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The troops seemed to be talking, dicing, or just standing at their ease but he had no doubt they would be all well-formed lines and rod-straight postures at a moments notice.
A small crowd had gathered around the unmistakeable figure of Discollama2. Laughter floated up to Cheezit92's window on the still air.
(c)Mr. Happy:Get rid of him.
Cheezit92 didn't even react to the sudden presence of Mr. Happy beside him. Out of the corner of his eye he could pick out Mr. Happy'* outline standing tall beside him, surveying the courtyard.
(c)Mr. Happy:He doesn't like you.
Cheezit92
iscollama2 is loyal to me
Mr. Happy:How long can one be loyal to a madman?
Mr. Happy chuckled, his voice fading, his whole body fading.
(c)Mr. Happy:He knows.
Cheezit92 was alone again, mulling over Mr. Happy's words and studying Discollama2. The general laughed at something down below, hands held over his belly. Then a sudden commotion broke out on the opposite side of the court.
Cheezit92 observed as one soldier attacked another and almost killed him before the fight was broken up. From the cards scattered at the soldier's feet Cheezit92 guessed it was only a gambling row. It was high time to head down he decided.
But as he scanned the crowd a final time, his heart seemed to stop. Discollama2 was grinning up at him from amongst the crowd of noobs. For a second their eyes met and something power-hungry seemed to flash across Discollama2's features, but then Discollama2 broke the contact, lowering his gaze and beginning to work his way through the masses towards the castle.
Cheezit92 turned from the window. He was imagining things. Discollama2 was loyal and Mr. Happy was dead. Each was as true as the other. Had he given Discollama2 too much power though?
Sluggishly Cheezit92 went about putting on his clothes and by the time he was done a knock sounded on the door.
Cheezit92:Come in
The door swung inwards soundlessly and Discollama2 entered the room.
A small crowd had gathered around the unmistakeable figure of Discollama2. Laughter floated up to Cheezit92's window on the still air.
(c)Mr. Happy:Get rid of him.
Cheezit92 didn't even react to the sudden presence of Mr. Happy beside him. Out of the corner of his eye he could pick out Mr. Happy'* outline standing tall beside him, surveying the courtyard.
(c)Mr. Happy:He doesn't like you.
Cheezit92
iscollama2 is loyal to me
Mr. Happy:How long can one be loyal to a madman?
Mr. Happy chuckled, his voice fading, his whole body fading.
(c)Mr. Happy:He knows.
Cheezit92 was alone again, mulling over Mr. Happy's words and studying Discollama2. The general laughed at something down below, hands held over his belly. Then a sudden commotion broke out on the opposite side of the court.
Cheezit92 observed as one soldier attacked another and almost killed him before the fight was broken up. From the cards scattered at the soldier's feet Cheezit92 guessed it was only a gambling row. It was high time to head down he decided.
But as he scanned the crowd a final time, his heart seemed to stop. Discollama2 was grinning up at him from amongst the crowd of noobs. For a second their eyes met and something power-hungry seemed to flash across Discollama2's features, but then Discollama2 broke the contact, lowering his gaze and beginning to work his way through the masses towards the castle.
Cheezit92 turned from the window. He was imagining things. Discollama2 was loyal and Mr. Happy was dead. Each was as true as the other. Had he given Discollama2 too much power though?
Sluggishly Cheezit92 went about putting on his clothes and by the time he was done a knock sounded on the door.
Cheezit92:Come in
The door swung inwards soundlessly and Discollama2 entered the room.
27-May-2006 18:23:56
Discollama2:Good morning
Cheezit92:What do you want?
Discollama2:The troops are ready to march, my liege
Cheezit92:What's a liege?
It sounded insulting, like leech or something.
Discollama2:I heard it somewhere, I'm not sure what it means
Discollama2:The same as lord I think
Cheezit92
, well don't use it anymore
Discollama2:K
Cheezit92:Anyway...my plans have changed a bit
Discollama2:?
Cheezit92:We'll stay here another day or two
Discollama2:May I ask why?
Cheezit92:For sleep
Discollama2:For sleep?
Discollama2:While the elitists scheme constantly to our east?
