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Eri Vi
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Eri Vi

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A man stepped out from the darkness, cradling a two-handed sword, at least a foot wide, in his arms. He threw back the dark cloak from his shoulders, revealing a horrid scarred face, skin as pale as a dead man. His rotting teeth showed as he stretched his black lips wide, then went back to stroking his weapon with leather-bound hands.
“Dhalak,” the cold voice drawled, “how nice of you to finally join us. I was afraid you had been eaten by one of my pets.” Viggora chuckled at his own joke, heavy armour clinking as his chest heaved.
“It’s nice to see you too Viggora,” Dhalak focused on remaining calm, “I have the staff."
"Ah good, cutting straight to the chase I see," Viggora smirked, “Zamorak will be most pleased with you. In fact, he might even let you live.” Viggora’s very presence seemed to embody the dungeon in which they stood.
“How comforting...”
“Quiet fool!” Viggora spat at him, his personality changing like a chameleon. “Hand it over and run, you Saradomin filth, before my blade needs feeding.”
Dhalak stared evenly at Viggora’s black eyes; thoughts of Lennissa, waiting back at the Saradomin camp, calmed his nerves. His armoured boots scraped along the stone floor as he reached beneath his woven cloak, the cerulean cloth dulled by the orange light. Dhalak slid the staff from his back, grasping its perfectly crafted handle betwixt his fingers.
The dark pits of Viggora’s eyes swelled with anticipation. Embracing the staff in his hands, he polished its long wooden stave with the hem of his cloak, “the staff of a God... Oh yes, Zaros will know pain. Strength through chaos, for Zamorak!” His eyes glowed.
“Wait Viggora, one last thing,” Dhalak retrieved his oaken wand, strapped tightly to his leg, “Zaros will not just let you walk into his fortress with the staff of Armadyl, I must hide it from him.”
Viggora eyed him suspiciously, but saw reason in the thought, “do what you must, magician,” his coarse voice rattled.

03-May-2010 10:33:15 - Last edited on 03-May-2010 11:03:57 by Eri Vi

Eri Vi
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Turning to the decaying, stone altar behind him, and brushing aside bones and dried organs he gently placed the ancient staff on its damaged, yet smooth, surface.
Dhalak slowly swung his left hand down its length, placing runestones at equal intervals, and muttering incoherently. Primarily a warrior, Viggora took a step back from this unknown art. Dhalak’s blue eyes glazed as his chanting increased in volume, and the small oak twig began to vibrate.
The wand began to glow, revealing the blood splattered, ochre walls with its green light. The cloak fell from his shoulders, hanging to his arms as the once still air of the Zarosian temple flayed up around him. The beam from the small oaken stick twirled and danced around its stem, leaving a glowing, green trail. The wind whipped again, this time collecting the light and spinning it through the moist space above the staff.
Dhalak stood prone, his chanting having grown to the point where it was simply one droning sound, he raised his glowing hands above his head. The light flowed across the staff, running through and around each runestone he had placed; the green radiance was absorbed before Viggora’s astonished eyes. Grey stones melted into a substance no thicker than water, and they drooled, not obeying gravity, but along the length of the staff, until the entire weapon was glazed in a silver shine.
Dhalak fell to the earthen floor, shivering copiously, and sighed deeply. Pushing him aside, Viggora grabbed the staff with both hands, the hoary sheen fading rapidly.
Regaining his composure, Dhalak slid the wand back into the sheath at his leg and stood before the warrior of Zamorak. “There, it is done,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’ve done my part.”
“Indeed, you have done well magician,” he muttered, now stroking the dual wings crafted at the apex of the staff. He smiled again, his yellow teeth reeking of decay. “With this staff to aid us, we shall destroy him.”

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Eri Vi
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Eri Vi

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“Good, that is all I needed to hear.” Dhalak took a last pitiful look at the deathly knight and spun on his heel, pulling his cloak to his shoulders once more.
The End
That last line did enter the 6th post, but only because I didn't want to cut any sentences in half. A word count on MS Word should show the entire story to be 9,815 characters, just under the 10,000 limit.

