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Wolf0122 had had to show someone a card to gain entry and the place was patrolled by a smattering of guards who eyed their few patrons suspiciously as though they thought everyone would start smuggling clothing out at the slightest break in security. Obviously it would take cunning to steal an outfit from here. (c)Mr. Happy was already going over it in his minds eye:

The man at the gates entrance read a newspaper and didnt even look up before the air-borne fletching knife caught him between the eyes. A shadow flitted past his booth and disappeared into the interior. Guards peered suspiciously at the dark figure that dashed down through the clothing room they were watching, but there was no need for more than that. No alarm had yet been set off. Skidding to a stop before the red clothing section. (c)Mr. Happy rifled through and found the red dragonhide suit, and it was when he was tucking it beneath his cloak that chaos broke loose. A guard shouted, and suddenly arrows were whistling at him. Pulling a gra(C)ppling hook out of his pocket, he spotted a crevice along the ceiling and shot out the hook, which itself pulled Mr. Happy up a second before arrows collided below him. As he flew, fletching knives appeared in his hands and -
Gizmo B Free:Are you particular about your clothing?
- and the daydream slipped from Mr. Happy'* mind like water from an outstretched hand.
(c)Mr. Happy:****
Sinusoidal:?
Eyegouge27:Someone said do you know dragonhide?
Mr. Happy:Nothing
(C)Eyegouge27:And I was wondering where do dragons hide?
Sinusoidal:So, any preferences?
Mr. Happy:Red
Sinusoidal:?
Mr. Happy:Blood-red dragonhide
Gizmo B Free oo interesting choice
Sinusoidal:A bit simple though don't you think?
Sinusoidal:Let's see if we have something similar.
Clothing here was neatly sorted by type and then color and therefore it didnt take long to locate the red-dragonhide section. In fact there was a variety of red dragon-hide suits of various patterns.

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Sinusoidal:Would you like a trimmed one?
Wolf0122:Lol. Maybe this one.
He was holding up a sleek red dragonhide body with the name BASE4 engraved on the front in flowery letters.
Gizmo B Free:Lol, is that the one Shakespeare2 gave her?
Wolf0122:Yep.
Sinusoidal:You, my gift shall incarnadine
Sinusoidal:Is that what he said to her?
Gizmo B Free:Lol, and she returned it.
(c)Mr. Happy:Can I just have a red one?
Sinusoidal:They're all red.
(c)Mr. Happy:Just get one then.
In the end the Xanadians got Mr. Happy a custom-made red dragon-hide suit with patterns of green fire racing up its sleeves and legs, and a crest that resembled a sun on its brea(c)st. It would be ready for Mr. Happy within three hours.
They walked over to a booth in the wall at which three or four people were waiting in line to purchase their clothes and took their place behind a man dressed in solid black. The man turned around.
Sethcat:And so we meet again.
It was the man who had threatened Mr. Happy with potions when he had first woken after his mishap in the maze around Xanadu. The Zezimanite.
(c)Mr. Happy:You're here?
Sethcat:No I'm not, I'm over there.
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Sethcat f course I'm here, you dont have to state the obvious.
Sethcat:I've been meaning to talk to you actually.
(c)Mr. Happy:You have?
Gizmo B Free:Not right now, he has an urgent appointment to keep.
Sethcat:Really? Which appointment?
Sinusoidal:At the herblore building with Base4.
Sethcat:Hmm..exactly where I'm heading.
Sethcat:Allow me to escort you.
(c)Mr. Happy:Aren't you buying those?
He pointed to a second pair of black clothes tucked under one of Sethcats arms.
Sethcat , I can do that later.
Sethcat:I need to head over to the herblore place anyhow.
'Do it' a voice from the walls urged.
(c)Mr. Happy k, let's go then.
He was beginning to find this clothes place somewhat oppressive anyway.

27-May-2006 19:03:28

It would be nice to be out in the main cavern again, and to see Base4.
Wolf0122:K, we'll find you later.
(c)Mr. Happy:K
Sethcat and Mr. Happy reentered Xanadus large chamber and began the trek to the herblore building which stood small against the round wall in the distance. Again Mr. Happy noticed that the lighting seemed wrong.
(c)Mr. Happy o you hear that?
Sethcat:What?
Mr. Happy:The fletching knives
Sethcat:No
Mr. Happy
Sethcat:But I did hear you'll be attending a meeting.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yea, I'm meeting Decaprio
Sethcat:Are you excited?
Mr. Happy:Not really
Sethcat:Good, you shouldnt be.
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Sethcats face changed into one filled with hate.
Sethcat ecaprio's a fraud.
Sethcat:Hes a revolt lover although he doesnt openly admit it.
(c)Mr. Happy:He's on Cheezit92s side?
Sethcat:Yea, he's our enemy, man.
(c)Mr. Happy:You mean he's your enemy
Sethcat:He's the enemy of all Zezimanites.
Sethcat:Sometimes I feel we should assassinate him.
(c)Mr. Happy:That could be fun
Sethcat:Yea, he's been ruling too long
Sethcat:We need a contester.
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Sethcat:Someone to challenge his position.
Sethcat:The only way to usurp him is to beat him in a show of intelligence.
Sethcat:That could be you.
(c)Mr. Happy:Lol
Sethcat:No, you've got a small following already.
Sethcat:And you're more intelligent than most.
Sethcat:You'd be the perfect candidate.
(c)Mr. Happy:I keep telling everyone, I'm not smart
Sethcat:And humble, a good quality in a leader.
They were at the herblore guild, and Sethcat paused to say a few more words before entering.
Sethcat:Just think about it.
Sethcat:Show him down at your meeting and perhaps
Sethcat:You could become the leader of the Zezimanites.
Sethcat:And all of Xanadu.
He waited but Mr. Happy didnt respond.
Sethcat:K, I'll fetch Base4 for you.
Sethcat:Just pontificate on it.