Cheezit92:Um...lol, what do you mean sleep?
Cheezit92:I said to uh...discuss battle plans
Cheezit92:you must have heard wrong
Discollama2:Lol, I must have
Discollama2:But can't we discuss battle plans on our way to Lumbridge?
Cheezit92:Well...some of our generals are staying here
Discollama2
, alright
Discollama2:I'll inform the troops then
Cheezit92:Yes, they deserve a rest anyway
Discollama2:Yeah
Cheezit92:I'll see you later then
Discollama2:What will you be doing?
Cheezit92:Sleeping
Discollama2
k...
Cheezit92:Wake me up for the meeting
Discollama2:Will do
The door slammed shut behind Discollama2, and, reclining onto the bed Cheezit92 decided he had been imagining things. Discollama2 was loyal after all.
Cheezit92:What do you want?
Discollama2:The troops are ready to march, my liege
Cheezit92:What's a liege?
It sounded insulting, like leech or something.
Discollama2:I heard it somewhere, I'm not sure what it means
Discollama2:The same as lord I think
Cheezit92
, well don't use it anymore
Discollama2:K
Cheezit92:Anyway...my plans have changed a bit
Discollama2:?
Cheezit92:We'll stay here another day or two
Discollama2:May I ask why?
Cheezit92:For sleep
Discollama2:For sleep?
Discollama2:While the elitists scheme constantly to our east?
Cheezit92:Um...lol, what do you mean sleep?
Cheezit92:I said to uh...discuss battle plans
Cheezit92:you must have heard wrong
Discollama2:Lol, I must have
Discollama2:But can't we discuss battle plans on our way to Lumbridge?
Cheezit92:Well...some of our generals are staying here
Discollama2
, alright
Discollama2:I'll inform the troops then
Cheezit92:Yes, they deserve a rest anyway
Discollama2:Yeah
Cheezit92:I'll see you later then
Discollama2:What will you be doing?
Cheezit92:Sleeping
Discollama2
k...
Cheezit92:Wake me up for the meeting
Discollama2:Will do
The door slammed shut behind Discollama2, and, reclining onto the bed Cheezit92 decided he had been imagining things. Discollama2 was loyal after all.
27-May-2006 18:24:31
35 – Paradoxical Elucidations
"It is the duty of the human understanding to understand that there are things which it cannot understand."
-Soren Kierkegaard
Mr. Happy recognized two of the people following Wolf0122: Sinusoidal and Gizmo B Free. Both had discarded the black outfits they had been wearing in the Wildy and now wore heavily embroidered shirts and matching pants the likes of which Mr. Happy had never seen before. The third man was a mystery.
Like the other three he had a lithe physique and practically no muscles but unlike them he did not wear a gaudy uniform. A pitch black suit covered his whole body, each piece seeming to melt into the next. His black hair and beard completed the ensemble. Even his eyes looked black at first glance but a closer study revealed them to be a dark shade of mahogany. His combat lvl was 73.
All four filed in and took up positions around Mr. Happy'* bed.
Wolf0122:How did you do it?
Mr. Happy:?
Sinusoidal:You know what we're talking about.
(c)Mr. Happy:No
Sethcat:My traps.
The dark man's voice was sonorous and rumbling, like thunder from a distant storm.
(c)Mr. Happy:Traps?
Gizmo B Free:Yes, the ones in the subterranean passages.
(c)Mr. Happy:I didn't see any
Sethcat:You triggered at least a dozen of them.
(c)Mr. Happy:Really?
Sinusoidal:Yes, really.
Wolf0122:And you avoided them all in the dark?
Gizmo B Free:How?
Mr. Happy:I don't know
Sethcat:But...
Wolf0122:Leave him be, if he doesn't want to answer he doesn't have to.
They looked at him expectantly, but if they thought that would make him answer they were mistaken.
Sabre3838:Well, it would really help me improve on the traps.
Sabre3838
rior to you I devoutly believed
Sabre3838
enetrating past even one of the traps unthinkable.
Sabre3838:Let alone a dozen...
(c)Mr. Happy:You built the traps?
Sabre3838
, I forgot to introduce myself.
