Defi

Congrats to winners! I'm a bit disapointed i didn't even get an encouragement prize but hey, the judges obviously have their reasons for giving the prizes to the winners that have them, we just have to try and figure out what they are ;) I just hope that people are gracious in victory (Unlike jayrox :facepalm: )

Born is no longer going to be updating the topic, so there's not much point posting any updates

Chapter 2: Honesty Vars was looking around the room, searching for one thing in peticular. For some reason, nothing could ever be found in his house, no matter how big it was. "Mum, have you seen my axe?" Vars shouted through his and Garag's door, just as he looked underneath his bed. He heard a mumbling reply, then silence. Typical, he thought. He'd just have to go and see her. He was just about to get up when he noticed something underneath Garag's bed. He shuffled over and started searching the floor underneath the bed with his hand. He found alot of dust, a book of enchantment and he was just about to pull from underneath the bed when he felt something cold numb his fingers. He grabbed it, but felt a searing pain envelope his hand. He pulled back away from the strange object, trying not to shout out, and looked at the blood dripping from his hand. He could go and ask his mum to sort it out and it would be healed within seconds, but how would he explain the situation without dropping garag in trouble. He decided not to tell his mum, but tried to focus his own energy on healing his hand. He had only ever tried this once, but he was unsuccesful in his attempts and had completely exhausted himself in trying. He started focussing on the cut on his hand, willing everything in his mind to heal it. Almost immediately, a beautiful white light sprang from the cut, as was usual with paladins healing. "Im doing it!" Vars thought, completely suprising himself with his own proficciency. Suddenly a dark light protruded from the cut completely blocking out the white light of the healing aura. Vars was about to scream out from his mum, but Garag walked through the door, saw the situation unfolding, and ran to Vars' side covering his mouth. He grabbed the hand that was now spewing more blood than ever before and started chanting what sounded like jiberish to Vars. The black light receded, and was replaced by the white light which continued to heal Vars like nothing had happened. Vars, who was now sweating after the ordeal, looked to Garag and said "What the he-" "I'll explain everything, just please keep this to yourself and never touch the kris again." Garag said before his best friend could question him. "It's a kris? Garag, if you dont tell me why you have a kris underneath you're bed then i'll...". The two fell to silence, then vars started laughing. His eyes began to water and he fell to his back, barely able to breath over the laughing fit that had taken ahold of him. Garag watched, got up and walked from the room thinking back to what had happened the previous day with the general. ******************************************************************************************* The two both stared at the inscription in the rock, and after a long while the general said "So you've heard the stories then?". "Yes", said Garag, who did not stop staring at the rock. The general looked at the boy, then turned and opened another cabinet and pulled another rag from within its depths. "Then you will not be suprised that we also found this in the cave.". He unwrapped the rag and revealed a strange looking dagger. "It's a kris, an old tool of the assasins" said the general. The boy looked up and was evidently shocked at how beautiful it was."Our mages have said that it is enchanted with dark, old magic. Long before the old gods. They're saying that even the smallest cut can turn into a deadly wound. A true blade of the ancients. Only one other is known of and that is held by th-" "The rebel leader, yes i know, but why?" said Garag. "That's what i want to know, what we all want to know" replied the general."All that we do know is, you've been chosen by the gods, whoever they may be, to do something for them. It is your duty to follow their teachings and find out exacly what they want you to do.". Both fell to silence again untill Garag said, "I need to kill him, don't i?". The general did not reply, he only stared at the kris. Eventually, he stood and poured himself a glass of the strongest thing he could find. He looked at the boy who he saw nothing but fear in, and said "welcome to my world".

Great minds sleep alike :good:

Someone with taste! :give_rose:

No.

