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Texan85 o what?
Cheezit92:Kill a dragon and get a fire crown.
Cheezit92 r paint my head red maybe.
Texan85:Lol
Cheezit92:What?
Texan85:You're not joking?
Cheezit92:Why would I be.
Texan85
Texan85:The dragon would kill you.
Cheezit92:But if I can't kill Zezima without it...
Texan85:Kill Zezima?
Cheezit92:Yea
Texan85 , you wouldn't kill Zezima
Texan85:Even if you were the person the poem talks about.
Cheezit92:How does that work?
Texan85 flipped through the pages once more, stopping at another poem. It was a short one.
Cheezit92 read:

It is Numanuma3,
As elitist as can be,
Who'll take the life,
And end the strife,
Of Zezima, you'll see.

Cheezit92:I had forgotten about him.
Memories of his ashes dampened Cheezit92's mood. He still wanted them back but they were secondary. His first purpose right now was to kill Zezima and introduce an era of noob rulership to Runescape.
Texan85:You met Numanuma3?
Cheezit92:Yea, he took my ashes.
Cheezit92:Started this war.
Texan85:I should have guessed.
Cheezit92:?(C)
Texan85:He started the other wars too.
Cheezit92:Both of them?
Texan85:Yea, stole alcohol from Dorito.
Texan85 on't know what he took from Pringle...
Texan85:Anyway, we should end this meeting soon.
Cheezit92:Yea
Texan85:What I can deduce is this:
Texan85:The noob leader must be a peasant
Texan85:He must have some sort of fiery adornment on his head
Texan85:He must have a sword from a dragon as his weapon
Texan85:At the time he leads the noobs into the Wildy at least.
Cheezit92:Wow, alot of stuff to do.
Texan85:I don't think it will be you.
Cheezit92:You never know.
Texan85:Yea, good point.
Texan85:Anyway, Numanuma3 will kill Zezima.
Texan85:Maybe backstab him.
Texan85:The line that annoys me is 'elitist as can be.'
(g)Cheezit92:Well it means he's an elitist.
Texan85 spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Texan85:Well ty, I never thought of that.

27-May-2006 18:42:49

Then his voice became serious again.
Texan85:No, it seems like Numanuma3 might do it
Texan85:For the elitist cause...
Texan85:That doesn't sound right though.
Cheezit92:So I shouldn't fight Zezima?
Texan85:I think you'd die.
Cheezit92:I guess so.
Texan85:Well, that's about all I've derived
Texan85:From the prophecys.
He stood up in his chair and looked vacantly at the empty beer mug on the table. The beers had been empty for a while now.
Cheezit92:Is it time to go?
Texan85:Yea, I need to be leaving Ardougne again soon.
Cheezit92:Me too.
Cheezit92:You can travel with me.
Texan85:No, I'll travel a different way.
Cheezit92:You know a shortcut?
Texan85 h, that reminds me.
He sat down again and Cheezit92 settled himself in his seat once more aswell. Texan85 leaned in and whispered.
Texan85:These are for you
He passed some discs across the table and, after Cheezit92 realized they were runes. Most looked familiar but one was entirely new to him. Embedded upon it was a blue balance.
Cheezit92:What is this?
Texan85:Why, it's a law rune.
Texan85:Hardly any left in this game since the law temple
Texan85:Was destroyed during the first rebellion.
Texan85:Creatures used to drop them
Texan85:But they haven't been for a while now.
Cheezit92 oo
Texan85:This is an Ardougne-teleport-worth of runes.
Texan85:They might help you out of a tight situation.
Texan85:I feel you will need them soon.
Texan85:Capi(g)sche?
Cheezit92 smiled and nodded, he understood.
Texan85:Well use them wisely.
Texan85 stood up again, scraping his chair back.
Texan85:And now it is high time for my departure.
Texan85:Fare thee well.
With a half-spin, Texan85 strode out the door singing softly -
Texan85:Got Zezima on my tail and I gotta run.
- then he was gone.
Cheezit92 knew what the runes were for of course. Soon after Texan85 left he strode out of the pub and headed for the nearest general store, pondering the prophecys.

