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Intro:
This story takes place in runescape as far as the setting is concerned, but of course more
real as far as the people will go. Current latest gossip among the bars and townsfolk
is the strange disappearance of people heading off to slay dragons on crandor involving
anti-fire shields washing up on shore with gaping holes through them.

Rumors from the royal guards in falador say smoke has been seen rising from crandor.
Worse yet is the demons who once inhabited the cave left leaving a wake of destruction
on karamja island as told by the inhabitants that escaped and must now rebuild.

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Rules are the standard ones for most roleplays
eg. no godplaying, cheating, knowing things impossible to know from people's bio's
(think that covers it all)

races I'd also say stick somewhat within what RS has to keep it reasonable.

Leave your descriptions and whatnot and we'll see where things go from there.

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my character

Zemdi McSevern - ( ZmDI Mk7 )

Race: Appears / treated as human - mechanical doll
gender: female build

appearance: Rather short at 1.55 meters (5.08 ft) with a slender build. She has grayish eyes
and white hair and dark skin. She is often seen in the town wearing a brown uniform with
light gold trim, a red cap, and a backpack. As far as weapons go she visibly carries a modified
scythe and a shortsword. One weapon she keeps well hidden is a compact magicite gun.

Bio: Built by a talented alchemist and inventor, Zemdi has been sent to the kingdoms to scout.
She carries a metal-bound notebook inwhich she takes notes in. She is very agreeable in nature
and will do anything to make her master proud of her.

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and so it starts...
The story begins in Falador's bar where this is all the latest news where the barkeep
is showing off the wrecked shield he recently aquired. He brags loudly about how much
he had to pay for it to get it from a royal guard and points out the cleanly cut holes as big
as his finger through the shattered shield. He hangs it back on the mantle yelling out

"I'd like to see what happened to the poor kid that held this baby! I'd pay a kings ransom
if I could get some pieces of his armor, but that doesn't float now does it HAR HAR HAR"
some others ask about his offer, others ask about taking a boat there
"HA! the others that took my offer left by boat and never came back, might be the land
route... if it weren't for all them rumours about brimhaven bein burned to ashes by demons."

Zemdi is sitting at a table off in a corner, where she mixes some gray powder into her drink
while muttering something and writing in her notebook with the other hand. She had been
hit on by several guys that ended up leaving in frustration as she smiled and waved to them.

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OOC: Heh, a Runescape character with a gun? I guess this is where the "as far as characters go it's more like real life" area kicks in.

Anyway, about time you made one, so I may as well join.

Name: Kratos Aurion (anyone who knows that reference, shut up. At least I'll look different.)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Extremely light-skinned with platinum hair down to his waistline, put into a braided ponytail. He weilds green made robes (blue originally, but they were dyed) with a golden trim. However, under the robes, he sports green dragonleather. (He could wear better, but he likes green too much) He has a good, maple longbow and a nice supply of adamant arrows. However, those are strung on his back, as he holds in both his hands elemental staves. One of air, one of earth. His face is light and kind, but his emerald green eyes are as piercing as an eagle's.
Bio: A seasoned veteran in the world of Runescape, he chose to abandon the arts of melee and delved himself into magicery and archery. However, his true skills lie outside of combat. Kratos has been extremely famous for craftsmanship and other skills.
Other: He detests conflict, but has never hesisated to bring down an attacker. He's not had an interest in gaining money, though he's rich from payment when he helps people (even though he doesn't ask for payment.) He's always willing to talk and help people, but this usually leads to him putting himself into bad positions.

(I think I like this character... It's based off my Kikorishadow character in Runescape.)

Bic...

Kratos entered the pub and asked for one Wizard's Mind Bomb, as well as an Asgarian Ale. When he got his drinks, he turned to find a seat. After a few seconds, he chose the seat next to a young girl who was writing.
"Sorry, everywhere else is either full, or the people sitting down are too drunk to enjoy company with", Kratos said as he sat down.

EDIT: What the? I just made this post and gor re-directed to some error site that included about half the words in my above post, saying something about some not being alowed............ The eff????

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OOC: the gun is related to the storyline, may or maynot come into play
depending how things go.