I could always use some input from other people, so id be happy to let you be part of it :good:

Good luck all! :good:

I have read and it's pretty good. I put a comment on too just to be nice :blush:

Do they need to be? :facepalm:

New skills are bound to come out after cap is heightened, and so long as bds are not running around feeling like elektra, i'm all good :wacko:

Ty it took me all of 5 minutes to think it up :good: And about the hanstringing, ive been asking for this to be looked into yet the majority of replys i get are from bds who think it's a wonderful bug for some obscure reason. Chances of getting it fixed, very slim. Chances of bd getting a new skill before ANY other class, also niet (Unless r0land is a hippy on the inside and loves my idea). So please, Mr and Mrs BDs, learn your class! :facepalm:

Because you cant believe you didnt think of Make peace before and you feel like an idiot? I get that alot :blush:

:cray: It's a piece of beauty, I know.

Once upon a time, in the mystical land of Forumonia, there lived a strange fellow called mystic. One day, the fellow decided to confuse the rest of the land and speak her mind, even though it was fairly obvious that the words made no sense whatsoever. She left her cosy home and set of for the contest hut. Once there, she looked around the room, looking for one thing in particular. She continued to look around until she found what she needed, a large podium, much like the ones the others contestants in the contest hut were perched on. The other contestants were telling stories, but mystic did not care, she wanted to speak her mind. She gathered the attention of the rest of the hut, coughed, then began her wild story. "Y u no make story of me??" She said. She took a bow, and waited for some sort of reply from the audience. None was given for a very long time until, finally, a young warrior of Forumonia named Thesoldier broke to the front of the crowd. All eyes were on him and all ears were attuned to what he was going to say. He coughed, as young mystic had, and spoke themind of the crowd. "?" He said. Nobody understood how he said this, as it is a piece of punctuation, yet they agreed fully. A young boy that went by the name of Defi watched all of this, and as he laughed quietly to himself, he wrote the events that he had seen unfolding since watching strange mystic leave her hut down on a piece of par would finally k it to the town notice board, so all who wondered what the hell was going on would finally understand. The truth was though, Defi, the young scribe did not understand either and had no idea as to why he had wrote the story.

Skill; Make peace All players drop their weapons and join a massive group hug. This hug revives all dead mobs/players alike and allows them to join in on the hug. Hug also heals all players and solves the financial problems of the world economy. :good: (BD are not underpowered Whatsoever, adding new skills to their arsenal is just another way of trying to unbalance the classes that are fine already. Of course classes all have their weaknesses, but if they didn't then classes like BD would be all mighty and we would have to base religions around them.)

Who? If you meant me im just stating the obvious

No >:D

Is this the american government by any chance?

Skill: Get wasted Rouge drinks too much ale and gets completely wasted. Spews toxic vomit (god knows what they put in the ale) that erodes armour of players while dealing continuous damage. Player will not be able to walk straight for 20 seconds and all players(friendly and enemy) that come within 10 yards get scattered to avoid the player. :crazy:

I'm Very lazy, but i have so much time for writing. Like i said, it's just some of the multiple things that go on inside my head :lol:

Your style reminds me of my own, so im forced to love it no matter what :blush: In all honesty, it's great. Definately one of the best ive seen so far.Good job! ;D

It is my origional story that ive submitted, but im makng it a weekly series. I love writing and it's just an excuse to share some stuff that goes on in my mind DAILY :crazy:

The level 6 arena community is growing quite fast. From being one of the least favorable, there is now a high demand for novice sets to get in on the leaderboard. I justthought it'd be nice to give everyone who is on the forums and has a level 6 char a place to meet other people fighting to be put in the top 10. If you have a level 6 char, please reply to this thread with your in game name,server and rank to the lower nearest hundred (eg rank #432 would be 400+) and i'll add you to the list ;) Sentinals (Firstborn and chosen) Rangers Defyer - +200 [EU] Bladedancers Druids Mages Paladins Priests Legion (Mountain clans and Forsaken Rouges Barbarians Shamans Warlocks Deathknights Necromancers If enough people get listed i may start working on a league type thread within the forums but that's only an idea. If you do have an level 6, please reply!

You mean what hassn is going to do :wacko: