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Aidyn Levet
Jul Member 2023

Aidyn Levet

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I'm working on this alternative story idea I had for the AoG competition. I chose to go with my other idea as it was clearer which side it was for. I will upload it the moment I feel it is completed.
Edit: I also would have been way over the 400 word limit if I wanted to portray it the way I wanted to.
In the meantime, you may read the one I did use here:
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Edit: 1223 words, and 6455 characters(with spaces)
Way over any limit Jagex would have put on the contest.

16-Apr-2010 03:00:25 - Last edited on 18-Apr-2010 06:20:42 by Aidyn Levet

Logan Shafts
Dec Member 2023

Logan Shafts

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Very sorry for my recent absense, people.
I've been staying at my sisters house - and thus unable to access the forums until now. I should be more active by monday - thanks for your patience everybody.
I won't be able to update the Index until then, but I'll do it real fast right now so you don't feel too neglected, lol.
Until then, you're all welcome to review eachothers stories (and post more of your own of course)! Have fun. ^^
P.S. I'm not an almighty Demon - if I'm evil, I've gotta be the devil himself...

P.S.S. But I'm actually quite nice if you get to know me. ^.-

17-Apr-2010 06:23:24 - Last edited on 20-Apr-2010 20:40:45 by Logan Shafts

Aidyn Levet
Jul Member 2023

Aidyn Levet

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Here is a shorty story idea I had come up with when I heard about the AoG contest. It was hard for me to decide what God this would be for, so I hope you like it, and see why I didn't make it an entry, and chose my other one instead. If you can't, then I will gladly tell you if you ask. A lot of meaning is lost though, especially in paragraph 7, since I can't italicize here.


Raising my slender sword above me, I bring it down, plunging it deeply into the writhing body of the last Zamorakian warrior left. I withdraw it quickly from the corpse and wipe the blood off the blade on a cleaning cloth, returning it to pearly white again, and sheath it.
I walk slowly through the bog around me, cautious of any lurking beasts. A howl sounds in the distance. Werewolves, no doubt. They will smell the blood soon, best not to stick around.
I pick up my pace, wanting nothing more than anything to get out of the bog, but I can't. I'm the only one left in my squadron, all the others were killed in the surprise attack.
Larissa!
We will never be together now.
My knees give out under me, and I fall to the ground in tears. It is then that I see, even with my vision blurred by tears, the burgundy mess.
My hand has become covered in drying blood, just starting to flake. I try to clean them, but there is nothing to use to do so. I had dropped my last cleaning cloth near the dead bodies of the Zamorakians, so as to leave the scent of blood behind. Now it haunts me, impossible to rid myself of it, and I know that it is Saradomin punishing me.
I killed out of hatred, revenge and anger. That is not the code of the white knights, nor is it the way of Saradomin. The howls come ever closer, as they catch the scent of blood and mindlessly pursue the source. Zamorak truly has let slip the dogs of war, in a way that only he could.

18-Apr-2010 06:09:29 - Last edited on 21-Apr-2010 04:46:22 by Aidyn Levet

Aidyn Levet
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Aidyn Levet

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I run for my life, tears still wet on my face, as the werewolves close in. I look back to see they are still behind me, but not by much. They were inhumanly fast, so why hadn’t they caught up to me yet? My luck ran out just then. My foot caught in a gnarled old root, and I fell. Hard.
I look up to see them upon me now, hunger in their eyes and darkness in their souls. I raise my arm up as protection as I fumble with my scabbard. Out of panic, I cannot manage the sword out of its holster, and they are on the kill now.
The first one lunges, and then the rest. A flurry of gnashin* teeth and snapping jaws and spraying saliva, I do my best to flee them. They catch onto my plate leggings and drag me back towards the frenzy. I am being punished.
A white flash illuminates the forest, and I look around to view the source of such power. A blast of powerful magic, no doubt. Saradomin magic.
There stands a woman, twice as beautiful as Larissa. Oh, Saradomin forgive me for thinking such a thing! She smiles at me and says, “You really shouldn’t be wandering these bogs alone. They can be quite...dangerous.” She seems to find something satisfying about that. “Are you alright?” She seems genuinely concerned.
“Yes, I’m...fine.” I reply, still in awe.
“Good,” she states matter-of-factly, “Then I won’t have to carry you back to camp.” She approaches me, still assessing any damage the werewolves might have caused. She circles around me and comes to a stop quite suddenly.

18-Apr-2010 06:10:52 - Last edited on 21-Apr-2010 04:24:21 by Aidyn Levet

Aidyn Levet
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Aidyn Levet

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“What’s wrong?” I ask, sure that she can hear the worry in my voice.
“You’re not fine,” Came the response, “Those wolves managed to take home a bite of...I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.” She stares at me questioningly.
“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Gorand, with Squadron 53 of the White Knights. And you, milady and saviour, would be?” I ask, expectantly.
She puts up the hood of her cloak before responding “My name is Parelis. I’m afraid I don’t have as fancy a title as you do, however. Those unnatural beasts of Zamoraks took home a bite of Gorand, then.”
I looked at where she gestured to see a huge bite mark on the back of my leg. I looked solemnly into her face. We both know what this means, but leave the truth unspoken.
“We better get you back to camp. Perhaps they could heal you there.” She said as she started walking off. I followed her. Like I had a choice. I had no idea where the camp was anymore.
I could tell that she knew the healers there would be unable to heal the inevitable, merely the wound. “It’s not far now." she calls back.
I could see the glow of fires now. The guards outside the camp saluted Parelis as she walked by. She obviously had some sort of command position. No fancy title, huh?
I collapse quite suddenly, the last thing I feel, the warm hands of Parelis catching me.

18-Apr-2010 06:11:48 - Last edited on 21-Apr-2010 04:35:34 by Aidyn Levet

Aidyn Levet
Jul Member 2023

Aidyn Levet

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Feed. Hunger. All around us, prey. There’s a woman, watching us. Afraid, but why? Give her a reason. People are running. Running from us. That’s not nice. So why should we be?
I leap onto a warrior, and claw at his chest, and his blood flows, immediate, over my hands. The smell of blood is intense, and intoxicating. It makes me want more.
Raw, bloody flesh is the best for satisfying hunger. Why should we be denied it?
The woman runs, blue cloak trailing behind her.
Yes, chase. Food is always more satisfying when you chase it.
I pounce and bound after her. My claws sink into the back of her cloak whipping behind her, and she is caught. Nowhere to run.
Yes, we will be fed well tonight.
She screams one last time, before the only thing coming from her throat is blood. Fresh, crimson blood.
I awake, dazed. My head hurts, and my vision is still blurry. I rub my eyes to clear them, and wish that I hadn’t, because of the sight before me.
The camp is in ruins, claw marks everywhere, and dead bodies all around. Some had obvious signs of struggle and drag marks nearby. I look down at myself to see my hands soaked in blood, my clothes torn to shreds and smeared with dirt. Slowly, I remember what happened before I blanked out.
Parelis!
I run through the camp, looking for her, shouting her name, just hoping she survived somewhere, somehow. I spot her mangled corpse lying on the ground. She is barely recognizable anymore, a bloody mess.
Her cloak is now so stained with blood that it appears she changed her alliances. I collapse next to her body, and weep, knowing it was I who killed her.

18-Apr-2010 06:12:32 - Last edited on 21-Apr-2010 04:30:54 by Aidyn Levet

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