after lookin at the rs forums a bit, i decided dat there were some pretty cool rs stories. so, im startin a contest.

whoever wins get 10k, and the srory must b rs related. as i mentioned, a poll shall decide the winner. u have 2 weeks 2 come up wth a story, and u can use watever characters u like, even ask 4 pppl in clan. note: u must ask permission be4 using them.

gl wth it!

i was out pking one day kill 1000+ people and came back to varrock. ThE EnD


never know i could win with this.....

The Wizard’s Tale

Part 1

Their was a knock on the door, a faint, yet persistent knock which woke Sterrin, who slept at the Castle of Lumbridge. Why the hell would they wake me up now, thought Sterrin, it is far to early! The knock at the door still came, so Sterrin quickly put on his blue robe and answered the door.
It was a female servant, carrying an oval plate with an envelope on it.
“What is this?” asked Sterrin.
The servant bowed, “it is from a messenger, from the Wizard’s Tower.”
Sterrin scratched his black, yet graying beard. “Hmm, what would they require of me...” He quickly snatched the envelope. “Well, thank you, and good night.”
Before the servant could answer, the door was closed in her face. Sterrin grabbed his small bronze dagger to open the envelope. This dagger was strange, he could have swore he put the dagger in his bag, yet every few minutes it ended up back on the nightstand. He would put it back, yet again it would appear. But he had no time to think about something Andrew Gower did to help noobs make money! He had to read the letter, so he quickly, but carefully opened the letter.

It read:

Oh, Sterrin, how I indeed miss you! You have been gone from Wizards tower so long, and I can’t bear to go another day without you...

Whoa, thought Sterrin, who could this be? Maybe it was the server girl Tee-Pee, who had a strange, yet peculiar attraction about her. Or maybe it was his 4th wife Genoese, who took a job at the Wizard’s tower as a maid. He couldn’t wait to read what was next!

...I, Traiborn, has some good news concerning the both of us! It will change both of our lives forever...

Oh no, Traiborn is pregnant, but how? Could Traiborn be a woman in disguise?(magic can do that you know). Or possibly Sterrin was the woman, and Traiborn put a spell on Sterrin to change his gender, but make Sterrin not notice it. Or maybe it wasn’t sexual at all, so he decided to read on.

...you and I have been hand selected to represent the Wizard’s Tower at the Royal Meetings of Runescape, located in Varrock. Please bring all your runes, for we are going to have a special job, although I do not know what it is at the moment. Please be in Varrock by noon tomarrow.

Your friend,
Traiborn

Phew, thought Sterrin, Traiborn isn’t pregnant after all! Sterrin was very relieved. Well, he didn’t have many runes with him, only some mind, air, laws, fires, and a few water. It would have to do, because he had no time to get more runes, he would have to get to Varrock, and fast!
He quickly grabbed his bad of runes and his ordinary wizard staff. Oh, how Sterrin was so mad at that staff! It was given to him to use at wizards tower. They wouldn’t even give him even a half decent staff, but an air staff! It showed the wizards tower was poorer then a public school!
Running out the door, Sterrin realized something, it was 10 o’clock, only 2 hours until 12! He needed to find a way to get their fast, but how? He decided their was no way, but to run!
And run Sterrin did! He ran faster then a horse, swifter then a unicorn, and more graceful then, uh, a unicorn! He ran through the gates, through the noob infested city area of Lumbridge, and over the bridge which brought him to the outskirts of town. Suddenly, something happened. Sterrin could no longer run!
“Dam Jagex staff, why did you have to have an energy meter??? No matter, I will walk to Varrock, how hard can it be”?
Sterrin continued his journey, although a much slower pace, to the city of Varrock. Seeing the chicken coops less then 50 feet away, he knew he was on his way!
One hour later...

“Dam, I didn’t even reach the chicken coops yet!” shouted the enraged Sterrin, “Now what am I going to do? I have five minutes(don’t ask where I missed an hour) to reach Varrock, and I am so far away!”
A few children started laughing and giggling.
“What do YOU kids want?”
“We want you to do some magic!” one shouted.
“Yeah magic!” said another.
Sterrin pounded his staff on the road.
“No!”
“Then we are gonna get our daddy!”
“Yeah, he is the Duke of Lumbridge, he’ll put you in the dungeon until you rot like, something that rots a lot!”
“Ok ok,” Sterrin said, “I’ll do some magic. Now, lets see, I got some fire runes, some air runes, and some law runes...Dam, why didn’t I think of it before?”
“Think of what?” asked one of the children.
Sterrin seemed to not hear them. He quickly situated his runes in a specific order, and suddenly turned into a ball and vanished
“Aww, that sucked!” said one of the children, “I wanted him to kill someone!”
“Yeah me too,” said the other, “but that’s why us children have maypoles. Come on, lets spin around some more!”
“Yeah!”