Finishing the drawing of the room, she looks around.
"Oh? there are so many people" she smiles and continues "they all look so happy and having a lot of fun too"
still looking around the room she eventually sees Kratos and suddenly looks alarmed and says.
"When did you get here? it is fine to sit, everywhere else is full" and smiles
"... oh but I do not need a 'bee eff' if that is what you are after"

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Name: Mikelle Arthenon
Gender: Male
Appearance: Humanoid shape, about 4 inches taller then anyone else, deep black hair down to his shoulders. He wears tight black leather of unknown material, and while he only shows a sword, he is known for having various weapons and tools stored away in Saradomin knows where. Middle Eastern complexion, with a few scars from previous battles, and an odd brand on his right forearm of an I with three eyes down the middle.

BIO: Mikelle hails from the continent of Bokthrea, a land to the east of Runescape known for the deceptiveness of their people and the usefullness in battle. Mikelle was trained in the art of Ninja, showing great skill in a form known as Ninjistie, and while not altogether very strong, was extremely fast in his attacks.

BIC:
Mikelle stepped into the bar, scanning for any potential threats to escape. Well, there always was. He walked up to the bar, ordered the strongest drink he could legally get, and wandered over to Zemdi and sat down. "I don't care if you want me here, there's nowhere else to go," as he began to guzzle down the drink.

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Kratos sat down and took a good drink of his Wizard's Mind Bomb. It tasted sweeter than usual. He turned his head to watch a nervous-looking man in black leather sit down, then resumed drinking. He noticed the girl's very detailed drawing... in fact, it was almost perfect.
"Well, I'm not sure about asking to be a "bee eff", but I will ask this. Where did you learn to draw so good?"

OOC: Znath, for the record, when you go back into your character to role-play, type BIC. Saves a little confusion.

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Closing her notebook and sticking the pen in her pocket she replies.
"My master, everything I know is from him.." pausing for a short time "or rather he taught me everything I mean to say. He is much like a father to me, I am making the pictures for him to make him proud of me"

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OOC: Because Amnesia doesn't seem to be going anywhere, eh Kikori?

Name: Soren Akamos

Gender: Male

Appearance: Fairly tall at around six feet. His hair is messy and stark white, his eyes hazel. Soren's skin is lightly tanned from being outside most of the time. He wears a deep red, hooded cloak over a faded black shirt and pants. He wears heavy boots, that buckle tightly so they don't slip. His only weapons are a pair of forearm-length daggers, sheathed and hooked onto a belt that hangs loosely around his waist.

Bio: An orphan, supposedly abandoned by his parents. Unfortunately for him, his many guardians never knew much themselves. He had been brought up as a child in Varrock, but eventually began to travel on his own. He had visited lush forests and harsh deserts by a fairly early age to many. And now, after visiting still living guardians in Varrock, he had decided to come to Falador to see what else he could learn.

BIC: "No, no!" Soren quickly walked over the the small table, "Please, don't close your notebook just yet! I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying moments ago. And since I didn't realize there were any other artists in the area. . .I would love to see your work."

Soren held his hands out, smiling cheerfully.

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Looking somewhat confused she looks up to him and says "Art?.. OH you mean my drawings, well if you really want to see them then" She hands him the metal-bound notebook, inside revealing a series of floorplans and sketches of buildings in and around the kingdom. "My master wants to move to this area, I think, and build something so he wants to see the architecture" she turns some pages to one of the exterior of the castle "I would love to do the inside of it, but the guards will not let anyone in right now with all the rumours going, the only people allowed in are often people being hired to go to the island"

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"Ha! Architectural drawings are still artwork." Soren took in the details of the pages, absorbing them with wonder, "They are very well done, I must say. I can't believe how fine these lines are. . .perfect. They must have taken some time, especially if you had to use some sort of measuring device or straight-edged tool."

Soren sat down, laying the notebook on the table.

"I hope you won't consider me rude for sitting or even bothering to talk to you all, but perhaps. . .we could get inside. We wouldn't even have to risk our lives by looking for a job on the island."

There was a twinkle in Soren's eye, possibilities rushing through his mind.

