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2023

Lego Miester

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The Stuff said :
I had this great idea a while back for some Bandos lore.\n\nBandos was The Raptor at one point. The Raptor somehow ascended to godhood and gained access to time travel (or vice versa) for whatever reason. The Raptor took a new name: Bandos. \n\nHe then travelled back in time to somewhere between the Second and Third Age, and partcipated in the God Wars after creating an army. Now Bandos is here in the Sixth Age, and The Raptor is going to make his way to godhood.\n\nIf anyone likes this idea and wants to put more detail into it, by all means go ahead. :-)

What if he ascended to godhood by killing Bandos?!

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07-Dec-2013 09:14:33

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2023

The Stuff

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Lego Miester said :
The Stuff said :
I had this great idea a while back for some Bandos lore.\n\nBandos was The Raptor at one point. The Raptor somehow ascended to godhood and gained access to time travel (or vice versa) for whatever reason. The Raptor took a new name: Bandos. \n\nHe then travelled back in time to somewhere between the Second and Third Age, and partcipated in the God Wars after creating an army. Now Bandos is here in the Sixth Age, and The Raptor is going to make his way to godhood.\n\nIf anyone likes this idea and wants to put more detail into it, by all means go ahead. :-) \n\nWhat if he ascended to godhood by killing Bandos?!

You create a paradox.

Congratulations! Your Time-Travelling level is 99!
You can now destroy the entire space-time continuum.

07-Dec-2013 09:30:33

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2023

Lego Miester

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Maybe I'll try that Armadyl = hippie backstory after looking over armadyl's dialogue again to get a feel for how he talks. I'd still be eager to see other people's takes on it though.

It's almost a shame that Bandos got a real backstory, so mine is out of the picture. It's funny though to see that Bandos managed to destroy his own planet by being so good at war.

It should have started like "when I was but a little baby 4-eyed monstrosity, I killed both my parents with a sharpened pacifier."

Actually I've got a great story I'm sure everyone has their own ideas for:

Saradomin's icyene banquet.

I'll sleep on this for now, and try to come up with a story for either that or Armadyl's backstory, but I'm certainly leaning towards the banquet. It's clear everyone wants to know what happened that day. Headcanon Haven, where everything is made up and the points don't matter.
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12-Dec-2013 09:32:11 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2013 10:04:28 by Lego Miester

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Lego Miester

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Saradomin's Brutal Banquet

I had returned to New Domina to find the land in chaos. Once the rebellious icyene were put down, the rest resumed their roles and order returned. Still, the lingering memories of my failure during the god wars remained on everyone's mind.

Gielinor was not the only world that needed my vision of peace. I settled my eyes upon the homeworld of the beast known as Tuska, hoping to end her rampage across the cosmos once and for all. I unveiled my plan at the evening banquet to their leaders, to mixed results. Everyone proclaimed allegiance to help me combat this evil, except one. Garlandia stood up, glaring daggers at me.

"We are still recovering from your last war, Saradomin! Thousands of years, and nothing to show for it but dead family and friends. You do not deserve my allegiance. We would be better off without you."

The room was momentarily silent, but soon I began to hear murmurs of agreement. Many of my most faithful were turning their backs to me, and the remainder turned to me awaiting my reply. Her words cut deep, but worst of all, undermined my authority. If I let her away without punishment, she would spread that dissent like a virus through my world. She had to be stopped.

I cut the banquet short and had Garlandria detained. We marched to the courtyard, and I addressed my people.

"The icyene you see before you has disobeyed and disrespected her god. She has fallen from the path of order and righteousness, and instead flies her own wayward path from the flock, leading others astray.

Those that refuse to fly along the path graciously set before them, shall not fly at all. "

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13-Dec-2013 06:40:23 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 09:44:47 by Lego Miester

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Following this post is my own contribution to the Garlandia headcanon!

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ^_^

If she spoke to Sara like we spoke to him in M,PD (if we were godless) that would have done it. Though if she were a respected entity, maybe even a leader there. . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
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13-Dec-2013 11:40:53 - Last edited on 14-Dec-2013 00:49:17 by Solanumtinkr

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Saradomin's Brutal Banquet

Saradomin called out from across the hall "Garlandia!" I steeled myself for what was to come. He had been asking the nobles in turn since the start of the banquet. "How have you chosen to serve me? Are you going to join my infantry or would you prefer to be a bombardier?" I gathered my resolve and answered knowing that he would kill me in the next few moments.

"No." My voice caught in a whisper, even from start I’d realised that I would have to speak loud enough for all to hear if my refusal was to do any good. Maybe it was fright that made my next reply far harsher than I had meant to be. . . .

"No! War is not the answer; there are other ways to win. You've fought for thousands of years and gotten nowhere. It's only brought misery and death. You are just a mortal who has gained great power and whose mistakes doom thousands. You need us; we don't need you or have to do as you say. You are nothing without us!"

I had never known what 'you could have heard a pin drop' really meant until then. The silence was deafening... Then the talking all exploded at once. Shouts came from every side. And whispered comments seared through the crowd like a scorching wind. My spirit soared as some of it was dancing around agreeing with me!

Saradomin looked around taking it all in with a momentary glance, "SILENCE!" he yelled, fury moulding his face. But he didn't strike me down. . .? Ice crawled up my spine in dread when he stood up and stalked around the table. Harshly seizing my arm he yanked it. My shoulder radiated agony and it felt like he'd nearly ripped it off. My efforts at resisting were as effective as a new born pup. Backhanding me, he started striding to the hall door as he pulled me behind him, dragging me off my feet. "Gather everyone in the courtyard. Now!"