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27-May-2006 18:45:20

27-May-2006 18:45:38

Sinusoidal:I think Wolf has something to say to you.
Gizmo B Free:Yeah he does.
He winked at Wolf0122.
Base4:Really?
Wolf0122:Well...i guess so.
Sinusoidal:Now's your chance.
Wolf0122 k, here goes...
And suddenly Wolf0122 launched into a speech that he had obviously run over and memorized specifically for such an occasion. In a quavering voice he started
Wolf0122:Base4, your anti-quotidian nature can ameliorate
Wolf0122:Even the most aesthetic aestival epoch,
His voice became stronger.
Wolf0122:Your vociferation is a susurrus of canorous melody,
It crescendoed further as he worked towards the climax of his speech.
Wolf0122:Not to vit(C)uperate, I inquire if you will accompany me
Wolf0122:To the upcoming convivial promenade.
He ended firmly and looked hopefully at Base4. (c)Mr. Happy wondered if anyone had understood what Wolf0122 had just said. For a few seconds silence reigned, then
Base4:I'll have to think on it.
That seemed all the answer that Wolf0122 needed. Standing up, he informed everyone that he had an important meeting at the magic guild that he couldnt miss for the world and hurried off across the lawns of Xanadu at a brisk walk. Everyone peered after him, and, as Wolf0122 reached one of the walkways that crisscrossed Xanadu, he broke into a run, soon disappearing from sight behind a wall of trees.
Gizmo B Free:Whats up with him?
Sinusoidal:No idea, shall we investigate?
Mr. Happy:Is there an important meeting at the magic guild?
Sinusoidal:Not any Ive heard of.
Base4:I think you guys should follow him.
Base4:He wasn't even heading towards the magic guild.
Gizmo B Free:Sure thing madam.
He did a quick one-legged bow, doffing his hat. Sinusoidal laughed and Base4 smiled.
Sinusoidal:Quit your tomfoolery, we better see where hes headed.
Gizmo B Free:Kk.
Gizmo B Free winked at Base4 while he readjusted his hat, then they were off, sprinting in the direction Wolf0122 had been heading.

27-May-2006 18:45:51

Mr. Happy was about to follow when Base4 caught his sleeve.
Base4:May I have a word with you?
Mr. Happy spun back towards her again. Until now he hadnt even took the time to notice that she was wearing a full red dragonhide suit which matched her hair. A quiver with what looked like adamant arrows rested against one of her legs, but there was no bow in sight.
(c)Mr. Happy:Sure.
On second thought, her outfit might be better to kill Cheezit92 with. It would hide the blood.
Base4:Have a seat.
(c)Mr. Happy suddenly became aware of the park around him again, grass stretching out around him in every direction, a green blanket. The lake glimmered darkly to his right, its dark expanse hypnotizing, drawing him in. He wondered what lay beneath its surface.
A delicately carved wooden bench sat upon its banks, seeming small and frail against the immensity of the lake it faced. Propped up against it was a magic shortbow.
(c). Happy gladly took the offered seat and Base4 sat down beside him.
Base4:So what did you see?
Mr. Happy:?
It seemed that at least half of what he said around here was question marks.
Base4:While you were in your epileptic fit on the ground.
(c)Mr. Happy:Epileptic?
Base4 ont try to play dumb with me.
(c)Mr. Happy:Im not.
Base4:They call you a prodigy
Mr. Happy:Who?
Base4:The Xanadians. You tricked their traps
Base4:Solved their riddle and almost escaped through our underground maze.
Base4:In the dark! I doubt there is a Xanadian that could have done that by themselves.
(c)Mr. Happy:It was just luck
Base4:Stop being modest, your already intriguing enough as it is.
(c)Mr. Happy:But Im telling the truth.
Base4:Just tell me, what did you see?
Mr. Happy:What do you mean?
Base4:That wasnt you fainting.
Base4:I had a friend who was like you once,
Base4:Blacked out maybe three times when he was in my company
Base4:But nothing like you, his convulsions were mild.
(c)Mr. Happy:Convulsions?
Base4:Yeah.

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27-May-2006 18:46:13

45 – An Untimely Return

The drum's puissant beat,
Noob bodies adjourn,
March of time-worn feet,
An untimely return.
-Qazwsx3740

Zezima awoke from a deep slumber, darkness seeming to slide off him in layers. Someone was shaking his shoulder.
Opening his eyes revealed the worried face of Voldemort, his breaths ragged as though he had just run a long distance.
Voldemort:Good, you're awake.
Voldemort:We have to go.
Zezima tried to ask why but words would not come. Voldemort answered him anyway.
Voldemort C)There are people in the courtyard.
Voldemort:Lots of them.
Voldemort:Starwar should be joining us soon with more information.
What courtyard? Zezima realized he didn't even know where he was. Focusing on the room around him he saw the shelves upon shelves of slowly rotting books, many of which appeared ready to fall apart at the slightest touch. He was lying in the corner of a room cramped with these shelves, his back against an uncomfortably hard wall. Slowly memories swam back into his mind. This was Varrock library, Voldemort had been captured here by Texan85.And then he remembered his muting. Two more days, he thought, just two more and I will be able to speak again.
Voldemort extended a hand and Zezima grabbed it, letting himself be pulled to his feet. His back cracked and his legs felt as though they had caught the brunt of a basilisk stare but still he forced himself into a walk. Faintly he could hear the resonant beat of a drum through the stone walls around him. Who was in the courtyard?
Reldo the librarian was still perusing a book near the library entrance and although he glanced up once and gave them a disgusted look as they passed, that was all the attention he spared them.
They strode up to the door but as Voldemort prepared to open it Zezima held up a hand and Voldemort stopped. On the other side of the door the puttering of feet could clearly be heard. The puttering of more than one pair of feet.

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