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Joetorsney2

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----Zamarock attacks----
Written by: Joetorsney
Chapter I, Stormy night
Darkness crept upon Varrock, Wind tore through the city's lonely streets and alleyways. Rain crashed on the on the pavement and the drains clogged. Men of Zamarock entered the city, Dressed in black and red, drew their swords and began, began something Varrock may never recover from...
--Continued soon, 2 reserve posts will be made--

26-Aug-2010 14:39:46 - Last edited on 26-Aug-2010 14:42:01 by Joetorsney2

Legionnaire

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Deserma
By: DragoonRnger
The golden-sun shines over a small city.The sunlight hits a tall, blond-hair, fair-skin woman holding a green staff. A white hair-hair man walks out of a gray house; he approaches the woman slowly.
"Deserma, why are you alone?" the white-hair man asked, I am about to go out to the forest, to pick herbs." Deserma replied. "Why don't you take your apprentice. He needs some experience with identifying herbs" the white-hair man responded. "No, this is a solo journey" Deserma stated, walking towards the forest.
As Deserma gets closer to the forest, she can smell the dew on the green grass; without thinking twice she enters the forest. She comes across a plant filled with Dragonsnap, as she begins to pick the Dragonsnap she hears something that sounds like a whine. She follows the whine into an open-area where she sees a deer laying down by an oak tree, whining loudly and painfully. Deserma runs over to the deer and starts to examine the deer for wounds; she finds many open wounds, bleeding like a river. She starts casting healing spells on the deer.
Daylight turned to nighttime and Deserema is still casting healing spells on the deer's wounds. Suddenly, there is a loud growling noise sounding almost like a wolf; Deserma turns around sees eight red-eyes staring directly at her. She stops healing the deer and stands up, ready to fend off these demonic beasts away; the red-eyed beasts jump out of the bushes and lands in a crouching position, ready to pounce on Deserma. One of the beast lunges at her and at that moment the rest of the beasts surrounds her. She fires a wind bolt directly at the lunging beast, hitting it square in the chest, knocking it backwards.
The rest of the beasts attack her at once; she fires an earth bolt at the one on the right, but one of them bites her in the side.She screams in agony, but refuses to fall. She knocks the one that bit here with her staff and the beast gets knock down, but another one slashes her across Time4Rants RIP Never Forget! 2010-2013, In Memory of Old Timer: ""I'm a doctor, not a spiritual medium!" RIP ;(
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29-Aug-2010 02:27:00 - Last edited on 29-Aug-2010 02:28:42 by Legionnaire

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the chest and she falls to her knees. The beasts surround her and then Deserma puts both of her hands on her green staff. The beasts pounce on their wounded prey, but a bright-green sphere surrounds Deserema and then a bright flash explodes around her, knocking the beasts backwards; vines come up from the ground, grabbing the demonic beasts.Whines are heard and then all is silent.
Deserma falls to the ground, but crawls to the deer and castes one last healing spell, then she creates a magical note, then her body falls limp. The next morning a young-man enters the forest and finds Deserma body by an oak tree and a note next to it.He falls to his knees crying. He brought the body back to an old man; where the place her body upon an alter.
Visitors to the forest report seeing a woman wandering the forest, holding a green staff and they report this to the Druids. The Druids simply say "That is Deserma, Goddess of Nature and Sacrifice. 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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29-Aug-2010 02:27:09 - Last edited on 29-Aug-2010 02:30:57 by Legionnaire

Zaroe

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• Rise of Legends •
There was once a town named Isthagin. This town thrived with resources. This made the people happy. They celebrated with the largest of feasts and the biggest of parties. There was a large tree in the center of the village that sparkled with the happiness of the people.
There was a boy about 15 years of age, and a girl of 14 years of age. They were rivals of intellect. Each day, the boy and the girl would explore around their village, trying to know more than the other.
Several years later, the boy was sent off with a group of men to kill a few monsters lingering around. He had begun to work on his Attack, Strength, and Defense skills. He had soon mastered the aspects of a true warrior.
The girl on the other hand ran away from her family after a heavy quarrel. She wandered into a library, in which she stayed at for some years. The girl nearly read every book in the library over her time there. She learned how to control the several elements of Magic. The girl learned the true way of magic and became a full-fledged master of using runes.
5 years later, they had met up on a quiet road where none where about. The boy and girl decided to have a duel to see who was a greater warrior. Their skills were so strong that the trees around them were scratched and scorched from the battle. Their powers had taken control of themselves and the boy and girl had vanished within the might. The two powers joined together and created a fearsome warrior with more power than any human in Gleinor.
For several days it travelled the land, destroying villages, searching for a human to match his strength. It seeked only a challenge to prove it's true worth.
When the all-powerful warrior returned to Isthagin, it began to tear the building apart, when suddenly a mysterious power whisked the powerful being to the ground. The being rose up and demanded that the mysterious foe would show itself. All of the sudden, the large tree in the center of the village shed

29-Aug-2010 02:56:52

Zaroe

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light in massive amounts of awe. At that moment, the powerful being disintegrated. The boy and girl arose from the remains.
Let it be known that it is not the strength nor determination of a person, but the true power comes from within a warrior's heart.
The End

By Firrise
From "The Great Books of Firrise"
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29-Aug-2010 02:57:19 - Last edited on 29-Aug-2010 03:00:37 by Zaroe

Crocefisso

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Hi, Logan. It's been a while.
I have just come back to this thread for the first time since 25 June (if My Profile is to be believed). This is, of course, a long time, and therefore much could have happened.
I was just curious to know the result of the "On the Sea" story competition which ended on 4 June. Assuming you're done with the reviewing (however, I have noticed that a fair few people qualified), would I be able to know the result?

03-Sep-2010 17:39:06

Cutie Tia

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A Truthful Arrow
The sun emerged overhead, bringing warmth to the frigid path that lay before a dark-skinned, young woman. She was of a small build and height, but emitted a feeling far more imposing than her figure suggested. A brown tunic and black skirt clothed her; her bow and quiver contrasting the otherwise innocent look about her. "Crunch", the snow compacted under her muddied greaves. The crisp morning air chilled her lungs and caused a shiver. Before her lie an eerie scene, for the only dynamic figure was she. "Crunch, crunch, crunch," said the snow as she dragged her feet through the blanket.
"Not to sound cliché to mine self," she mused, "but 'tis less than a whisper here." The sun reflected off the snow, the leaves rustled above, and she no longer made a sound. Curtained in the mangled growth of the woods, she waited with bow in hand; silently waiting for the slightest movement. A bush across her path budged; she notched her bow and faced the disturbance inaudibly. An insignificant black rock seemed to roll out of the bush. She smiled faintly and angled the bow towards the sky; a lock of her almond hair split away from its confines, and swayed in her face. Ignoring all but her speed, she drew the bowstring. A thousand distractions flooded her mind: "to miss is failure; to agitate mine camouflage is failure; to fail is the end of all this." Breathing out, then once more inwards silently, she held her pose; however, her arms edged ever closer to the perfect shot.
She released the grip Doubt had on her mind, and fired. The arrow flew true, but missed its mark. It struck just above her intended target, deterred by an object even more solid than the teal head. The cover erupted into a majestic horse with an arrow stuck in a growth atop its skull. "Crunch, crunch crunch, " went the snow as the unicorn galloped away.
"Suppose I'll be rationing tonight. Doubt I'd gather courage to eat regardless..."

04-Sep-2010 05:31:28 - Last edited on 04-Sep-2010 05:39:11 by Cutie Tia

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