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By WG_Keanu on 25/11/2010
The depths of the night were long past, and the soft, blue glow of early morning could be seen on the horizon through the mist. It was late into November, and the winter frosts clothed the barren trees of the Wilderness - ghostly figures standing silently upon the landscape, sparkling in the moonlight.
DHS's golden cape draped loosely as he trudged across the cold, hard earth. His path was illuminated by the glow of the trails of lava to his left. To his right stood the ridge of the north. It loomed over him, its rocky face glaring down like some massive, forsaken beast. He sighed. The ridge would obscure his view of not only the north, but limit his vision to the west. He needed to be on height. Slowly, he averted his course and began his ascent of the slope.
Climbing onto the ridge's peak, he looked at his surroundings. Apart from some boulders and the remains of a long-dead tree, the path was clear east. Through the valley afar he could see the mountains, and the Runite mine crawling with venonmous spiders. The ore inside the rocks glowed a bluish hue from where the streams of lava branched slightly north. But there was someone else there - a shadowy figure whom DHS could not make out. He gripped his sword, and prepared for battle.
DHS raced down the ridge's slope and into the valley, losing sight of his adversary. As he climbed the slope of the mountain, he dressed himself in the magical robes he had taken with him. Reaching the top, he summoned the magical spell and cast a bind down into the mine towards the shadow without a moment's hesitation. He quickly changed to his Rune armour and charged down the mountainside.
As DHS reached the mine, he recognised his foe. His name was Ukinamet - a renowned PKer in the deep west of the Wilderness. He was only one hundred and five - six levels below DHS, but his deadly strength with a bow was at it's best. It was clear Ukinamet had been at the mine for quite some time, waiting to pray on the defenceless that dared venture in search of the rare Runite ore.
DHS's Rune sword cut through Ukinamet's meagre body armour of Dragonhide. For the first time, he had taken the sword rather than a scimitar - for a powerful blow rather than speed. Ukinamet retaliated immediately - swinging his bow into action. A ranged level of 99 powered the adamant-tipped arrows as they powered into DHS's kite-shaped shield of Rune, while the razor-sharp blade of his sword slashed wildly at the green body of dragon scales.
The fight raged on. DHS had brought anchovy-topped pizzas to serve his health, although his magical runes and robes limited their stock. He made use of the potion he had bought from the Varrock apothecary to increase his strength, and fought with all his might. He called out to Saradomin for aid, and felt the strength of his muscles grow and his skin harden to the blows. Ukinamet did the same - calling to Zamorak for guidance.
As DHS's stock of food began to reach halfway, Ukinamet dropped his bow and took out a battleaxe of Rune from his satchel. He delivered a powerful blow, the axe cleaving through DHS's Rune plate and clean through his shoulder. As DHS knelt to heal himself. Ukinamet suddenly grabbed his bow and ran past DHS to the East and up the ridge. DHS was badly injured, but he knew he had a code of honour to uphold. He scrambled to his feet and followed. But Ukinamet was long ahead of him, and DHS could not catch up. They had left the ridge and were racing across open plain towards the Spider Mountain. DHS quickly put on his magic robes and cast a bind spell towards his fleeing foe.
But then Ukinamet turned around towards him and in an instant fired a single shot from his bow - slicing through the soft fabric of DHS's robes and into his side. DHS felt at least two ribs crack, and he stopped, gasping from the impact as blood stained his robes. But the bind had hit, and a thick root sprung from beneath Ukinamet's feet. It wrapped itself tightly around the ranger's body, rendering him immobile.
DHS ripped the arrow from his body and threw on his Rune plate armour. He charged, swinging wildly at Ukinamet, who had almost freed himself from the vine's choking grip. Ukinamet began to run again, north around the mountain, but DHS was fast upon him - his blade slicing through Ukinamet's cape and digging through the Dragonhide. Blood spattered upon the ground.
They reached the fence, separating them from the deep. Ukinamet turned around again and fired another arrow, grazing DHS's side. DHS was healed reasonably, but to his horror, he found that only a fraction of a full pizza remained from his stock. And for the first time, Ukinamet spoke.