"It is the duty of the human understanding to understand that there are things which it cannot understand."
-Soren Kierkegaard
Mr. Happy recognized two of the people following Wolf0122: Sinusoidal and Gizmo B Free. Both had discarded the black outfits they had been wearing in the Wildy and now wore heavily embroidered shirts and matching pants the likes of which Mr. Happy had never seen before. The third man was a mystery.
Like the other three he had a lithe physique and practically no muscles but unlike them he did not wear a gaudy uniform. A pitch black suit covered his whole body, each piece seeming to melt into the next. His black hair and beard completed the ensemble. Even his eyes looked black at first glance but a closer study revealed them to be a dark shade of mahogany. His combat lvl was 73.
All four filed in and took up positions around Mr. Happy'* bed.
Wolf0122:How did you do it?
Mr. Happy:?
Sinusoidal:You know what we're talking about.
(c)Mr. Happy:No
Sethcat:My traps.
The dark man's voice was sonorous and rumbling, like thunder from a distant storm.
(c)Mr. Happy:Traps?
Gizmo B Free:Yes, the ones in the subterranean passages.
(c)Mr. Happy:I didn't see any
Sethcat:You triggered at least a dozen of them.
(c)Mr. Happy:Really?
Sinusoidal:Yes, really.
Wolf0122:And you avoided them all in the dark?
Gizmo B Free:How?
Mr. Happy:I don't know
Sethcat:But...
Wolf0122:Leave him be, if he doesn't want to answer he doesn't have to.
They looked at him expectantly, but if they thought that would make him answer they were mistaken.
Sabre3838:Well, it would really help me improve on the traps.
Sabre3838
rior to you I devoutly believed
Sabre3838
enetrating past even one of the traps unthinkable.
Sabre3838:Let alone a dozen...
(c)Mr. Happy:You built the traps?
Sabre3838
, I forgot to introduce myself.
27-May-2006 18:24:47
Sabre3838 extended a hand down to Mr. Happy who clasped it somewhat awkwardly with his left hand.
Sabre3838:Glad to meet you
Sabre3838:I am Sabre3838, tertiary master of arms and assembler of traps.
(c)Mr. Happy
k
Mr. Happy:Well, I'm Mr. Happy...
(c)Mr. Happy:You seem to already know about me
Sabre3838:Not enough, my friend.
Sabre3838:I look forward to philosophizing matters with you once your better.
Gizmo B Free:Why did you run off?
Mr. Happy:I wanted to go to Lumbridge cells
Mr. Happy:To save a friend
Wolf0122:Lumbridge cells?
Mr. Happy:Yea
Sinusoidal
o you know how close you came?
Mr. Happy:No...
Gizmo B Free:U were found almost under Lumbridge keep.
Sinusoidal:U must have an impeccable sense of direction.
Wolf0122:An internal compass.
Gizmo B Free:Seth, did we tell u about what happened in the Wildy?
Sabre3838:Yes, him finding location without a sextant.
Wolf0122:An internal compass and sextant.
Gizmo B Free:Lol.
Sinusoidal:I wish I had that.
Wolf0122:It would be pretty cool.
Gizmo B Free:If u had any superpower what would it be?
Sinusoidal
well, we're not here to discuss that again.
Sinusoidal:So what did get you in the end?
Mr. Happy decided to hazard a guess.
(c)Mr. Happy:Lol, it was some stairs
Mr. Happy:Kind of ironic after dodging those traps isn't it
Wolf0122:That would explain the broken arm...
Sinusoidal:Yeah, and the leg but not much else.
Gizmo B Free:What about the torch?
Mr. Happy:Torch?
Sabre3838:Neilyoung 13 found you sprawled on the ground with a torch
Sabre3838:Lying next to you.
Sinusoidal:The coals were still smoldering.
Wolf0122
id you light the torch?
Mr. Happy:It was already lit
Gizmo B Free:No it wasn't.
Sinusoidal:Gizmo's right.
Sinusoidal:The Lumby torches haven't been lit for ages.
Wolf0122:We were thinking someone else with a lit torch
Wolf0122:Hit you over the head with it.
