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<~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ DREAMWEAVER -- THE LEGEND ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~>
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Dreamweaver.
It sounds legendary doesn't it? Unfortunately the sleepy guy himself is anything but. Way back before your older cousin's even older cousin was born, Dreamweaver lived (and slumbered) up in the Snowy Mountains on a yak dairy farm with his father, known to the locals as Clipper. His father was known as Clipper, not the farm. The farm was known as "The Farm" because Clipper, though skilled in many things, did not count unnecessary creativity among them.
Yak are well known for their milk, which is strange because it's a complete nightmare milking one. They're larger than hippopotami and have much bigger horns, plus they're so hairy that it takes a farmer three hours with hedge clippers to even uncover which type of dangly bits the animal has. So it wasn't long before Clipper, staring at the half pint of milk and mountain of wool he collected each morning, came to a business decision. He would diversify into cloth-making, and rushed out to buy a spinning wheel and hand-loom immediately.
As Clipper was fully engaged with the shearing and milking, it came down to the dozy Dreamweaver to turn the mass of wool into cloth. Not being a morning person, he'd let the heap pile up, then sleep in it. Finally his exasperated father exclaimed,
"Son, you are useless! You sleep, you doze, you snore. You weave me nothing, except maybe dreams."
~continued~

19-Feb-2010 02:19:58 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2010 02:22:06 by Dreamweaver

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And that was how he got his name. It was also how he got booted out of the house with nothing to his name but a half-scribbled sketch of a palace he visited in his dreams. That turned out to be quite useful though; it saved him seven and a half minutes a few years later when he actually had a city of his own and made that fantasy a reality.
And that, as they say, is that. If you want to know anything else, ask Clipper. Like Dreamweaver, I'm off to bed.

~Dreamweaver~
Feb, 2010
[Written for the "Introduce your Legend" contest at the War of Legends]

19-Feb-2010 02:21:18

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War of Legends is the new strategy game that Jagex has just published. It's coming out of open beta testing shortly, so anyone's free to sign up already.
As it's an official Jagex product, much the same way that Funorb is, I'm sure I'd be quite justified in giving it's address here:
waroflegends dot jagex dot come (without that tailing 'e' of course)
Dreamweaver

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[Written for the Armies of Gielinor story competition, March 2010]

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It was deathly quiet. As I and my fellow monks surveyed the frosty pre-dawn hillside outside Eastbridge, the entire landscape had baited breath. We knew that just over the rise multiple companies of black knights and mages were gathered for an assault. Now, more terrifying than open battle itself was the wait, and today of all days it was enough to quail the stoutest soldier. This was no way to celebrate Wintumber. This was no day to die.
As I stood facing the low hill, shivering within my dew-laden robes, I mused. How many times had Eastbridge been taken? As the only river crossing for miles it was coveted in this endless war that had marred the land, but to what gain? The untold waste, the uncountable loss from victories and defeats, and for what prize? A shell of a village long abandoned and a ford that was constantly under renewed assault. The tacticians who moved pawns upon tabletops but never muddied a boot nor hefted a sword could not understand.
The sun was on the horizon now, shafts of golden light chasing the morning mists away. At dawn they were to strike. A terrifying cacophony of screams would erupt into the air and a tide of death would pour over the crest towards us. My brethren and I are under no illusions. We are merely to break the wave, disorganize the line so that our knights and mages can harry them in disarray. We are a Wintumber feast for black blades and fire runes, nothing more.
~continued~

16-Mar-2010 03:59:52 - Last edited on 16-Mar-2010 04:02:27 by Dreamweaver

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Finally there was movement across the hill. As one, we tensed, watching. The silence remained, but two black knights were carrying something up the slope -- a rough wire loop twisted atop a wooden frame. What trickery was this? Then a brown circular object flew into sight, bounced and rolled towards us. A gnomeball!
No one died that day, nor even the next. A tacit truce held out for two sunrises and two sunsets. By the time the Zamorak commanders had forced their troops to resume the attack, my brothers and I had been escorted from the field in disgrace and stripped of our ranks. But I know that when I caught the pass that Wintumber morning and scored the first hoop on the battlefield, it was a greater victory than any that had come before or will ever come again.
~Dreamweaver~
Mar, 2010

16-Mar-2010 04:00:11 - Last edited on 16-Mar-2010 04:02:52 by Dreamweaver

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