Part 2

The teleportation to Varrock went as well as a wizard of Sterrin’s ability could have hoped. He only lost his staff, which he didn’t mind too much since it sucked anyway. At least a noob would find it and go on to a better life with it. Wait, thought Sterrin, the noob will probably just fall for the alt+f4 scam and loose not only their staff, but all their cabbage as well.
But he had no time to think of his useless staff, he must get to Varrock Palace at once! He shoved his way through the crowd of merchants, who yelled strange things like, “Selling full rune, press 333 to buy!!!!!!!!!!”
“Press what?” yelled Sterrin, “where is the 333 that I press???”
The merchant gave a stern glare at Sterrin.
“You dam noob, press what your typing with! Jeez!”
Sterrin looked around, “What do you mean, press what I’m typing with? I’m talking to you, not typing! Where do you get these strange ideas?”
“Aww, shut the hell up! Its not funny man! Just, go away! You’re probably some 35 year old looser who doesn’t have anything better to do then annoy simple merchants!”
“Actually, I am in my late 50’s, but thanks for thinking I am in my 30’s! I take it as a real compliment.”
The merchant didn’t know what to say, because his favorite insult wasn’t insulting to Sterrin at all! He decided to go to Falador, so he summoned the spell and teleported there.
“Whoa! If a simple merchant can teleport, I must not be as powerful as I suspected!”
Sterrin pondered the matter few a few more moments, then continued to the palace. It was just a short walk away, through the old, wearing gates of the outside wall, and through the courtyard, where he say guards fighting what looked like knights!
“Invaders, ahhhh! I must use my magical powers to save the castle from destruction!”
The “invaders” looked at Sterrin and laughed.
“May you laugh no more, for I’m summoning a spell that will put you to your misery! Wind strike, away”
The masterful wizardry of Sterrin was apparent this day, for in a matter of moments, a great white ball was formed in Sterrin’s hands, with Sterrin himself in aw of his own abilities. His prey was just staring at Sterrin, not sure what to think.
Sterrin seemed not to notice, for his wind strike was ready, aimed at his first victim.
“Wind strike, away!”
But suddenly, the two children Sterrin met before stepped in front of the wind strike, and were engulfed in its fury. It was the same wind strike Sterrin wished to use to tear the flesh and bone out of the invaders.
“You killed the children!” an “invader” shouted, “how dare you?” another shouted.
“Oh no, I didn’t mean to...”
“Ha!” it was the girl, “A wizard of your “abilities” couldn’t hurt a fly! I know some level 3’s that can do better then that!”
“Yeah!” shouted the boy, “We didn’t even get hurt! Come on, lets go back on the maypole!”
“Yeah the maypole!”
The two children skipped along down the path, and soon were out of sight.
Phew, thought Sterrin, that was close! Good thing he sucked at magic so he can’t hurt anyone.
So Sterrin, conjurer of the mighty Wind Strike, member of the famed wizard’s tower, and now, a harmless peasant, walked through the door and into the castle.
He was amazed at the castle’s beauty, but he had no time to looked at some computer generated castle, he must find Traiborn and the rest of whoever he was supposed to meet! He made his way up a set of stairs to find a guard watching over a door.
“Excuse me, kind guard,” Sterrin said, “I am Sterrin, wizard from the Wizard’s Tower. I was sent here by Traiborn for a matter of great importance! Would you know where he would be?”
The guard laughed, “Oh yes, they are expecting you downstairs, I will send a servant to show you the way.”
“Many thanks Sir Guard,” Sterrin said. The guard called for a servant, and told the servant to take Sterrin to where the others are waiting. Once downstairs, they passed a few other servants bringing dishes full of food into what seemed to be the main kitchen area. Once inside the kitchen area, Sterrin was greeted by Traiborn.
“It is about time my good friend!” shouted Traiborn, “It is so very good to see you fine and well! How was your trip?”
“Oh, as well as one could expect these days,” Sterrin answered, “so I’m curious, why are we here?”
“I didn’t tell you?” asked Traiborn.
“No, but I’m assuming it is for some matter of great importance! In the letter, you said we are to represent the Wizard’s Tower at the Royal Meeting of Runescape, so where is my seat?”
“Well, eh, our task doesn’t require us to have a chair,” Traiborn said, “we have a more important task at hand!”
“What could that be, master wizard?”
“We will be providing the entertainment,” Traiborn said, “We are going to have a magic show!”

