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He sat back on his lumpy bed and put his head in his hands. His hands felt hot and clammy.
Eyegouge27:What is fletching?
Her voice had become ingrained into his subconscious by now. Eyegouge27 was no more than background noise. He felt his brain pounding and a need to go and torture Cheezit92. That always relieved him. Stumbling to his feet, (c)Mr. Happy lurched to the door to his room and pulled it open to see someone run past. The sound of feet came after the person, as though his ears were malfunctioning. (c)Mr. Happy shook his head to clear it and that was when the second person ran past. It was Cheezit92. That shocked Mr. Happy into action. It only took him a second to decide upon chasing the noob. After such a long time waiting to torture Cheezit92 Mr. Happy would not let him escape so easily.

~~~

Numanuma3 surfaced on the ground floor of the mage arena to night’s icy atmosphere. From outside, the cries of the elitist army could be heard. He vaulted out of a craftily concealed trap door and ran without hesitation to a stairwell leading up to the second story of the mage arena. There would be other elitists up there. He would be safe.
In hot pursuit, Cheezit92, and then Mr. Happy both clambered up into the large entryroom of the mage arena tower and sprinted for the stairs that Numanuma3 was ascending.
Numanuma3 gained the second story to find it empty. No one wandered the usually busy passageways. Bitter starlight shone in through the plain windows which bordered the corridor. Shadows skulked in every corner. The feet still pounded their beat behind him. There was only one way to go - up.

~~~

The mage tower is a tall building, extending perhaps twenty stories upwards. Its exterior is brutal, a mixture of vertical faces and sharp precipices made out of the same inconsistent rock as the mage arena wall. Newcomers to the arena will feel the impending tower looming over them for days after their arrival.