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27-May-2006 19:12:09

51 - Spikes

Question:What is the difference between a noob and an elitist?
Answer lenty.

It wasn't long before Zezima realized that A(c)zraeleterni was obsessed with spikes. Outside of his room the man was never seen without a slayer helm (for the spikes protruding from the top), climbing boots (for the spikes protruding from the bottom), rune claws, and Dharok legs and body with extra spikes added onto it to make it look even more fearsome. It seemed that A(c)zraeleterni's goal was to make himself look as much like a porcupine as possible.
Although his armor choice was humorous to Zezima, most other eltists were intimidated by it. It added almost a foot to A(c)zraeleternis height and the same to his diameter. When people encountered him in the hall they gave him a wide berth for fear of being punctured.
A(c)zraeleterni's love of spikes transcended his outfit, however. The hastily erected throne in one of the rooms on Lumbridge's ground floor was decorated with straight spikes, curved spikes, hidden spikes, and spikes coming off of spikes to the degree that if anyone other than A(c)zraeleterni or perhaps the throne's maker were to sit on it, they would be skewered by one spike or another. Every meal, A(c)zraeleterni would eat with a fork (the other utensils not having enough spikes), and, as far as Zezima had heard, spikes were a recurring motif in his conversations aswell.
Zezima surveyed the landscape from Lumbridge's eastern wall as dawn lit a beautifully clear morning sky. The rains had run themselves out sometime during the night.
Below him fishers were taking advantage of Lumbridge's swollen river, playing their lines with the natural grace that only elitists that have spent weeks training fishing can have. Their feathers tickled the water, and a trout or salmon was pulled from the raging river with almost every cast.

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Behind him Lumbridge stood, the sun highlighting the elitist banners that flew valiantly from its heights.
Before him one more day of muting (C)lay, barring him from his ability to command, his ability to lead the elitists.
And beside him...beside him stood Voldemort and A(c)zraeleterni, talking avidly. A(c)zraeleterni's slayer helm glowed like the lens of a bullseye lantern in the early light. Zezima's ear caught their conversation as his eyes silently watched an orange sun rise.
Voldemort:So these attacks have been going on for how long?
A(c)zraeleterni:Well, three days.
A(c)zraeleterni:They caught us unprepared but lost their advantage
A(c)zraeleterni:When we locked a portion of their army
A(c)zraeleterni:In the Lumbridge keep.
Voldemort:Lol
A(c)zraeleterni:Yea, those that survived are now being subjected
A(c)zraeleterni:To a spike therapy I devised.
A(c)zraeleterni:It's quite interesting actually.
Voldemort:And will the noobs be back?
A(c)zraeleterni , Im sure they will.
A(c)zraeleterni:They seem to have finally realized that this castle
A(c)zraeleterni:Is necessary for new recruitment*.
A(c)zraeleterni:You'd be amazed at how many noobs come in from
A(c)zraeleterni:Tutorial island each day.
A(c)zraeleterni:20 per minute is the current rate I think.
Voldemort:Holy ****
A(c)zraeleterni:Yea.
Zezima's gaze shifted momentarily to the contraption that had been erected on Lumbridge's front steps to deal with the incoming noobs. A sturdy metal railing cordoned off a hefty portion of the stairs and within this portion (*)noobs fresh from the island squirmed. Any passing elitist who had an urge to kill off some noobs could shoot arrows or mage attacks into the cage and many did take advantage of this extraordinary training opportunity.

27-May-2006 19:12:31

There had also been quite some excitement yesterday evening when a noob who had been of the mind that the only way out of this trap was to become an elitist had turned on his fellow noobs and become level 50 combat before being decimated by an ancient magic attack. Zezima grinned. At least A(c)zraeleterni had found a unique solution to the noob problem.
A(c)zraeleterni:Currently I have a work force constructing spike pits
A(c)zraeleterni utside the castle gates, so be careful if you walk out there.
A(c)zraeleterni:And we are going to be putting spikes on the Lumbridge walls.
A(c)zraeleterni:So noobs can't scale them.
Voldemort:Couldn't the spikes give noobs handholds?
A(c)zraeleterni:Yes, I thought of that
A(c)zraeleterni:That is why we are going to cover those spikes with spikes.
Voldemort:Clever.
A(c)zraeleterni:Zezima, you dont seem to speak much.
Zezima turned to him and shrugged.
Voldemort:I think he has a sore throat today.
A(c)zraeleterni was looking at Zezima and thus missed the smile that flashed across Voldemort's face.
Voldemort r something of the like.
Voldemort:Maybe he's just refusing to talk.
A(c)zraeleterni:Well, its up to you I guess, my lord.
A(c)zraeleterni turned back to Voldemort.
A(c)zraeleterni:Anyway, we'll have an hour-warning if the noobs
A(c)zraeleterni ecide to mount an attack.
Voldemort:Great.
Voldemort:By the way, has a man named Starwarfan0 come here?
A(c)zraeleterni:Not that I know of.
Voldemort:Alright.
A(c)zraeleterni:Who is he?
Voldemort , just a friend.
But the news seemed to put Voldemort in a glum mood for the rest of the day.
Night fell and Voldemort and Zezima decided to join some of the elitist troops that lounged around the Lumbridge grounds. Or more truthfully Voldemort decided to join them and Zezima followed, seeing as there was nothing else in particular he wanted to do.

27-May-2006 19:12:43