So here ends the tale of Sterrin, the ill-fated conjuror of wind strike and the one wizard that could fool all. I hope this shows all that not everything is as it seems to be, and that at any moment, what you may see as a golden opportunity may turn out to be a magic show. And I hope this shows the life of a Wizard isn’t all fun and games(and pking), but one of great sacrifice and hardship. Most of all, I wanted you to enjoy this story, for their are few like it!

-ryanw4390

Last, don't even bother. Give sv 10k :lol:

i love it might as well give him the 10k now thats hard to beat.

i did c 1 spellin mistake.... lol and no editing! and u'd b surprised at wat i can come up with... i jus need 2 remember wen the dealine is (the 1 dat i posted, yet 4got)

I edited it before anyone saw it, so I thought it would be ok.

uhh...lol u jus let me kno dat u had 2. theres still 1 and u edited away another....

o yea and heres the first part of my story(noware near done, jus wanted 2 c wat u thought)

Prologue- Meeting at the Abyss
" This is inexcusable! All of my demons have been banished back into the abyss. The Jungle Demon on Ape Atoll, Delrith at the dark wizard's circle, the Black Demon in Gnome Stronghold, Chronozon in Edgeville, Even my elite three demons in Karamja. We must do something about this..." Koschei said, in a rather dignified voice.
" Uhh... Why don't we just all break free at once?" asked Chronozon, who wasn't exactly the brightest of demons.
" Because, we are all held in the abyss by a supernatural force, and few know how to counter it."
" I thought you knew how to counter it?" muttured Nezikchened, who actualy had a brain.
" But I do."
" Well? go on... I can't wait another moment to get out of this abyss," Nezikchened said, impatiently.
" I have just recieved an activated gem. With this gem i can talk to whomever i want," Koschei then punched a few buttons and a soft conversation could be heard, or at least half of it.
" Are you ready to carry out our plans?" There was a long pause, but finally Koschei said," Excellent. We are ready here at the abyss, just waiting on you to free us." Koschei then turned of his gem and announced," We shall be free! How I long for the fresh air, and the sweet taste of human blood." Immediatley after those words, all of the demons in the abyss, the weak imps who acted as servants to the other demons,the lesser demons, the greater demons, even the mighty demons who were sent on special missions began cheering, all in unison. Thus began the battle that would tear the world apart.

note: i realize that some stuff in part1 may be inappropriate, if so, i will edit out, shud some1 wish me2.