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This was probably the better time for Kratos to re-enter the conversation.
"Well, it just so happens..." He pulled out a collection of runes from a pouch hanging from his belt. He laid down 3 law runes, 3 water runes, and 9 air runes. "These runes can get us into wherever we want in this city, assuming you both let me teleport you. Five years of training... I'd almost be embarrassed if I couldn't work magic well after this point."
Raine may have said those words too loud, because he was getting quite a few stares.

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"Is that really possible? Your offer sounds very good, but surely there would be guards in the castle. And I do not want to put any of you in danger just so that I can get a look around." She looks out the window to the castle and continues "It looks so nice from the outside, and I would greatly like to see it. If you are still willing, what is your plan."

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"Heh. . .teleportation is a perfect way into the castle." Soren whispered, noticing the shifty eyes around them.

"If I can find a few young, willing fighters. . .I think I can convince them to "train" inside the castle courtyard. That would create enough of a diversion for us to teleport and have a look around."

Soren asked a passing waitress for a simple ale. Then he looked back at the others, waiting for a response.

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Kratos almost laughed. "It sounds like a good plan, but i'd prefer that be the backup. More than once I have helped some of the castle workers when they weren't in the castle, and they insisted on returning the favor sometime. This might be a time to use those favors, if we're lucky enough to run into them after teleporting."
Kratos watched as the barmaid set the ale on the table. He took three coins from his pocket and paid the woman, wondering what his new aquaintances' responses were going to be. While waiting he downed the rest of his Asgarian Ale. The Mind Bomb would prove more useful if he waited for their response.

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At this, Mikelle looked up from his drink and asked, "What, nothing for me to come with? Espionage and sneaking around are something that I am a specialist of."

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"This is very fortunate, I'm glad to have been lucky enough to find you then. I had almost given up hope otherwise. I will leave the planning to you Kratos , if I was much good at doing that sort of thing then I would myself" Looking to Mikelle she continues "If there is some way you are skilled please let us know I would be happy to have your help. I am not sure how I can pay all of you for this though. I will have to see the bank later as to whether my master sent me more funds"

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"Pay? No, there's no need to pay me. I'm only in this for experience. Having had so many parental figures, I learned a lot, and so I'm just traveling about."

Soren took his glass and downed the rest of the drink.

"Besides, I can't just sit here and not help someone that needs it!"

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After being told all of this, Mikelle lifted up her book for her to see. "Is this your's? I did take it from your bag in the first place," he asked her, "as for skills, I've been trained to kill without being seen, and there's more tricks up my sleeves then probably all of your's put together."

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Zemdi looks in amazement replying "That was most interesting just like a magic trick. I suppose you would not even need to teleport inside. You could help keep the guards distracted so I can see the whole place. I would rather not bring harm to the people there if you can avoid it though." She puts the notebook away and then opens the pocket next to it and puts a small box inside the pack and says "I would be carefull reaching into this bag though, I also keep chemicals for my alchemical work in here as well"

After a short pause, she continues "I think also the best course to take would be to use the teleport to the armory, then sealing it so as to slow down any persuit in a worst case scenario. Then we would move up to each floor and then lastly back down to the prison on the bottom floor and exit. If there is anything we need to add I am open for any suggestions."

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"Alright, I'll get in myself," Mikelle responded, "under one condition: anything I find of value goes to me. And don't be suprised to see a few dead people stuffed in closets and such." At this, he pulled out of his pockets a broken down gun, put it together, and started to load it with slugs that looked like shotgun shells. "And don't worry, this thing is more silent then I was stealing your book, and don't worry about what's in your bag, honey. I know if something will kill me or not."

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OOC: Sheesh, this has gotten a little outside of the runescape I know... =^_^=

BIC...

Kratos snickered. "I'm all for helping you guys into the castle, but we're not after a bloodbath here. Let's try to keep deaths for a minimum..." Kratos eyed the gun in Mikelle's hands. "That might wind up making a little too much noise... But since you plan on serving as a distraction, I guess that will work."
Kratos nodded and picked up all of the runes he layed out. He also drew a few more... Some had light brown markings, and some were as green as grass. "Soren, Zemdi, just say whenever you are ready."

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