Sabre3838:If Neilyoung 13 hadn't found you...
Sabre3838:Glad to meet you
Sabre3838:I am Sabre3838, tertiary master of arms and assembler of traps.
(c)Mr. Happy
k
Mr. Happy:Well, I'm Mr. Happy...
(c)Mr. Happy:You seem to already know about me
Sabre3838:Not enough, my friend.
Sabre3838:I look forward to philosophizing matters with you once your better.
Gizmo B Free:Why did you run off?
Mr. Happy:I wanted to go to Lumbridge cells
Mr. Happy:To save a friend
Wolf0122:Lumbridge cells?
Mr. Happy:Yea
Sinusoidal
o you know how close you came?
Mr. Happy:No...
Gizmo B Free:U were found almost under Lumbridge keep.
Sinusoidal:U must have an impeccable sense of direction.
Wolf0122:An internal compass.
Gizmo B Free:Seth, did we tell u about what happened in the Wildy?
Sabre3838:Yes, him finding location without a sextant.
Wolf0122:An internal compass and sextant.
Gizmo B Free:Lol.
Sinusoidal:I wish I had that.
Wolf0122:It would be pretty cool.
Gizmo B Free:If u had any superpower what would it be?
Sinusoidal
well, we're not here to discuss that again.
Sinusoidal:So what did get you in the end?
Mr. Happy decided to hazard a guess.
(c)Mr. Happy:Lol, it was some stairs
Mr. Happy:Kind of ironic after dodging those traps isn't it
Wolf0122:That would explain the broken arm...
Sinusoidal:Yeah, and the leg but not much else.
Gizmo B Free:What about the torch?
Mr. Happy:Torch?
Sabre3838:Neilyoung 13 found you sprawled on the ground with a torch
Sabre3838:Lying next to you.
Sinusoidal:The coals were still smoldering.
Wolf0122
id you light the torch?
Mr. Happy:It was already lit
Gizmo B Free:No it wasn't.
Sinusoidal:Gizmo's right.
Sinusoidal:The Lumby torches haven't been lit for ages.
Wolf0122:We were thinking someone else with a lit torch
Wolf0122:Hit you over the head with it.
Sabre3838:If Neilyoung 13 hadn't found you...
27-May-2006 18:25:53
Mr. Happy:What was he doing down there?
Could he have mistaken Neilyoung 13 for Cheezit92 or something. It seemed highly improbable.
Gizmo B Free:Who?
Mr. Happy:Neilyoung 13
Sinusoidal:He was spying for us.
Sinusoidal:Just coming back from Lumbridge.
Wolf0122:I guess we'll have to kill you now,
Wolf0122:You know too much.
(c)Mr. Happy:Lol?
Sabre3838:Yea, we have spies all over the place.
Sabre3838:Yea, it's what the tunnels are for.
Gizmo B Free:So what about the torch?
Mr. Happy:I'm not sure
Had he just imagined Cheezit92 down in the tunnels? But that would mean he had been dragging himself along...
Sinusoidal:Trying to be mysterious, (c)eh?
Wolf0122:There's enough mystery about you already.
Sabre3838:Yes, you've made yourself quite the reputation around Xanadu.
That reminded Mr. Happy of Sabre3838.
Gizmo B Free:We'll show you around when you can walk again.
(c)Mr. Happy:So you guys are neutral?
Sinusoidal:Yea.
(c)Mr. Happy:Someone came in here before you
Sabre3838:Really?
They exchanged looks.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yes, Sethcat.
Wolf0122
h, the potions master?
Sinusoidal:He's a nice guy.
(c)Mr. Happy:Sure...
(c)Mr. Happy:Well he seemed to lean a little bit
Mr. Happy:Towards the elitist side.
Sinusoidal
h, what I meant is that we're supposed to be neutral.
Gizmo B Free:Yea, no one can be truly neutral
Wolf0122:In a war of this calibre.
Sinusoidal:Anyway, I think we better be off.
Sabre3838:Wow, yes it's high time.
Sinusoidal:Just inquire after us when you're ready.
Sinusoidal:We'll show you about the premises.
