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Mimicking the path of Herman and Andy, Carlson and Jacobson flashed their entrance papers to the guards at the Barricade Outpost and entered the lethal ground of the Curved Peninsula. The Sergeant’s reasoning for sending Carlson and Jacobson to search for the mage was that they could fight. Carlson had an eagle’s eye, and could pin a target to the ground without at all injuring it. Jacobson was brutal, and could easily use some of the heaviest weapons found on the Continent.

The two generally did not get along, but were tough to beat when they worked as a team, which they were often forced to do.

Silently, the two stalked through the Peninsula, both armed and ready to jump into a fight. Unlike Herman and Andy, however, they could keep a cool head in obvious danger. The combustion of a Gine flower, or the bubbling of lava did not startle them; which gave them even more use for the job in the Sergeant’s eyes.

“See ‘im?” Jacobson gruffly asked to Carlson, who was squinting as he searched over the landscape.

“Not yet” Carlson answered hastily, squinting harder to try and find the mage. “‘tis like this mage doesn’t even exist. How do we know Andy did*’t fall into the lava and Herman had a mental breakdown?”

“We don’t, but the Sergeant believes him and there’s nothing we can do ‘bout it.” Jacobson replied, leaning on the axe he used as his primary weapon.

“Who does he think he is, anyways? Damn Sergeant isn’t even the major one in command. Our Royal Highness cares nothing about all of this, so why is the Sergeant so obsessed with-” Carlson began to rant, when the lava behind them popped hard, almost like a small explosion.

Both Carlson and Jacobson spun around and their hearts skipped a beat as they saw a man in black robes and a hood standing at the edge of the lava, facing them.

Carlson raised his bow and aimed. “Come with us now and thou shall keep their life.” He swiftly ordered. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

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“Thou” the mage mocked. “Are in the presence of death. Surely thou does not want a confrontation.”

Angered at being mocked as such, Carlson let his anger get the best of him and he pulled back on the string of his bow, an arrow pressured against the center of the bows string and his fingers. With flawless aim, Carlson un-pinched his fingers and the deathtrap of sharpened metal, wood, and feathers ripped through the humid atmosphere of the Peninsula towards the undefended heart of the mage.

As the arrow neared Death, an eerie purple glow lightly illuminated the edge of his hood, and a series of purple circles surrounded the arrow mid-flight, stopping it dead in its tracks. With the circles twisting and turning around it, creating the illusion of a sphere, the arrow slowly came towards him and the magic surrounding it dissipated as the arrow reached his hand.

“Foolish Mortals” The Mage taunted as he slowly spun the arrow between his fingers. “I am the Reaper, you know it. Yet you still stand up to the challenge... You stand up, to imminent death!”

Jacobson snarled and lost his temper, charging towards Reaper with his axe dragging lightly on the ground behind him, an array of sparks trailing him in the form of a rooster tail.

reaper kept still for several moments, allowing Jacobson to gain some ground on him, then he rose his right hand into the air above his head. Each of his fingertips glowed a light cyan, as well as the center of his palm. He clenched his fist, and an unseeable magic radiated from his fist and into Jacobson, whom was quickly covered with a layer of ice as he swung up towards Reaper, the blade stopping a foot from impact.

With his heart both sinking and rising into his throat at the same time, Carlson decided negotiations were out of the picture. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

05-Dec-2009 06:47:12 - Last edited on 06-Mar-2010 22:51:57 by Sirapyro

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He reached down to his quiver and gripped the feathered ends of three arrows, and brought all of them up to the string of his bow. He held each together as if they were one, and pulled back on the string, rapidly setting his aim. Instinctively, one eye shut and he released each arrow in unison, each flying straight towards Reaper, each aimed at a different vital point of his body.

Reaper turned towards Carlson and watched the arrows fire from the bow at unpredictable speeds. Matching the speed of the incoming projectiles, however, Reaper lifted his arms to either side and his body became nothing but a black mist with a red glow where his eyes would be. As the arrows lost their momentum and fell into the lava behind the Reaper, he re-materialized; a scythe crudely carved out of wood and steel now resting in his right hand.