Part 1- A Disturbance in the Air.
Rathol had a good perch at the White Castle. He was at the highest tower, at could see all of Falador, and even parts of neighboring villages. He felt as if he could touch the sky, and never fall. He felt as if he was sitting with the gods, looking down on the tiny ants that were actually people far below. Rathol also had a different sensation, that of containment. He could see the world growing underneath his very eyes, yet he had no way of exploring it. How he longed for adventure. But, he couldn't have any, and as far as he was concerned he never would. But, fate had a different ideas for him.
Although Rathol had no physical adventures, he sure did have some emtional adventures with his wife, Chaloko. This was his day's (or rather, his night's) main excitement. He couldn't wait to see his wife again, he just couldn't wait to get in the bed together with her. He couldn't wait to see her beauty, her sexy body, her elegant lips, and her sophistacated speech, in addition to her weariing her dazzling clothing. She looked good in anything. A thong, her stripper dresses, or the formal dresses, it just looked good on her. In Fact, all of the men in the city were jealous of Rathol, and the women were jealous of Chaloko.
He spent half of his time on duty watching the clock, which he could see rather nicely from his perch on the tower. One look at the clock and he leaped for joy. It was presicely five minutes until he could gon home, and by the time he got down to the courtyard it would be five minutes. Although technically he wasn't supposed to leave his post until his shift was over, instead of leaving the castle until his shift was over. Rathol began descending the great staircase of the castle, ornatley carved with lions, and an ancient elvish prophecy.
The prophecy speaks of a great battle, and the death of thousands upon thousands. But, according to the prophecy, a lone warrior defeated the rest of the evil army. Then, the lone soldier gives a remarkable victory speech, ending with these strong bold words,"... I did not survive the day's battles on my own, i had much help, not from our earthly powers, but frm the great god Saradomin of above!" Many cititzens believed that this prophecy was the only reason that the White Knights continued to protect the nearby monks from the evils of the land. Yet, there are some evils that even the White Knights can't solve.
Rathol was nearly halfway down the great staircase when the alarm bell started ringing. "What now?" Rathol muttered, but he muttered it a little bit too loud. His leader, Sir Amik Varze, heard him.
What are you doing over here? You're supposed to be at your post! Shift change at seven o' clock means 7' o clock- no sooner!" The Knight said, very sternly.
" But..." was all Rathol could get out before Sir Amik Varze continued his lecture.
" Had you been at your post, we would have been able to put a stop to this threat completely. But no... you just had to let them get a head start, so that they could get away and accomplish whatever mischeif they had planned on doing. Now, we must defend city from them before we lose control of that too! Hurry now, run along, we need more reinforcements at the southern gate."
When it seemed that the lecture was finally over, Rothal couldn't help but ask," Excuse me, But who is them?"
" It's not that hard to find out, just look out the window, theyre swarming all over the place." When Rothal did just this, all he saw was thousands upon thousands of figures , all dressed in black. He instantly knew the source- The Black Wiard's Tower.
" Great Saradomin! How could you fail us? What have we done to deserve this?" Rothal had practically given up hope.
" Cheer up lad, we'll think of someway to solve this problem. We always have. Why else is the city still standing?" and with that Sir Amik Varze sent Rothal on his way.
There was much excitement among the knights. They hadn't seen any sort of trouble in a long time. Which is why they were so unprepared for this attack. One soldier shouted out," Hey look! its a plague of someting, its eating the ground!"
But some other soldiers were smarter than to believe that," Thats not a blody plague its a swarm of about ten thousand dark wizards!" This threw all of the soldiers into a state of panic.
" But im too young to die!" one soldier moaned. The Dark Wizards came closer. Several of the young knights fainted. But not Rothal. He was too brave for that. Although even Rothal had to admit that he was worried. The Dark Wizards reached the southern gate. At the sights of this Rothal quickly scurried away, into a corner, hoping not to be found.
" What was that?" one dark wizard muttered.
" No! Go away! Go back to the evils of your tower! Great Saradomin do something about this!" thought Rothal. But iwas no use. the same dark wizard crept closer...and closer... and closer still until he was within inches of Rothal.
" Leave the slime alone. We have more important matters to attend to," snapped a wizard, who had three red marks, indicating his rank as a third admiral. Rothal watched in terror as the rest of the dark wizards marched past the southern gate of Falador. Finally, all of the dark wizards passed by and were never seen again. Not the day of the event, nor the day after. The White Knights were very troubled by this. Sir Amik Vaze himself began to fret. Yet, he refused to send out scouts to find out what was going on. He said that deploying troups weakens their home defense, which he said they needed should the wizards come back. But, Sir Amik Varze began to second guess himself. He tried not to show it, but all of the knights knew. It was easy for them to find out, as they were forced to spend night and day inside the castle.
The same pattern held for about a week. By that time the knights were restless, and fights were a common sight. Sir Amik Varze was about ready to research the matter, when a messenger arived from Varock.
" A great number of dark wizards has gathered at the stone circle. Several of them are guarding the others while they perform some ancient chant. Our forces have tried attacking but we can't break through. King Roald has requested your aid," the young messenger said in a slightly quavering voice.
Sir Amik Varze replied," We be glad to help, as long as we can find out more of what the dark wizards' plans. This does, however, create a problem of our own cities defence."
" Why don't you ask the imperial guard for help?" the young messenger replied.
" Ask them! You've got to be kidding, right?" Sir Amik Varze said, half laughing.
The messenger seemed confused as to why the Imperial Guard couldn't help, but he went along with it anyway," If you don't help us, the dark wizards will probably come after you next, when we are to dead to help you. King Roald begs of you, I beg of you. Will you not aid us in this war?" the messenger looked on the verge of tears, as it seemed that Misthalin was alone in the war.
" Misthalin has sent for aid, and asgarnia shall answer!" Sir Amik Varze cheered, and soon all of the White knights began cheering as well.
" Thank-you," the messenger replied, very relieved. The messenger scurried off to tell King Roald the good news.
Eager to find out what was going on, Sir Amik Varze gathered up his troops and they left for Varock. The citizens of Falador cheered as the White Knights walked by, proud of their protectors.
Or at least proud of most of them. After eights days of not seeing his wife, Rothal couldn't bear it any longer. When no one was looking, Rothal quietly left the group and ran towards his home. His wife greeted him at the door, and not ten seconds after seeing each other they started kissing. It was rather quite thorough, tongue and all, but that wouldn't be enough for the two lovebirds. While kissing each other, they began undressing and immediatley got into the bed. They began snuggling with each other, and the rest is yours to guess( note: should i go into more detail?) The two lovebirds ended their visit rather happily, until common sense got a good hold on Rothal. It was then that Rothal realized that he was supposed to be with the rest of the White Knights, so he hurriedly left. Chaloko was rather distressed at seeing Rathol leave, although she knew that he had to.
Rathol gathered his armor and some provisions and ran out of Falador, trying to catch up to the group. He took a taxing journey up the northern road. It was on a hot day, and his armor made it even hotter. He passed by the monastery, but there was still no sign of the others. He continued on for what seemed like hours, when he finally caught up to them. They were already halfway on their journey, in Barbarian Village. It seemed that Sir Amik Varze was trying to get the suppport of the Barbarians in the upcoming war. As busy as Sir Amik Varze was, he still noticed Rathol joining the ranks of the White Knights, late.
" Where were you? you were suposed to be marching with the rest of us!" Sir Amik Varze said, rather sternly and with a rising anger.
" Im sorry... i lost track of time..." Rathol said, eager not to tell the truth.
" Doing what?" Sir Amik Varze said, practicaly yelling.
Rathol knew that he wouldn't be able to get away without telling the truth, so he told Sir Amik Varze the truth, but all of the other White Knights and the Barbarians heard. Although the Barbarians didn't want to help out before, the leader, Gunthor, stepped forward and said," We weren't to eager to side with you before, but now that we know that you people have good taste we shall join you," shortly after, all of the Barbarian men began cheering. At the sound of this, the Barbarian women began forming their best sex poses or stripping.
Quite confused, Sir Amik Varze just went along with the Barbarians, although it was rather quite embarassing. However, the Barbarians couldn't just leave after a ceremony like that, so the White Knights ended up camping in the village. Rathol found himself wishing that his wife, Chaloko was there. Which is rather reasonable, the Barbarians got to have some fun so why not him? But, her wife was a good ways away, so Rathol couldn't have some fun, but the Barbarian's could. Rathol found himself missing home again, but this time, he couldn't escape the camp. He spent most of the night in solitude.
That morning the Barbarian's were feeling a little woozy, so they had to spend the morning recuperating. By midday they were ready to go, and they set out. After about an hour's walk they arrived in Varock. King Roald greeted them," glad you could make it! We were beggining to lose hope. Come, this way," King Roald let them to the Southern Entrance to Varock. The entrance was heavily guarded by all of Misthalin's troops, and some townspeople were working on building a wall to further fortify their defences. Rothal stared in awe at their defences, but they realized that their defences had no hope against the Dark Wizard army. Through their defences, Rothal could make out a dark portal, darker than the darkest night. But, what he saw next made him faint. Staring at the portal, he saw a big black leg step out of the portal...
to b continued...