Wolf0122, Sinusoidal and Sabre3838 left the room, the first two in a stream of colors and Sabre3838, deathly black, trailing after. It reminded Mr. Happy of night following day, death after life. Sabre3838's clothes would be the perfect ones to wear while killing Cheezit92. He should try to obtain an outfit like that.
Could he have mistaken Neilyoung 13 for Cheezit92 or something. It seemed highly improbable.
Gizmo B Free:Who?
Mr. Happy:Neilyoung 13
Sinusoidal:He was spying for us.
Sinusoidal:Just coming back from Lumbridge.
Wolf0122:I guess we'll have to kill you now,
Wolf0122:You know too much.
(c)Mr. Happy:Lol?
Sabre3838:Yea, we have spies all over the place.
Sabre3838:Yea, it's what the tunnels are for.
Gizmo B Free:So what about the torch?
Mr. Happy:I'm not sure
Had he just imagined Cheezit92 down in the tunnels? But that would mean he had been dragging himself along...
Sinusoidal:Trying to be mysterious, (c)eh?
Wolf0122:There's enough mystery about you already.
Sabre3838:Yes, you've made yourself quite the reputation around Xanadu.
That reminded Mr. Happy of Sabre3838.
Gizmo B Free:We'll show you around when you can walk again.
(c)Mr. Happy:So you guys are neutral?
Sinusoidal:Yea.
(c)Mr. Happy:Someone came in here before you
Sabre3838:Really?
They exchanged looks.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yes, Sethcat.
Wolf0122
h, the potions master?
Sinusoidal:He's a nice guy.
(c)Mr. Happy:Sure...
(c)Mr. Happy:Well he seemed to lean a little bit
Mr. Happy:Towards the elitist side.
Sinusoidal
h, what I meant is that we're supposed to be neutral.
Gizmo B Free:Yea, no one can be truly neutral
Wolf0122:In a war of this calibre.
Sinusoidal:Anyway, I think we better be off.
Sabre3838:Wow, yes it's high time.
Sinusoidal:Just inquire after us when you're ready.
Sinusoidal:We'll show you about the premises.
Wolf0122, Sinusoidal and Sabre3838 left the room, the first two in a stream of colors and Sabre3838, deathly black, trailing after. It reminded Mr. Happy of night following day, death after life. Sabre3838's clothes would be the perfect ones to wear while killing Cheezit92. He should try to obtain an outfit like that.
27-May-2006 18:27:22
Gizmo B Free was the only one who hadn't left, standing still as a gargoyle beside the bed until the door slammed behind the other three. After the sharp report he seemed to become reanimated, a solemn expression sinking into his face.
Gizmo B Free:You said you were going to the cells
Gizmo B Free:To find a friend.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yea, for Sam
Gizmo B Free:I'm sry to be the one to tell you this...
Gizmo B Free:But I don't think your friend is there anymore.
(c)Mr. Happy:You can't be sure.
Gizmo B Free
n the contrary I'm quite sure.
Gizmo B Free:Elitists gained control of Lumbridge
Gizmo B Free:Just a day or so ago.
Gizmo B Free:They have no doubt...
Gizmo B Free:Emptied the cells
Gizmo B Free:Again, my apologies for being the harbinger of bad news.
(c)Mr. Happy:It's alright.
Had he really expected Sam to still be alive? Well, there was still a chance.
(c)mr. Happy sincerely hoped Sam had remembered the window. He could have flown out there and escape the elitists!
Gizmo B Free:I'll be going aswell then.
(c)Mr. Happy:K
Gizmo B Free:Swift recoveries my friend.
After the door slammed shut behind Gizmo B Free it didn't take long for Mr. Happy to slip once more into the blissful blackness of sleep.
Gizmo B Free:You said you were going to the cells
Gizmo B Free:To find a friend.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yea, for Sam
Gizmo B Free:I'm sry to be the one to tell you this...
Gizmo B Free:But I don't think your friend is there anymore.
(c)Mr. Happy:You can't be sure.
Gizmo B Free
n the contrary I'm quite sure.
Gizmo B Free:Elitists gained control of Lumbridge
Gizmo B Free:Just a day or so ago.
Gizmo B Free:They have no doubt...