“If thou...” Reaper scowled, not ceasing his mockery of Carlson’s dialect. “Insists that they should be terminated, then thou shall have their wish granted.”

Reaper lifted his left arm to a ninety degree angle with the rest of his body, and lowered his head. As his hand hung limp at the end of his arm, red sparks created a glow that seemed to draw the light from around it. The sparks became small strikes of lightning, traveling between different parts of his hand, and eventually it reached the point where the blasts of lightning were striking the ground.

The blade of Reaper’s scythe crackled with an energy of a similar fashion, and a deep crimson sphere composed of electrical current and a magical force appeared at the mid point between his scythe and palm, over his head.

Carlson tried to think faster than he was able to, and at the same time, was overwhelmed by a feeling which he had not experience for a very long while: fear. With no other option occurring to him, Carlson forced himself backwards and allowed his legs to be thrown out in front of him. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

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As his head smashed into the ground, followed by the rest of hid body, his vision became blurred. In a few moments, the attack which Carlson had feared would be his downfall struck the ground several feet away from where his head now rested.

With his head pounding and his vision blurred, Carlson reached to his side where a crossbow carved from the wood of a tree that could be found along the shoreline, and a steel alloy. He pulled it free from the snap that held it onto his belt, and he aimed it, still lying down, between his legs at Reaper, and wasted no time firing a bolt.

Caught off guard by the fast response of Carlson, Reaper was struck just to the right of his stomach; his deep black robes being stained by a crimson paste. He slowly reached down to where the bolt had impaled him, and gripped the end that remained outside of his body. He yanked it out, and gripped his side. He moved most of his bodies weight onto the wound, and removed his hand.

“I...” Reaper panted, still in a slight shock from being struck. “Am death. You... cannot kill me. I, can only kill you.”

Though clearly wounded, Carlson was astonished at how Reaper managed to clench his staff in both hands and raise it over his head, the blood of his wound gleaming from the glow of the lava behind him.

Carlson’s eyes widened in horror, and recoiled as Reaper swung down with his scythe; the sound of a powerful gust and the sound of blade on skin could be heard before Carlson was struck. He opened his eyes quickly to see Jacobson hurling the Reaper away from Carlson, a massive abrasion on Reaper’s side from Jacobson’s axe.

Reaper hit ground and skidded several feet before coming to rest. He lay motionless for several seconds before lifted his right arm and placed it on the ground to support himself. Grunting with effort, he pulled his body up, and wobbled to his feet. “Death” he panted, blood gushing from his wound. “Is on your doorstep. No, mercy.” Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

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In an act of anger, Reaper extended his left arm and cursed under his breath. Several black strands of rigid energy emerged from his finger tips and lassoed themselves around Jacobson’s neck, who dropped his axe and fell to his knees from immediate lack of oxygen.

Carlson gasped as Jacobson fell, and he leaped to his feet, charging into Jacobson to push him out of the way, only for Jacobson’s suffocation to transfer to him instead. Carlson fell backwards and grasped at his neck, though free of constriction he could not bring himself to inhale. As Reapers binds were destroyed, Jacobson fell backwards, gasping for breath as does a fish out of water.

Reaper limped over to both of the soldiers, and held his scythe firmly. He looked between the two, and then walked to Jacobson, who he proceeded to lift from the ground and hold him at eye level with.

Though unable to see the Reaper’s face, Jacobson could feel his smirk as a blue glow surrounded Reaper’s hand and Jacobson’s neck. As the glow intensified, Jacobson screamed in pain, but Reaper straightened as his wounds disappeared. Reaper dropped Jacobson, who fell to the ground clenching at his non-existent injuries. Reaper, however laughed as he wiped the blood from his robes.

As Carlson’s vision faded and his attempts at breathing faltered, Reaper walked away. He walked to the shoreline, and spoke in a language neither of the dying could understand, and he disappeared in a purple swirl.