"Hah! I have four pizzas remaining!"
DHS knew this was the end, but he was going to fight to the death. He slashed wildly at Ukinamet, dealing blow after blow and deflecting arrow after arrow. Ukinamet took the damage heavily, and soon his stock was depleted completley as well. DHS had eaten his final fraction of pizza but he had gained the advantage. Ukinamet began to back down from his wounds, and was near death. He then fired one last shot at DHS, the arrow piercing through armour and flesh. DHS felt the pain of the arrow in his chest, bringing him down to only a quarter of his health. This would be his final blow.
So he needed to make it count. Dropping his sword, he reach into the case which hung at his side and withdrew a powerful, heavy two-handed sword of Rune. Without hesitation he swung it high over his head and brought it straight down upon Ukinamet. It cleaved clean through the helmet, and DHS was covered in a shower of blood. Ukinamet fell to his knees, and collapsed upon the ground. His body faded away, leaving a pile of armour and arrows at DHS's feet.
Blood pouring from his wounds, DHS picked up the valuable loot and placed it in his case, when suddenly he heard the twang of a bow. He looked up towards the mountain and saw an adamant arrow screaming down towards him. This was someone else. He ducked just in time, but did not look up again. He was in no condition to fight, and raced south as fast as his legs would carry him. The ranger followed.
Past the Isle of dragons they fled, DHS's heavy armour weighing him down and the ranger sending deadly arrows flying towards him, missing him by inches. As they reached the grass-covered hills north of the volcano, one arrow finally hit home. It pierced through DHS's weakened armour and into his back. DHS would have screamed from the pain, but his mouth had filled with blood. He kept running, as it was the only thing he could do.
The next one hit him in the leg. He collapsed by the pond between the two hills, blood staining the grass around him. His vision blurred, and his energy was gone. Pain screamed all through his body, and he knew he could not survive another hit. He turned his head back towards the north and saw the ranger atop the hill. He fitted an arrow to his bow, drew back the string and took aim...
And out of nowhere, a giant covered in moss appeared by the ranger's side. It swung it's wooden club wildly, catching the ranger off-guard and throwing him to the side. He got up and looked back towards DHS lying helplessly. But the giant's club came down on him again, and he could not finish the battle. DHS sighed with relief - he was safe. He closed his eyes as otherworldly forces took him away from the land.
Passing through another dimension, DHS found himself awakening in the same place he had left, but with the ranger nowhere in sight. He was still in agony, but the pain had subsided. He would live. Sitting upright, he opened his case to study his loot. He wiped the blood off Ukinamet's battleaxe, as well as a Rune-forged dagger and a pile of adamant arrows. They would sell for a good price.
Slowly getting to his feet, DHS took out a magical staff from his case and put away the two-handed sword he held. Using the staff as a walking stick, he began to limp south, towards the camp at the base of the volcano.
A few hours later, DHS was back on his feet, fully healed and with a new stock of food. He had returned to his original world, and headed back to the Runite mine. Coming across the ridge, he stopped and looked down past the valley. The mine was empty - not just of people, but the rocks had been drained of ores. He smiled. Indeed, someone had come to mine, and he was glad that they had not fallen victim to Ukinamet. DHS looked down at the weapon in his right hand. He had sold the battleaxe and the arrows in trade for a scimitar of Rune. It felt light and fast, but more importantly, well-earned. He turned his back to the mine and set off east across the ridge, continuing his journey through the Wilderness.
True story.
DHS's golden cape draped loosely as he trudged across the cold, hard earth. His path was illuminated by the glow of the trails of lava to his left. To his right stood the ridge of the north. It loomed over him, its rocky face glaring down like some massive, forsaken beast. He sighed. The ridge would obscure his view of not only the north, but limit his vision to the west. He needed to be on height. Slowly, he averted his course and began his ascent of the slope.