27-May-2006 22:36:06

Azure Sunday

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But although it is a fearsome sight from below, it affords a stunning view from above.
At its tip a cupola rests, a covered enclosure with an arched ceiling meant for a bell that was never installed. The ceiling is supported by four pillars, each extending from a spot near the corners of the top of the mage arena. Past these pillars lies a balcony with a small stone wall along its outer edges, the sky extending blue beyond it. From the edge of the balcony one can see the Wilderness stretching out in all directions, or the arena, a miniscule circle far below. On a clear day, some people believe it is possible to see Varrock from the mage tower’s top.

~~~

Numanuma3 ran up staircase after staircase but it was as though he were trapped in a bad dream. He met no sign of life on any floor. The sound of running feet behind urged him onwards even as his strength left him. They never stopped.
And, clearing the top of one more staircase, he found he could go no further. He had reached the top of the mage tower. Numanuma3 stopped, panting. From somewhere below him the dreaded sounds echoed, two pairs of feet pattering on stone. They could not be more than one story beneath him. Slowly he walked to one edge of the balcony. The night sky stretched impossibly wide around him. His followers gained the stairs.
He had two choices, Numanuma3 knew. To stand and face whoever followed him or to take what he called ‘the outside route’ down the building. It was something he hadn’t done in a long time.
Numanuma3 had lived most of his life in the mage arena and knew many of the secret paths that riddled its stories. Like Zezima, he had been an adamant rock climber and, mostly because of this, he had discovered ‘the outside route’. There was a ledge shortly below the northernmost balcony at the top of the mage arena.

27-May-2006 22:37:09

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If one dropped down onto it and then inched their way along to the southern side, they would find a wall which was climbable all the way down to the mage arena battlements below. In his worn out condition, however, Numanuma3 was hesitant about the initial jump to the ledge below.
The footsteps came nearer.
He should face them, Numanuma3 decided.
Nearer.
Or should he drop?
Then a head and shoulders appeared at the top of the stairwell along with a flash of what Numanuma3 thought was a legend cape (it was actually Cheezit92’* white robes) and Numanuma3 realized once more he had no weapon and decided on the drop.
Spinning towards the northernmost balcony, he ran forward and swung over the precipice, hoping his feet would land on the ledge below. He was a second too late, however. Cheezit92 howled something about ashes, used the last of his strength to run after Numanuma3, and tackled him about the waist right as the leader swung over the battlement. They both tumbled out into thin air.
Numanuma3’s heart seemed to leap into his throat as he saw the ledge he was supposed to land on flash past him and then he was plummeting downwards, weightlessly, through the air.

(c)Mr. Happy reached the top level just in time to see Cheezit92’s dive at Numanuma3. He let out a startled yell and sprinted towards the duo, reaching the small stone railing a second after they tumbled over the edge. (c)Mr. Happy reached out over the stone railing, trying to snatch at Cheezit92’s shirt and stop his escape, but he leaned out a bit too far, and before he realized it he too was tumbling into nothing.

27-May-2006 22:37:22

Azure Sunday

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Stars lit the sky overhead, heavenly pinheads upon an infinite black plane. Stone zipped by to his left, almost near enough to touch. Below him lay darkness spotted with the lights of intermittent fires and two other falling figures. Cheezit92’* white robes fluttered frantically in the darkness, and, further below, cold wind whispered around Numanuma3’s darker clothes. Slowly, buildings became defined in the black landscape below, edges catching a dull sheen in the night. So many people moved upon the mage arena, it seemed a war was being waged within its fiery circle. (c)Mr. Happy didn’t spend any time watching the fights, however.
A figure was now visible below. One standing on the ground. (c)Mr. Happy could only see the top of its head. The ground rushed upwards, wind howling about Mr. Happy** body almost unbearable now, and, as though acting upon a sudden intuition, the figure on the ground looked up. A familiar face reflected the light from a fire that roared from a nearby building for a moment and then, with a heavy Thump! Numanuma3 hit him. Thump! Cheezit92 hit the same spot. Thump! Mr. Happy knew no more. Thump! I just felt like saying that again.

27-May-2006 22:37:38

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75 – A Resolution

Until a madman in his sway,
Shall kill the king and save the day,
And let night fall across the land,
To block out sight with its black hand,
To mute out all remaining calls,
As all around - darkness falls.

Only an hour after the elitist raid the first outcasts teleported into the mage arena. Baa Bleety, dressed in her dragon armor, went with them. She started drawing her black sword in the noob camp as she shrank, the world rippling purple about her, and finished drawing it atop the mage arena battlements directly above the front gates. Two oblivious elitist sentinels dropped within seconds of the outcast arrival, not even seeing their attackers before an arrow took each of them through the throat.
Some outcasts poured silently along the walkway, taking out more sentinels as they went, others quickly disappeared in search of the operating mechanism for the stronghold’s front gates. None of them met much opposition. The majority of the elitists were out on the arena, celebrating their victory. An insane portion of the outcast army had been obliterated in the raid, along with a considerable number of noobs. No elitist would ever have expected the rebel army to retaliate so quickly from such heavy losses.
Baa Bleety strode to the crude crenellations that bordered the top of the mage arena*s walls and laid her hands on two of the crenels. Before her the Wilderness stretched out, black and lumpy. She had always hoped that one day she might stand and look out from atop these walls, or better yet from atop the mage tower, but today the view did not cheer her. A need for revenge against the elitists ate at her insides. As she looked out, she tried to spot the noob army. It was hard. No light came from down below. All of the fire-headed monks had either stayed in the camp for this final battle or departed back to White Wolf Mountain, the place where Ratherdashng had first met them.

27-May-2006 22:43:56 - Last edited on 27-May-2006 22:45:51 by Azure Sunday

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Again she cursed Ratherdashng’s stupidity. Texan85 was not as open to a noob-outcast alliance as the former leader had been.
Her mind snapped back to the present as, with a series of slow rustles and creaks, a section of the wall slightly below Baa Bleety expanded outwards. The two gates to the massive doors arched out like two arms welcoming the Wilderness and in response the dark landscape before her began to fluctuate before roiling slowly in towards the openining entryway. Noobs clad in tarnished, dirty armor spilled into the mage arena for the first time in Runescape history. Shouts and yodels echoed from the masses below even though they had been told to keep quiet but the elitists inside the arena didn’t hear. Their own clamor drowned out that of the noobs.
From the corner of her eye Baa Bleety saw one of her outcasts sprint along the battlements towards her. It was Dot278. He skidded to a halt before her, acknowledging his leader with a brief salute.
Dot278:The walls have been secured
Baa Bleety:Great.
Dot278:And the elitists below are still unaware.
Baa Bleety grinned. It seemed the elitists might lose this war after all.

Zezima sat down at the table, unaware of Sethcat’s poison dart which narrowly missed his leg and skidded out of sight along the grainy floor. Sethcat resurfaced from where he had purportedly been tying his boot beneath the table and resumed a dignified pose. Xanthagum sat beside Zezima at the table, fidgeting nervously. Qazwsx3740, an elitist Zezima didn’t really trust sat at his other side. The man had only just recovered from a knifewound to his chest. Qazwsx3740 sat and licked his lips as though he were thirsty. Everywhere an awkward silence settled, the occasional raucous shout from outside penetrating the dining hall. Numanuma3 was late. Zezima's thoughts turned to the people outside on the arena.

27-May-2006 22:49:27

Azure Sunday

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He wished he were out with his troops instead of at this meeting.
A servant entered the room, setting a cup of strength potion before Zezima. As the man bowed and retreated, Xanthagum and Sethcat shared a tense glance. Sethcat had laced the strength potion with his strongest toxin. They both watched intently as Zezima wrapped his fingers about the cup and raised it towards his lips. He noticed them watching, however, and set it back down on the table.
Zezima:****, where is Numanuma3?!
Zezima :O r Voldemort?
Zezima:And why are you two watching me?
No one answered. Xanthagum and Sethcat said nothing. Their attention was still focused on the cup. Qazwsx3740 licked his lips. The air seemed dead around him.
Zezima:That’s it, I’m leaving.
Zezima scraped his seat outwards, rising from the table.
Zezima:Would you like this Qaz?
He offered the potion to Qazwsx3740 who took it eagerly, muttering ‘Thank you my lord’ before draining it.
Xanthagum now shot a worried glance at Sethcat and Sethcat returned it. They would have to resort to the back-up plan.
Equipping a poisoned dragon dagger, Xanthagum rose from the table and hurried after the elitist leader. He wondered why it was always him who had to attempt the close-range assassinations. Zezima had his back turned to Xanthagum and Xanthagum felt the adrenaline pounding wearily through his body once more. His arm tensed for the strike like a compressed spring and he muttered –
Xanthagum:Goodbye Zezima.
-before shooting his arm out at Zezima’s back.
Zezima heard Xanthagum’s whisper however, and spun quicker than seemed possible to catch Xanthagum’s hand in his own. Surprised, Xanthagum dropped the dagger and watched it fall towards the ground as though in slow motion.
Zezima shook his hand.
Zezima:Goodbye to you too,
*ezima:We’ll see each other again soo-
The dagger clattered to the floor and Zezima seemed to notice it for the first time.

27-May-2006 22:53:26 - Last edited on 27-May-2006 22:53:38 by Azure Sunday

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Both elitists stared at the poisoned red blade. Xanthagum knew this was the end. Then Zezima smiled and patted his shoulder.
Zezima:Lol, that happened to me once too.
*ezima:You have to renew those sheaths every once in a while.
Xanthagum:?
Zezima:If you’re hiding daggers up your sleeves
Zezima:And don’t want them to fall out, renew the sheaths.
Xanthagum:Um, sure.
Zezima:Black dragonhide ones work well.
Xanthagum:K…
He bent down to retrieve his dagger.
Zezima:Anyway, adios then.
Zezima strode out of the door with his self-assured gait. Xanthagum looked hopelessly back over his shoulder towards Sethcat and the body of Qazwsx3740. It seemed the poison had worked this time. Sethcat suddenly burst out laughing, a high-pitched, wheezing giggle.
Sethcat:Hihihee, I told you he was invincible.
Sethcat:The day that man falls the world will end.
Xanthagum looked back out the door in time to see Zezima’s lonely form dissolve into the night.

