HA, that means I can 101m of anything I want, via the magic of post 101.
Hmm... what to get, what to get..
..I GOT IT!
*Temple Knight Dossier, "Varrock overrun"*
On Tuesday, five weeks exactly from the current date, there was an incident in Varrock. It seemed like a normal day in Varrock; the sun was out in full view, the streets were jam-packed, etc. Then suddenly, without warning, what appeared to be an army of chickens, in the number of millions, stormed the front gate. No one was safe, the chickens piled onto a person until they died. Even the strongest of warriors fled, scarred for life and murmuring "I'll never eat chicken again".
The chicken army, after ruining all of varrock, surrounded the building the king and his party of nobles were hiding in- that building just happened to be a KFC. The advisor attempted to go out to talk peace with the leader of the chicken army.
"Please sir, we'll give you anything to leave. Anything!"
"I'll leave you alone if you give me... an 11-piece bucket-full."
Sadly, though the advisor fetched the chickens' leader a bucketfull..
"here you go, sir.."
"Ok, i'll leave the- Hey, wait a minute! ..GRILLED?! YOU GOT ME GRILLED CHICKEN?!?!?!? ATTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKK!!!!!!!!!"
The KFC was destroying within two seconds.
In recap, though Varrock and since then rebuilt itself (What do you think this morning's system update was for, if it's a no-update week?), we all have learned one bg lesson- The chicken is a powerful beast, right up there with the KBD and Commander Zilyana. Noobs beware.
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I told those temple knights not to smoke that that grass... -.-
~Seph
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
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..After last chapter, I got the idea he wore a hat.
~Seph
Void Knight, Master Thief-to-be, Wielder of the Ancient Magyks, Future killer of Justin Bieber. He. Must. DIE!!!!
Note: I hate that sad teeny-bopper with all my heart, if you didn't figure it out by now.
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
Just in time before I've got to go somewhere that I was suppose to go yesterday, however the rain stopped us.
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Chapter 4: Killer Instinct
The glowing round light in the sky of the night rose into the sky. Adrian sat in his room, his eyes focused on the moon that shine light upon the darkness. But his mind was focused upon the task he must finish tomorrow. To kill several fellow Saradominists.
"Your job is to attend the funeral of one of their highest soldiers who just recently died. Kill ALL of the royal family. Am I understood?" The instructions of the kill ran through Adrian's head over and over, a thousand times.
He let out a sigh and turned away from the window. "I don't have the power to stop this madness. Ever since I woke up here, I have been under that madman's control..." he mumbled to himself.
Adrian heard the door to his room open and then close shut. He glances at whoever entered the room, and saw a beautiful woman with dark gray hair. Adrian's face grew a smile on it. "Alina," he said, a shot of happiness lapped his voice.
A gentle smile grew on Alina's face. "Hey," she greeted. But she couldn't help to notice that he had trouble in his eyes. She walked over to Adrian, knelled down in front of him to look him in the eyes. "Does something bother you, my love?"
Adrian shook his head side to side with his eyes closed. He then looks back at Alina with a gentle smile. He places his left hand onto her right cheek, her face was so soft. "Nothing bothers me," he replies. "I'm just very happy to see you again."
Alina wraps her arms around Adrian, who wraps his arms around her too. She closed her eyes. "As am I," she replied. "But are you sure there isn't something I can help you with?"
"Alright." But as Alina wasn't looking at his face, his smile goes down, his troubled look returns. He just didn't know what to do. "You do not have to worry should the guards know of your presence after the death of the family. They will always be close by." The words of his master raged on his head.
The night disappeared into the clouded sunlight. There was gray clouds above the heads of everybody, the gloomy clouds cried a sorrow of sadness. At Avdima, the castle gates were open, a traveling forest of the wealth stepped into the castle, all dressed in black. They had umbrellas over their heads. There was a sinking feeling of sorrow overcasting everyone.
Adrian approached the gates of Avdima, a hood concealed his face. But there was no guards present at the gates, which was odd to Adrian, most likely attending the funeral Adrian believed. The Saradominst rushed into the city before anyone could notice. The young man rushed as fast as he could to the kingdom. And after about ten minutes, he arrived at the flowing river of people.