Epilogue - A short history behind Jack and Dhalak - Not to be judged

The land of Gielinor was almost entirely unpopulated, until Guthix, the God of balance, opened the portal of life and lead through the humans. He shared with them Runestones, small grey rocks imbued with magical power, and taught them of their use.
Other Gods soon joined the land, Saradomin and Zaros among them. The story goes that Zamorak, a power-hungry Mahjarrat and a General in the army of Zaros, sought to destroy his leader and take his place among the Gods. With the combined power of several ancient artefacts, the staff of Armadyl among them, he made his attempt.
The staff was brought to him by his most trusted servant, Viggora, who obtained it from Dhalak, a mage of Saradomin’s army. Dhalak believed that aiding Zamorak to rid the land of Zaros would be in the greatest interest of peace; as Zaros was constantly at war with Saradomin. So, behind Saradomin’s back, he brought him the staff, in the hope that Zamorak would prove an easier enemy to destroy.

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Logan Shafts
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Thanks everybody for the wonderful entries. Remember to post all your entries before midnight on Saturday, I will do my best to have them all reviewed by sunday. I will post the reviews after the competition, since obviously it'd be unfair to do so now.
I am debating whether to add the contest entries into the Index before or after the event...Let me know what you guys think. =p

Other than that, have a wonderful night everybody (as it is in fact night here).

04-May-2010 06:54:18

Legionnaire

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The Creature
By DragoonR**er
I begin my long dangerous journey to face the majestic creature,but I do not fear this majestic creature.I've done research on the majestic creature.I know that the majestic creature was made by creative wizards, who used imaginary spells to create it.They never knew if the great creature was going to be a masterpiece or an underachiever.I found out that it can be real or imaginary; it can be thick,thin,giant,or tiny.

I heard it can be different on the outside, it can be: crimison,blue,green,yellow,brown,black,grey,purple,orange, or a mixture of colors; on the inside it looks like a mime.The great creature has many names for example "White Fang".I heard whispers that people who have encounter the great creature can have mix feelings; these fellings can be happiness,sadness,joyful,angy,agressive,upset, or fearful.

I wipe the ice cold sweat from my hand and decide to sit down, when I see the grand creature standing there laughing at my like a hyena.I get up feeling nervous and fearful as sweat drips off my face like raindrops;I take a slow deep breath,letting cold air enter my lungs. I hold it in and, then I release stream from my mouth.My hand shaks like an earthquake and, then I charge at the great creature like a wild bull.I pick the great creature up and begin my journey in a book.

Author Note: The creature is described differently each time to foreshadow it being a book and so it doesn't get repetition with great and stuff like that.
Heres my entry.It was hard to make one but I think this is epic what I can do with a book. Time4Rants RIP Never Forget! 2010-2013, In Memory of Old Timer: ""I'm a doctor, not a spiritual medium!" RIP ;(
Shy Lego 2010-2011 RIP
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Lego x LD= Forbidden Love. Legita=Forbidden Love

04-May-2010 20:18:00

Baron Ogre

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The Baron.
Gier Von Baron stood high atop his balcony, concerned not with the snow gently falling from the sky, or the fact his garden may be dying in the weather, but rather on why city Varrock was being so quiet today. The commotion caused from factories could not be heard no matter how hard he listened. No, he could not hear the clang of hammers, the swing of axes, the hum of machinery, the roaring furnaces, or the hiss of steam. Living just under a quarter mile outside the walls of the strong city, the comforting melody of industry was an audible tune no matter what weather, though for some baffling reason, all was silent. He paced back and forth, for this could not possibly be good.
“Sir,” a soft voice called from inside. He returned indoors from the cold, shutting the glass door behind him. Gier’s maid had brought his breakfast, a very small meal, one egg and a piece of bread with a pot of black coffee. Unsurprisingly, he was a thin man, with a handsome face that included a well kept mustache. A sudden scream from outside startled him, and he nearly spilled some of his expensive, imported brew. He made his way back to his balcony, and soon realized why the factories were not working, and to his dismay, it was what he had feared most.
Only a dozen now, but soon hundreds would be there. Look at them, he shivered, disheveled, most of them filthy, and in all shapes, sizes and ages. He sighed and leaned over the rail of his balcony. He had some guard hounds, a high, white brick wall around the entire property, and his butler boxed in his spare time. Though, none of these could compare to his own power. They could be found almost any where, but few people seemed to have what it took to really harness their potential, wasting it instead to accomplish trivial and useless things. He was not one of those people. He used them wisely and meaningfully, and he had so much that he could now accomplish large feats often without being affected.