Mind aswell try, I'll slowly post here.



It was one [insert some word here that I'll post later cause I only know it in french] summer morning. As Doom(AKA Moi-Même AKA ME!) walked down the stairs from the old SW HQ. As usual, he had nothing to do today, so he started to mine. After mining a copious amount of coal, then dropping it since he was so kind, he realized he was so stupid. He could make money off of scamming people saying his large collection of garlic(which consisted of more then 5000 hand stolen pieces from the Draynor cupboard). He was still mining while thinking that, and suddenly, a BOOM happened. It was him being knocked unconcious, by a smoking rock.

(For those that can't understand my own literature, the next part is a dream)

Doom woke up later that day, unaware of his unconciousness. He noticed something strange about the world. Not just the strange smell of the rotting fish in the bathtub of the SW HQ, but something really strange. He went on to mine about 1000 coal, and 100 mith. He couldn't beleive how fast it came to him. He then went to Edgeville to get some yews. He got 500 in a blink. He couldn't understand this, since he was reletively slow at gathereing these ores and logs.

A imp appeared, and then another, followed by a few more... They looked strange, like then one the Imp Master conjures. After a few minutes, imps were surrounding the entire visible area. That is when it hit him, he was the only one on this world (and also the Imp Master was planning a siege, but he'd worry about that later). "Perhaps, " he whispered, "someone, or some...err...thing is trying to convey a message to me. If so, what..."





(to be continued, pretty much my way of saving this story)

nice beggining, like mine, it not done

i got 1





there was a cookmie in the cookie jar then sum1 came and took the cookie


to be continued........

umm.....its.... interesting. btw if some1 wants me 2 edit part 1 up a bit i will