He quickly clenched his hands around his hood and pulled it down, revealing his face and blonde hair. A guard at the front of the castle gates quickly takes notice of Adrian and waves his hand towards him. "Oi, priest!" he yelled. "Over 'ere!"
Adrian looks over to where the guard's voice came from in the thick rain and saw that the guard was looking straight at him. Adrian rushed over to the guard. The guard smile at the Saradominist. "Glad you come make it," he stated. "As you may know, this is a funeral for one of the most respected of our knights."
"Good, good. That means I don't have ta fill ya in with the details." The guard turns around, facing the castle. "C'mon, into the castle ya go." The guard began walking towards the castle with Adrian following behind him. The two enter the castle, reveal a swarm of people sitting down on benches, a cloak of black. Adrian swallowed down saliva, he didn't know what to expect.
The guard opens a door, revealing a small room with drawers, a bed, and a window. The window faced the western wall, and the bed was cloaked by a bright red covering. "This'll be where ya will get ready." he stated.
Adrian gazed upon the guard and bowed. "Thank you very much." he thanked. Afterwards, he sluggishly stepped into the room, a beat of nervousness rendered him slow. Once he finally his way into the room, the guard slowly closed the room shut. But as he closes the door, a wicked smirk grew on his face. Adrian sighs. There was a mirror right beside the drawer. He gazes at himself in the mirror.
He notices his irises were slowly changing to the color red. His hair messy and unkempt, several bang cloaked his face. He drew in breath and let out a sigh. He pulls up his right forearm near his face and grabbed the tip of his sleeve with his left hand. He pulled it down, revealing his Dragon Dagger strapped around his forearm.
His left hand lets go of his sleeve and he puts his right arm back down to his side, his sleeve rushed back down to right above his hand. "Forgive me, Lord Saradomin," he mumbled. "But I am in no control of this."
Adrian noticed a opened bottle of wine and wine glass sitting on the table right beside of the bed. He pulled out a small vial with grayish-white liquid from under his robe's left sleeve. Adrian steps over to the bottle and but saw a note on the table. The Saradominist picks the letter up and scrolls his eyes across it's contents. It reads:
"Use the vial of poison I have given you and pour it into the bottle of wine. Offer it to the king."
The end
is only
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Adrian sighed and opened the small vial of poison. He slowly and carefully poured the liquid into the bottle of wine quietly. After about thirty seconds, Adrian raised the bottle and began swirling the wine, the wine's red texture is tainted by the grayish-white killer. But after he finished swirling it, the grayish-white poison became almost invisible.
There was a knock on the door. Adrian glances back at it, and he began to feel his heart bounce in his chest. It sent a shock wave of shiver all throughout his body. "Come in," he said to whoever was outside his door. The door slowly opens, and as the door opened, Adrian's heart beated faster, he felt his heart so greater it was like he had it in his hand.
The person opening the door stepped in, revealing black hair and a golden crown. He wore a long mantle with a white fur trim. He wore Saradomin robe top and bottoms and held a Saradomin crozier. A smile grew on his face. "Ahh," he said, stepping closer to Adrian. "So, you must be the new priest."
Adrian shook his head. "Yes," he confirmed.
"I appreciate that you have come today. It was a shame that our former priest passed away, but that is a part of life, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
"Well," he said, extending his hand out. "I am the Emperor of the Kingdom of Avdima, Leopold Lucius. It is a pleasure to meet you-"
"Adrian, Adrian Dardanas."
"Ahh, Adrian. A pleasure."
Adrian glances behind him. "Umm, would you like some wine?"
"Wine!? Haha," he laughed. "You know too well already, and we've just met."
"So, is that a yes?"
"Yes, yes!" Adrian grabbed the bottle of wine with his right hand while his left hand grabbed onto the wine glass. He tilted the bottle to the left and the wine liquid began to pour out into the glass shield. The red liquid quickly filled up to the top of the glass. He hands it to the king and he grabs it. Adrian lets go and the king just chugs it down. "More, please!"