06-May-2010 05:33:15

Baron Ogre

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“Sir,” his two-hundred pound butler entered his chamber. The room was themed black, with a large gilded fireplace burning slowly near the balcony door. “Do you have a plan?” Gier could see the excitement in the larger man’s eyes. Born a fighter, he thought to himself. Odd he ended up as a butler of all professions for a man of his stature.
“I do,” he nodded, as he reached into the pocket of his black topcoat, and removed a tiny crystal “Now excuse me for a moment.” the butler left, and once the door was shut he spoke a word, and the crystal began to glow. “Mersi”, he whispered into it, quietly speaking with it over the course of about ten minutes. Sighing with relief, Gier now only had to wait a few minutes. Curiously peeking out his window to the events down below, he could now see two men clanging their mauls against his black, wrought-iron gate. The gate bent out of shape a little more with each swing from their hammers.
“Come down here!” a weathered, older man hollered from below. He leapt and attempted to climb over the white brick wall, though he was soon sent back down when he noticed the hounds leaping up with their bared teeth from below. Gier ignored the insults and profanity being tossed at him from below, and chose to stare on into the horizon. “Ah, there they are.” he sighed with relief.
The synchronized chorus of heavy boots marching towards the mob was intimidating, and several rioters began to flee. The mob’s fury was redirected from Gier’s estate, to the riot control. Donning gasmasks, they seemed less human, for not even their eyes were visible through the mask.
A flurry of rocks and fallen ice were chucked at the police force, though the majority of the projectiles were neutralized by the wooden shields held overhead. Black cloaks and the red insignia of a hawk imprinted upon their masks were the only uniform to be found. Anywhere from simple clothing, to chainmail and platelegs were worn by the mercenaries.

06-May-2010 05:33:35

Baron Ogre

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Mark was a young lad compared to the rest of the troop, and he did*’t like this one bit. The mob charged the riot control, swinging whatever weapons they had, some resorting to bare knuckles. Mark saw a dirty child, no older than nine charge at him with a pipe he could barely carry. He blocked the swing with his shield, but before he was able to attempt restraining him, a burly man kicked the boy into the ground, before smashing him in the head with a wooden baton. The boy did*’t move anymore.
He tried to ignore what had just happened. A man ran towards him with a knife in hand, he quickly knocked the small blade from his grasp with a swing of his baton, before incapacitating him with a strike to the jaw. What were these people fighting for? He couldn’t understand, he watched to his left as a woman was being stomped upon as she lay on the ground. Women, children, men, why? He witnessed a man armed with a maul smash open his friend’s skull. An arrow wizzed past from no where, leaving the rioter to bleed out.
A young woman, roughly sixteen looked confused and uncertain in the brawl, though when a pair of mercenaries moved in to restrain her, she lashed out aggressively with a concealed knife. Mark moved in to assist the two men, they clearly did*’t want her to be harmed seriously, when suddenly a crossbow bolt materialized in her neck. Unphased, the men continued dealing with rioters, leaving Mark to stand horrified and confused.
The snow and blood was beginning to mix, forming a slush unpleasant to move through. His bloodied boot stepped on something odd, he peered down to see a sign underneath his heel “Improve working conditions.” was all the sign read, these people were workers of some sort.

06-May-2010 05:33:52

Baron Ogre

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Rows of men armed with crossbows suddenly emerged from behind the mass of masks and cloaks, and unleashed a deadly volley into the crowd. And with that, the remaining rioters began to scatter in every direction. A second volley was released, and the riot control began chasing after the factory workers. But not Mark, he stood in a puddle of blood, trying to piece together what had just happened, and why.
“Mersi, I am very pleased you were able to react so quickly,” Gier stood on his balcony next to a lean man with piercing eyes.
*I think you can repay me for such quick action.” the mercenary commander said with a smirk.
“Yes, I can,* Gier said with a thin smile, as he snapped his fingers. His butler opened a weathered and used chest of gold with a key that hanged around his neck.
“Excellent!” His hawk eyes lit up like a candle, as he looked greedily at the chest of gold “And remember, I’m only a call away if you ever require my services again,” he lifted a small communication crystal to eye level, and smiled before his face resumed a blank state “Alright, let’s move it out.” he ordered to his personal guards, who carried the chest out for him.
“Gold, my old friend,” Gier said as he removed the first coin he earned from his pocket “there is truly nothing you are not capable of.” he kissed the coin, and returned it to it’s safe place in his jacket. He sat down in his lounge chair, he would hire new workers in the morning.

06-May-2010 05:34:02

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