Climbing onto the ridge's peak, he looked at his surroundings. Apart from some boulders and the remains of a long-dead tree, the path was clear east. Through the valley afar he could see the mountains, and the Runite mine crawling with venonmous spiders. The ore inside the rocks glowed a bluish hue from where the streams of lava branched slightly north. But there was someone else there - a shadowy figure whom DHS could not make out. He gripped his sword, and prepared for battle.
DHS raced down the ridge's slope and into the valley, losing sight of his adversary. As he climbed the slope of the mountain, he dressed himself in the magical robes he had taken with him. Reaching the top, he summoned the magical spell and cast a bind down into the mine towards the shadow without a moment's hesitation. He quickly changed to his Rune armour and charged down the mountainside.
As DHS reached the mine, he recognised his foe. His name was Ukinamet - a renowned PKer in the deep west of the Wilderness. He was only one hundred and five - six levels below DHS, but his deadly strength with a bow was at it's best. It was clear Ukinamet had been at the mine for quite some time, waiting to pray on the defenceless that dared venture in search of the rare Runite ore.
DHS's Rune sword cut through Ukinamet's meagre body armour of Dragonhide. For the first time, he had taken the sword rather than a scimitar - for a powerful blow rather than speed. Ukinamet retaliated immediately - swinging his bow into action. A ranged level of 99 powered the adamant-tipped arrows as they powered into DHS's kite-shaped shield of Rune, while the razor-sharp blade of his sword slashed wildly at the green body of dragon scales.
The fight raged on. DHS had brought anchovy-topped pizzas to serve his health, although his magical runes and robes limited their stock. He made use of the potion he had bought from the Varrock apothecary to increase his strength, and fought with all his might. He called out to Saradomin for aid, and felt the strength of his muscles grow and his skin harden to the blows. Ukinamet did the same - calling to Zamorak for guidance.
As DHS's stock of food began to reach halfway, Ukinamet dropped his bow and took out a battleaxe of Rune from his satchel. He delivered a powerful blow, the axe cleaving through DHS's Rune plate and clean through his shoulder. As DHS knelt to heal himself. Ukinamet suddenly grabbed his bow and ran past DHS to the East and up the ridge. DHS was badly injured, but he knew he had a code of honour to uphold. He scrambled to his feet and followed. But Ukinamet was long ahead of him, and DHS could not catch up. They had left the ridge and were racing across open plain towards the Spider Mountain. DHS quickly put on his magic robes and cast a bind spell towards his fleeing foe.
But then Ukinamet turned around towards him and in an instant fired a single shot from his bow - slicing through the soft fabric of DHS's robes and into his side. DHS felt at least two ribs crack, and he stopped, gasping from the impact as blood stained his robes. But the bind had hit, and a thick root sprung from beneath Ukinamet's feet. It wrapped itself tightly around the ranger's body, rendering him immobile.
DHS ripped the arrow from his body and threw on his Rune plate armour. He charged, swinging wildly at Ukinamet, who had almost freed himself from the vine's choking grip. Ukinamet began to run again, north around the mountain, but DHS was fast upon him - his blade slicing through Ukinamet's cape and digging through the Dragonhide. Blood spattered upon the ground.
They reached the fence, separating them from the deep. Ukinamet turned around again and fired another arrow, grazing DHS's side. DHS was healed reasonably, but to his horror, he found that only a fraction of a full pizza remained from his stock. And for the first time, Ukinamet spoke.
"Hah! I have four pizzas remaining!"
DHS knew this was the end, but he was going to fight to the death. He slashed wildly at Ukinamet, dealing blow after blow and deflecting arrow after arrow. Ukinamet took the damage heavily, and soon his stock was depleted completley as well. DHS had eaten his final fraction of pizza but he had gained the advantage. Ukinamet began to back down from his wounds, and was near death. He then fired one last shot at DHS, the arrow piercing through armour and flesh. DHS felt the pain of the arrow in his chest, bringing him down to only a quarter of his health. This would be his final blow.