~~~

Voldemort dropped beneath one stroke of the mithril longsword, discharging two magic darts from his staff. One ricocheted off Starwarfan0’s dragonhide armor, the other skewed off towards the mage arena wall.
Starwarfan0:Close
His voice came out between deep breaths. Starwarfan0 leaped sideways, closer to the lava ring, and slashed down at Voldemort once more, but the mage had already slipped out of the sword's range and sent two intermediate fire attacks at Starwarfan0. Starwarfan0 dodged one, slid past the other and then dove for Voldemort, cutting out again and this time landing a blow on his side. The mithril sword hardly did any damage, however, and Voldemort quickly retaliated with an earth blast that caught Starwarfan0 in the thigh and knocked his legs out from under him. Starwarfan0 landed heavily on the ground calling –
Starwarfan0:Truce!
And Voldemort let the magic seep out of him, a strange tingling sensation. He extended a hand down to his friend and helped him up.
Starwarfan0:Nice match.

27-May-2006 22:56:44

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Carefully sheathing his sword, Starwarfan0 rubbed his posterior.
Starwarfan0:I didn’t think that –
A brief whine and then a kthunk! broke the night. Voldemort looked around briefly for the source of the sound but saw nothing.
Voldemort:You didn’t think what?
Voldemort looked back towards the man to find him on the ground, spa(*)stically clutching at the back of his neck. The shaft of an arrow jutted from the base of his skull. An odd feeling washed through Voldemort as Starwarfan0 completed his death throes, a feeling akin to glacial water were being poured through his body. It both heightened his senses and froze his limbs. Blood pounded through his temples and everything he heard and saw about him took on a grainy quality.
Arrows were now falling freely amongst the elitists, he now noticed. Some of the small buildings built into the walls of the mage arena also spat fire into the night. Voldemort watched numbly and picked out figures moving atop the battlements, dispersing arrows and magic attacks into the crowd. Then a buzz and an arrow ripping through his Ahrim’s broke him from his state. Something clicked in his brain and he went berserk.
Magic once again welled up inside him, and, without thinking, he ran for a stairwell leading up the walls, releasing random enchantments at those figures he could see. Stone and bone broke beneath fire attacks, shrapnel screaming through the air. Water attacks bathed the walls in a slippery spray. Air attacks buffeted the outcasts. Several men were blown off the wall. One was high-alched. Voldemort sprinted across the arena like a madman and gained the stairs in seconds, magic robes fluttering. He never reached the top, however. A barrage of arrows and mage attacks cut him down halfway up the stairs.

28-May-2006 04:10:17 - Last edited on 28-May-2006 04:10:32 by Azure Sunday

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