Gizmo B Free:Emptied the cells
Gizmo B Free:Again, my apologies for being the harbinger of bad news.
(c)Mr. Happy:It's alright.
Had he really expected Sam to still be alive? Well, there was still a chance.
(c)mr. Happy sincerely hoped Sam had remembered the window. He could have flown out there and escape the elitists!
Gizmo B Free:I'll be going aswell then.
(c)Mr. Happy:K
Gizmo B Free:Swift recoveries my friend.
After the door slammed shut behind Gizmo B Free it didn't take long for Mr. Happy to slip once more into the blissful blackness of sleep.
27-May-2006 18:27:33
36 – A Glider Chase
Sun paints the clouds with golden band,
Elitist strides across the land,
While noob on Ardougne's walls does stand,
The final hour is near at hand.
-Qazwsx3740
Zezima:I hope you know how to swim.
Alvia:Why?
Zezima:Because I want to lose those gliders.
Alvia
Zezima:Can you?
Alvia
. Yes, swimming abilty is required
Alvia:Before you become a pilot.
Zezima:Great.
Karamja's northern coast was just passing beneath them. Far below, the glider's shadow raced across the tops of verdant trees, breaking out onto the grainy beach only to be consumed moments later by the lapping sea. Two other shadows also followed them. White and triangular, they skimmed low over Karamja's treetops to the east. Were they just concerned bodyguards seeing him off of Karamja? Zezima didn't think so.
For part of the trip across Karamja, the gliders had disappeared from view, sliding off to the east. Zezima had thought he might have been mistaken, that they were only elitists off on their own business and had happened to be heading the same direction as him at the start.
But now they were back. Only a few minutes ago he had noticed the gliders again, their return had been so subtle he doubted he would even have seen them if he had not been looking specifically for them. What would they do once Zezima was out over the open ocean?
Zezima:I'll need you to drop off once we near Entrana.
Alvia
rop off?
Zezima:Yea, into the ocean, make a big splash.
Alvia:Alright.
Zezima:Let me take the controls.
Shifting positions on the glider was difficult but not impossible. After the operation was completed, Zezima tried to mould himself to the contours of the glider, make himself look small like a gnome pilot. Suddenly a gust of wind ripped at the glider, shaking it for a few seconds and causing it to skew sideways, Alvia's overlarge outfit billowing out, but then the wind's ferocity dropped again. All seemed calm.
Sun paints the clouds with golden band,
Elitist strides across the land,
While noob on Ardougne's walls does stand,
The final hour is near at hand.
-Qazwsx3740
Zezima:I hope you know how to swim.
Alvia:Why?
Zezima:Because I want to lose those gliders.
Alvia
Zezima:Can you?
Alvia
. Yes, swimming abilty is required
Alvia:Before you become a pilot.
Zezima:Great.
Karamja's northern coast was just passing beneath them. Far below, the glider's shadow raced across the tops of verdant trees, breaking out onto the grainy beach only to be consumed moments later by the lapping sea. Two other shadows also followed them. White and triangular, they skimmed low over Karamja's treetops to the east. Were they just concerned bodyguards seeing him off of Karamja? Zezima didn't think so.
For part of the trip across Karamja, the gliders had disappeared from view, sliding off to the east. Zezima had thought he might have been mistaken, that they were only elitists off on their own business and had happened to be heading the same direction as him at the start.
But now they were back. Only a few minutes ago he had noticed the gliders again, their return had been so subtle he doubted he would even have seen them if he had not been looking specifically for them. What would they do once Zezima was out over the open ocean?
Zezima:I'll need you to drop off once we near Entrana.
Alvia
rop off?
Zezima:Yea, into the ocean, make a big splash.
Alvia:Alright.
Zezima:Let me take the controls.
Shifting positions on the glider was difficult but not impossible. After the operation was completed, Zezima tried to mould himself to the contours of the glider, make himself look small like a gnome pilot. Suddenly a gust of wind ripped at the glider, shaking it for a few seconds and causing it to skew sideways, Alvia's overlarge outfit billowing out, but then the wind's ferocity dropped again. All seemed calm.
27-May-2006 18:27:43
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