So he needed to make it count. Dropping his sword, he reach into the case which hung at his side and withdrew a powerful, heavy two-handed sword of Rune. Without hesitation he swung it high over his head and brought it straight down upon Ukinamet. It cleaved clean through the helmet, and DHS was covered in a shower of blood. Ukinamet fell to his knees, and collapsed upon the ground. His body faded away, leaving a pile of armour and arrows at DHS's feet.
Blood pouring from his wounds, DHS picked up the valuable loot and placed it in his case, when suddenly he heard the twang of a bow. He looked up towards the mountain and saw an adamant arrow screaming down towards him. This was someone else. He ducked just in time, but did not look up again. He was in no condition to fight, and raced south as fast as his legs would carry him. The ranger followed.
Past the Isle of dragons they fled, DHS's heavy armour weighing him down and the ranger sending deadly arrows flying towards him, missing him by inches. As they reached the grass-covered hills north of the volcano, one arrow finally hit home. It pierced through DHS's weakened armour and into his back. DHS would have screamed from the pain, but his mouth had filled with blood. He kept running, as it was the only thing he could do.
The next one hit him in the leg. He collapsed by the pond between the two hills, blood staining the grass around him. His vision blurred, and his energy was gone. Pain screamed all through his body, and he knew he could not survive another hit. He turned his head back towards the north and saw the ranger atop the hill. He fitted an arrow to his bow, drew back the string and took aim...
And out of nowhere, a giant covered in moss appeared by the ranger's side. It swung it's wooden club wildly, catching the ranger off-guard and throwing him to the side. He got up and looked back towards DHS lying helplessly. But the giant's club came down on him again, and he could not finish the battle. DHS sighed with relief - he was safe. He closed his eyes as otherworldly forces took him away from the land.
Passing through another dimension, DHS found himself awakening in the same place he had left, but with the ranger nowhere in sight. He was still in agony, but the pain had subsided. He would live. Sitting upright, he opened his case to study his loot. He wiped the blood off Ukinamet's battleaxe, as well as a Rune-forged dagger and a pile of adamant arrows. They would sell for a good price.
Slowly getting to his feet, DHS took out a magical staff from his case and put away the two-handed sword he held. Using the staff as a walking stick, he began to limp south, towards the camp at the base of the volcano.
A few hours later, DHS was back on his feet, fully healed and with a new stock of food. He had returned to his original world, and headed back to the Runite mine. Coming across the ridge, he stopped and looked down past the valley. The mine was empty - not just of people, but the rocks had been drained of ores. He smiled. Indeed, someone had come to mine, and he was glad that they had not fallen victim to Ukinamet. DHS looked down at the weapon in his right hand. He had sold the battleaxe and the arrows in trade for a scimitar of Rune. It felt light and fast, but more importantly, well-earned. He turned his back to the mine and set off east across the ridge, continuing his journey through the Wilderness.
True story.
By His_Lordship on 25/11/2010
The shadows of twilight were receding, and the soft, sapphire glow of morning began to colour the horizon through the mists. The November moon was waxing, and the winter frosts clothed the barren trees of the Wilderness - ghostly figures standing silently upon the landscape, sparkling in the moon's radiant glow.
DHS's golden cape draped loosely as he trudged across the cold, hard earth. To his left, molten rock emanated with a warm amber glow from a shallow ravine, a scar in the earth. To his right stood the great ridge of the north. It loomed over him, its rocky face glaring down like some massive, forsaken beast. A small sigh escaped him, breaking the imperfect silence. The ridge would obscure his view of not only the north... and also the west. Averting his course, he scaled the unforgiving slope to its peak, where he may stand sentinel over the barren surrounds.
Apart from some boulders and the remains of a long-dead tree, the path was clear east. Through the valley afar he could see the mountains, and the coveted runite mine, crawling with blood-red spiders. The ore glowed a bluish hue from where the streams of scorching lava branched slightly north. There was someone else there - a figure, cast in shadow, whom DHS could not make out. He gripped his sword, and prepared for battle.