End of Chapter Seven. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

05-Dec-2009 06:47:21 - Last edited on 15-Aug-2010 06:41:24 by Sirapyro

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Chapter Eight
The Big City

Ryan was greeted by smog and immense chatter as his cart rolled into New Roy. He stepped out, and stretched; exhausted from the long journey. He let his gaze go to either side, as he took in the feel of the city life. Half tempted to just leap into the crowd and bask in the adrenaline. Good sense won out, though.

Pushing, and forcing, his way through the crowded streets, Ryan made way to the South-Western edge of the city, where the most highly rated hotel in the Country stood: The Rallet Inn. Ryan had no idea how the inn obtained its name, or why it was called that. All he knew that it had cheap prices, and great service. It would be the absolute perfect place to stay for a few days. As Ryan neared the inn, an armored man collided arms with him. Ryan had to grip his shoulder because of a light pain, but the other man kept moving; creepily focused on something. Ryan scowled it off, and continued into the Inn.

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Drawn by a Rinu–a native, bull-like animal, to Kondrania–The Sergeant traveled to the far North-West corner of Hera. He allowed a soldier whom he had brought with him control over the wagon, and he turned around and rode in another direction. The Sergeant walked forward towards the Ocean, where the land made a nearly ninety degree turn. It was here that the three primary Countries of Kondrania met. A landmark in itself, and for ages fought over. Akarv’s dictator had wanted a half a mile area added to Hera from both Yoren and Tedre as to claim the landmark for the country of Hera. The leaders of the other two countries, however, were not as keen on the idea.

The Sergeant turned his back to the ocean, and walked North-East, where a cart-station stood. The cart led from the South-West corner of Yoren to the South-West corner of New Roy, the capital. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

05-Dec-2009 06:47:22 - Last edited on 11-Nov-2010 04:47:03 by Sirapyro

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The Sergeant’s cart entered the city, and he leaped off of it before he reached the station. He did not wish to be trapped in a crowd of city-folk, as his ego held him in a higher moral position than any of them.

He was unable to completely avoid the crowds, though, as every square-inch of the city always had some sort of life-form occupying it. After angrily passing several commoners to the city, The Sergeant clashed shoulders with one of them. However high his rage was at that point failed to control him, and he walked on without looking back, ignorant to how close he had been.

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Ryan rolled the ring he found back in Thieves Camp in his fingers, baffled to not only its appearance in the brush, but it’s traits. It was a deep green shade, with an expertly crafted form. Obviously an emerald made by a rather skilled craftsman, but the gem had no weight. He was not as intrigued by the ring, as he was intrigued at himself for keeping it. Emerald rings were near worthless, and held no lasting value. Still, though, he held onto it. He stared at it for another three minutes, before slipping it onto his finger.

He stood up, and looked around the room he had been given. He had checked into the inn a half hour earlier, and deposited the few things he had into their respectful places within the room. Grabbing some of the coins he had with him, he left the room, locked it, and went down to the bar downstairs.

He wordlessly handed the woman behind the counter of the bar a few coins, and she turned around, filling the glass she had been cleaning with the foaming, alcoholic liquid. Ryan smiled briefly as he took the drink from the barmaid, and walked back towards the stairs. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

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For as popular an inn this place was, it was utterly abandoned. There were two other occupants at the moment, or at least that is what Ryan was told. The Inn was also only a few blocks away from the New Roy Western Bank, which was the most frequented bank in the Country. Ryan shook his head, shoving his idiotic thoughts of theft out of his head. He took a large gulp from his drink, and commenced to walk upstairs.

“Strong...” Ryan muttered as he wobbled up the stairs, feeling slightly lightheaded from his one sip. He walked into his room, and sat on his bed. He took another, smaller, gulp from his glass and set it in a dresser that bordered the bed.