Continued. . . . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 11:40:57 - Last edited on 14-Dec-2013 08:22:06 by Solanumtinkr

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I must have blacked out, as I'd come to in the courtyard. Acquaintances, comrades and friends surrounded me. Some glared with the look of utter contempt on their faces. Traitor, was the whisper on the wind. Others would not meet my eyes out of fear of contamination and being dragged into my private hell. But none would call out for fear of bringing down Saradomin’s wrath upon them. He was at his most dangerous at times like this, liable to act more on impulse than the wisdom he preached. He would regret some actions afterward, but regret does not help the dead.

He dragged me to a block that appeared out of the ground and snapped shackles on me. Now he was more composed, calmer and more calculating. He shone like a thing of beauty, breath-taking as his voice weaved a spell over the crowd. Even I wondered how I could have betrayed my god in such a way, what was I thinking! I should be begging for forgiveness before it was too late. . . The fear in the crowd turned to sorrow and judgment, and a sort of wonder at Saradomin’s regal poise, even my friends.

It was as sudden as a thunderbolt as I remembered my purpose. And I broke free of the spell, the pain of sloughing off the tendrils of insidious wonder nearly arching my spine. I couldn't let it end this way or all would be lost! He turned to me as if he could feel it and I met his eyes with a defiance only a long line of Icyene Nobility could instil in the face of such as him.

I denounced him again, my voice steady and clear in the face of certain death. His composure broke. Something had struck a nerve and the spell over the crowd was unravelling. Seeing my opportunity I drove the point home in the hopes of a quick death that would show him for what is. Just a mortal with more power than any sane being should have.

Continued. . . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 11:41:02 - Last edited on 14-Dec-2013 08:25:46 by Solanumtinkr

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Maybe it was calling him a wingless freak that gave him the idea? It might have been spitting in his face and calling him a motherless son of a gutter crawler, just about the worst accusation you could fling at nobility. A coward that hides behind great power.

Yes, I expected to die right there and then, it would seem he had other, worse plans for me. "You are a traitor to your people and if you will not fly with us then you will not fly at all!" In an abrupt motion belying his size he seized my beautiful wings, the pride of the Noble circles and tore them off with the ease of a child plucking a blade of grass. I'd like to say I stood defiant before him, but the pain was too much.

My last thought as my strength deserted me, that surely no one could suffer such pain and blood loss yet live? A scream of pain devoured the world, though I do not remember making any such sound as blackness crashed down on me in blessed relief.

I awoke to find I was being carried by 2 people I thought were my friends. An escort surround them, watching their every move. I was still in agony and the darkness threatened to consume my vision again, but that pain was nothing compared to the loss of my wings. I hit the ground hard as they dropped me from a height before landing themselves. I recognised the place that was far from any other Icyene, it was where they dropped off the worse traitors to suffer a lingering death as winter approached.

I had been stripped and left toolless. I stood and looked my 2 sisters in arms squarely in the face as I climbed to my feet. My legs nearly buckled but I held firm when one spat and yelled obscenities at me, hate contorting their face. The other threw bundled rags at me, "Clothes fit for a traitor against the coming cold." My hopes for a quick death and hopes for my survival were crushed as they launched into the sky and flew away. None of the group looked back and the look on their faces as they'd left one of unbridled contempt.

Continued. . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 11:41:07 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 17:07:43 by Solanumtinkr

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This was the furthest point any Icyene would fly from the people and the warmth of summer. I fell to my knees and looked forlornly into a sky I would never venture into again. After a while a biting chill tore at my skin in the setting sun. I would have to find others to survive the coming winter, but hope was hard coming. Picking up the bundle I opened it as I needed some kind of barrier against the wind. Something fell out and hit the ground with a thump.

A knife. . .

Something that was forbidden to traitors. Tears welled up at the sight of it blurring my vision. All was not lost after all; I still had a friend willing to listen. With renewed hope, I picked up my forbidden prize and set out to find a camp. My mind raced with the plans to make and the coming year to survive the encroaching cold. I had to warn the rest of my kind what was going on here and rally them. I had to go to that far off place of war and the rumour of resistance.

Gielinor.

The end?

(All done

Cybernet377's next 3 posts are a continuation of the story.) The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
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13-Dec-2013 11:41:12 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 20:58:56 by Solanumtinkr

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"All that I have done was neccesary, all that I have done was for the greater good. All that I have done was neccesary, all that I have done was for the greater good." Saradomin hunched over his desk, repeating the same mantra over and over.

It was different in battle. When twisted monstrosities closed in on your people, and readied glorified lumps of metal that they called weapons, it was easy. Limbs would fly, heads roll, and torsos cave inwards. No hesitation, no thought in the back of your head that you're the true monster. Your people would praise you for saving their brothers and sisters, sons and daughters.

This was the kind of thing that one could never get used to, especially someone who followed the Path of a True God, as he did. He could still feel it, the sensation of joints shattering under his hands, and the screams of the girl still echoed through his mind. When the rage and adrenaline died down, and the atrocity of what he had done set in, he always had to hide himself away. He couldn't show indecisiveness or weakness to his people. Utilizing the shapeshifting power that he innately had, he physically forced his bile down.

Saradomin never informed the Icyene of his ability to manifest offshoots of himself, usually using it to scout ahead on various islands before leading the Icyene to the most ideal ones. A second Saradomin flickered into being in a far off area, and through his mind's eye, he directed the double's actions.

He, that is the double, shifted into a male Skypouncer's form and soared through the sky, divine gaze peeling the ground below. Soon, he spotted his target. Garlandia, the young noble girl who had nearly caused an uprising by herself. He folded his wings in, diving downward at a swift pace.

13-Dec-2013 18:29:33

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