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Great Dragon

Great Dragon

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There was once a great pvmer, some say the greatest who ever lived. I wont say his name, but you all know who I am talking about.
Anyway here is a story based on true events, and though it was a long time ago, I hope the legend of his skills and power do not fade out of memory.


There he stood. At the entrance of his enemy. Should He summon a team to take down this beast? That thought never crossed his mind. Stat wise, and on paper, his friends were of equal power. But in terms of skill, knowledge, and implementation of his technical. abilities, he was far above them.
There was a cold summer chill in the air. His hands were sweating as he held a firm grip on his Zamorakian spear. The footsteps of the beast could be felt with each step as though small earthquakes were happening mere feet away from him. There was a calmness about his person, he knew he could do this when others have failed before him...

With a rucksack full of life saving food, he stood there... observing the beast... Sharpening the tip of his Zamorakian spear slowly, with his legendary whetstone. He stretched his muscles, preparing for what was to come. He had spent years Honing his skills, preparing for the moment of truth. The tension in his neck was mounting... His breath began to increase slightly. He was going in... alone...

He charged. He was on the beast as fast as humanly possible, but the beast was ready for this. He had killed many adventurers in his time. Why should this one be any different?
Besides... he was alone. This should be a walk in the park for one so powerful as him.

The Pvmer stabbed the beast with his spear, and called upon the gods to protect him from his melee attacks. He prayed to the gods to grant him strength, accuracy, and to defend him. He stabbed the beast again, and took a massive blow in return. The beast had resorted to using his powerful dark magic. It hit like a truck, even through his armour. He ate food to heal, and a potion to feel better. taxes for the church, taxes for the mayor taxes for the sherrif, taxes for the king... its a wonder there is anything left to eat,
does it look like i've struck gold here?

07-Jan-2021 19:02:17

Great Dragon

Great Dragon

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the battle raged on. The beasts armour proved to be too thick... The pvmer began to get extremely low on food, The beast, with its massive health pool still in tact. He knew he hadn't the strength to finish his opponent.... He fled. Disappointed in himself... But he never gives up. He lived to fight another day.

He went deep into the wilderness. For several days. And several nights... He had a plan.

Saving the details. He went back to fight the beast the beast. This time he had an ace up his sleeve. A secret weapon. A statius warhammer. This weapon would be able to lower the defence of the beast just enough... to give him a fighting chance.

He charged into the beasts domain, smashing him with the special attack powers of his new weapon. He specc'ed again. This time the beast was caught off guard. He didnt know what to do. So he summoned his secret weapon. The Core. The core had drained the life and health of thousands of warriors in its time. The pvmer thought on his feet. He stabbed, dodged, ate, flicked his prayers. He was doing it. He was winning.

His spear Began to make the Beast bleed. It was obvious that if he kept up the intensity, he would be able to finish it once and for all. His spear landed a critical blow, and the beast began to groan in agony. He was dying. The beast cast a powerful magic at the Pvmer. He survived, but just barely. He ate to full health using the last of his food while simultaneously dodging the core. This was it, the moment of truth. They were both down to thier last.

His legs, weak with fatigue, desperate to finish, and low on health, He stabbed the beast, one last time, with one great thrust... The beast was finally finished. It was his time. He doubled over, and was slain at last. Desert goat horns and crimson charms were his reward. No sigil.

He cheered. He had done what no one had ever done before him without Bug abuse. He went to school the next day and nobody knew what an absolute legend he had become. But I knew. taxes for the church, taxes for the mayor taxes for the sherrif, taxes for the king... its a wonder there is anything left to eat,
does it look like i've struck gold here?

07-Jan-2021 19:02:26 - Last edited on 07-Jan-2021 19:15:07 by Great Dragon

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