He laid back on the bed, and his eyes drifted over towards where he stored his clothes. His gaze caught sight of the sleeve of his disguise, which he had secretly stored in his bag. He forced himself up and walked over to the dresser, pulling the black shirt out of the dresser. He looked back in, and pulled the pants out as well. He looked between the clothes, and sighed. “Meh...” He groaned, and he commenced to change into the black-cloth. After he was dressed in his black top, bottom, and boots, he slipped the complimentary “Do not disturb” sign onto the door, and walked to the window.

Ryan had always been good at landing, and he had no concern about the second story drop from which this window would take him. He secured his knife to the built-in belt of his pants, and pulled his hood over his head. He let his legs go out the window first, followed by the rest of himself. He arched his back backwards, then whipped it forward as he reached the ground, landing on both feet and one of his fists. He looked up through the shade of his hood, and bolted forward through the back-alleys of New Roy, towards the bank.

Night fell, and Ryan drew near the bank; his instincts driving him. He reached the bank, and stood against the back wall, listening to the chatter within.

There was much. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

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Even with his judgment frayed from the alcohol, Ryan knew that simply rushing in would get himself either caught, or killed. No, he needed something that would render him unseen. Something that would shock the bank long enough for him to “take it and break it”.

Ryan peeked his head through the window in the back, and examined the inside of the bank. It was half-packed with citizens of the city trying to deposit or withdraw money from their accounts. On the left wall was a lone candle; the sole light source for the entire bank. He could faintly make out an extinguished candle on the opposite side of the room.

A scheme formulating in his head, Ryan knelt to the ground and rubbed his hands over the ground, feeling for a rock or another object of relative density. Eventually he felt something on the ground. It felt like a ring of some kind. “My lucky day” he snickered, his voice half slurred.

He turned towards the window, and closed his left eye. He rolled the ring around in his hand, and enclosed it in his fist. He reeled his arm back, and turned his body towards the candle. He took a deep breath, and shut his other eye. He hurled his arm forward, releasing the ring at the last second. It flew through the air, crashing through the glass without pause. It followed through its trajectory, and struck the hanging candle hard, knocking it to the ground.

The flame of the candle extinguished upon hitting the ground, and the occupants of the bank erupted into screams of terror. Ryan raced around the walls of the bank, throwing himself through the door. He shoved past the occupants hastily, and smashed the window of the nearest Bank Stall.

Barely able to make out the petrified banker behind the stall, Ryan grabbed them by the collar and yelled: “Give me the money, now!*

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05-Dec-2009 06:47:32 - Last edited on 30-May-2010 05:14:16 by Sirapyro

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Glimpses of light shone over the horizon, as curious spectators gathered around the Western New Roy Bank, which had been blocked off for investigation. The New Roy national Guard set up road blocks to keep people out of the way of the investigators, and occasionally had to force a spectator back.

The Sergeant approached the barricades, and passed without interruption. He was approached by one of The New Roy Guard, who walked by his side towards the bank.

“It is good to have you on this case, Sergeant.” The Guard greeted the Sergeant, talking in a very respective voice.

“Save your breath. I am here on a personal level” The Sergeant retorted, his voice telling the Guard he was to follow him no further.

The Sergeant entered the bank, and examined what had been done. The center bank stall had smashed in glass, and had traces of blood on the shards.

Disregarding the booth as he could extract not much from it, he turned his gaze towards where the candle had been knocked off of its stand. After only a quick search, he caught glimpse of gold, covered by the fallen candle. He moved the stick of max, and discovered an emerald ring under it. He had no doubt that this is what was used to knock the candle off.

He grabbed the ring, and lifted it, shocked as it was much lighter than he had expected. From how the weight was distributed, it would be impossible to tell there was a gem without looking.

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Ryan’s eyes broke through the crust that held them shut, and he sat up slowly. Though his hangover was mild, he definitely had a headache. He vividly remembered what he had done the previous night, but he could not remember why.

After he had gotten away with what he later determined to be fifty-thousand gold coins and a few other random objects, he had returned to his Hotel. He ascended the wall through his window, and quickly hid his uniform and stolen items in his backpack. That is when he got into bed, falling asleep instantly. Join The Questing Clan of RuneScape! !

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