DHS raced down the ridge's slope and into the valley, losing sight of his adversary. The magic inside him was weak; his armour was draining its essence. Shedding it in his stride, he could feel the power of the runes returning to him as his magic robes fell over his torso and legs.
Nearing his unknown adversary, DHS released his magic runes and bound the figure to the earth. The magic had worked. He needed his armour once more. The battle was to begin.
Reaching the rune rocks, he recognised his foe. His name was Ukinamet - a renowned killer in the deep west of the Wilderness. He was ranked at a combat skill of one hundred and five - six below DHS. Nonetheless, his skill with a bow was without superior. Ukinamet had been at the mine for quite some time, waiting no doubt to kill any miner who dared covet the prized ore.
With a single blow of his rune-forged sword, DHS tore through his foe's dragonhide armour. For the first time, he had taken the sword rather than a scimitar - for a powerful blow rather than speed. Ukinamet retaliated immediately - swinging his bow into action. A ranged level of 99 powered the adamant-tipped arrows as they powered into DHS's kite-shaped shield of Rune, while the razor-sharp blade of his sword slashed wildly at the green body of dragon scales.
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Sorry, no time to do the rest lol.
But it's a really nice story.
I love your style.
DHS's golden cape draped loosely as he trudged across the cold, hard earth. To his left, molten rock emanated with a warm amber glow from a shallow ravine, a scar in the earth. To his right stood the great ridge of the north. It loomed over him, its rocky face glaring down like some massive, forsaken beast. A small sigh escaped him, breaking the imperfect silence. The ridge would obscure his view of not only the north... and also the west. Averting his course, he scaled the unforgiving slope to its peak, where he may stand sentinel over the barren surrounds.
Apart from some boulders and the remains of a long-dead tree, the path was clear east. Through the valley afar he could see the mountains, and the coveted runite mine, crawling with blood-red spiders. The ore glowed a bluish hue from where the streams of scorching lava branched slightly north. There was someone else there - a figure, cast in shadow, whom DHS could not make out. He gripped his sword, and prepared for battle.
DHS raced down the ridge's slope and into the valley, losing sight of his adversary. The magic inside him was weak; his armour was draining its essence. Shedding it in his stride, he could feel the power of the runes returning to him as his magic robes fell over his torso and legs.
Nearing his unknown adversary, DHS released his magic runes and bound the figure to the earth. The magic had worked. He needed his armour once more. The battle was to begin.
Reaching the rune rocks, he recognised his foe. His name was Ukinamet - a renowned killer in the deep west of the Wilderness. He was ranked at a combat skill of one hundred and five - six below DHS. Nonetheless, his skill with a bow was without superior. Ukinamet had been at the mine for quite some time, waiting no doubt to kill any miner who dared covet the prized ore.
With a single blow of his rune-forged sword, DHS tore through his foe's dragonhide armour. For the first time, he had taken the sword rather than a scimitar - for a powerful blow rather than speed. Ukinamet retaliated immediately - swinging his bow into action. A ranged level of 99 powered the adamant-tipped arrows as they powered into DHS's kite-shaped shield of Rune, while the razor-sharp blade of his sword slashed wildly at the green body of dragon scales.
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Sorry, no time to do the rest lol.
But it's a really nice story.
I love your style.
By VEPHYSAURAS on 26/11/2010
Dear god.
By Supra Beau on 26/11/2010
FML?
*discreetly flops penis out*
OH p.s And hopes for the best
*discreetly flops penis out*
OH p.s And hopes for the best
By Zemus3654 on 26/11/2010
KOOL STORY BRO
By Jayson on 26/11/2010
tl;dr
pretty much understood as: HAY I KILLED A NOOB LEVEL 105 LOLZ
cool story joe
pretty much understood as: HAY I KILLED A NOOB LEVEL 105 LOLZ
cool story joe
By Mickey on 26/11/2010
Too. Much. Time.
By Kyle on 26/11/2010
>Your face when you realize DHS stands for Department of Homeland Security.
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