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Role play in the world of Runescape. I must accept your request therefor you cannot start role playing until I say you can and I say the roles play starts.


CS:
Name:
Skill:
Starting town:
Weapon:
Clan:



NOTE ON CLANS
Clans can be made during role play or when you are accepted.



CS:
Name: Matt
Skill: Magic
Starting town: Falador
Weapon: Yew wood shield bow (Rune arrows)
Clan: Men At Work




NOTE
This thread is a duplicate of "Runescape Role play" because of a spammer.

Might I ask what spammer?

Name: Smok Taunter
Skill: Fishing
Starting town: Lumbridge
Weapon: bronze dagger
Clan: The Word

Quote from Dinh AaronMk

Might I ask what spammer?

Name: Smok Taunter
Skill: Fishing
Starting town: Lumbridge
Weapon: bronze dagger
Clan: The Word

Accepted (again)

Find the OP and look at the person who insulted my thread.

Well whatever post was at issue in that thread it's obviously long gone now.

Name: xXxG0RgNm4sTxXx
Skill: Firemaking
Starting town: Lumbridge
Weapon: Iron axe
Clan: -

Name: xdoombleederx
Skill: Woodcutting
Starting town: Draynor
Weapon: bronze axe
Clan: N/A

All above acceptedOne more until we start

Ok let's just start now.

I walk out of Falador castle with a need for adventure. I travel to Lumbridge hoping I could recruit more people to Men At Work. I walk around and I kill a few giant rats with my bow. "There aren't any interesting things here!" I say as I look around. "Maybe it's because there aren't many people here." I wait for someone or something interesting to come along.

I Cut Trees Around Lumbridge Because I Am Trying To Raise My Woodcutting Level So I Can Raise My Firemaking Level So I Can Raise My Fishing Skill So I Can Eat Sharks So I Don't Die When I Raise My Combat Level. "Damn This A Lot Of Tedious Work I Could Probably Get A Real Job And Make Some Actual Money Instead Of Wasting My Youth Like This." I Say To Myself As I Swing My Axe At The Tree Over And Over Again. Then I See A Person Says "Maybe It's Because There Aren't Many People Here." I Do "Wave" Emote At Him And Acknowledge Him.

"Well hello young adventurer!" I say to the person who waved. "Are you new at adventuring or experienced like me?" I say showing off my archery skill and slicing the tree down with an arrow.

The warm summer sun of a perfect summer's mid-afternoon beamed down upon the small town of Lumbridge. Illuminating the cracks and crevices of each and ever space in a glowing warm light from Saradomin himself. In the rejuvenating light citizen and would-be adventurer alike took to the streets in the warm solace of the particularly crafted afternoon. It seemed, even down to the faint cries of cows being put to the slaughter not far off that they day had reached a brimming perfection that beat with the heart of every man and woman. From the plainly clad, to the richly armor decorated.

About the courtyard of Castle Courtyard wandered Hans on his immortal patrol around the keep. Wary of just about everything, though not sure in particular. The celebratory mewing of cats rolled off the stone walls as in the rear of the keep brave adventurer's groomed their feline companions into proud beasts so as to not seek dependence on their richly captured fish. And from within the keep, a brave new figure in the adventuring world took to the doors.

Dressed simply, in only cotton trousers and a plain tan shirt the balding man with a brown goatee made for the large oaken doors that faced the regal residence. Having accomplished his deeds to begin adventuring, he strolled proudly up to the doors, and with a mighty dramatic push threw the great wooden wings open, unlocking for him the glory of the world beyond. He stepped out: his latest grand achievement accomplished.

Walking onto the front steps of the grandiose castle he took a deep breath in and marveled at the courtyard. With the fountains of crystal perfection gurgling passively as a manner of people stood about. To the man, it was almost as if they were there to receive him. With a brisk excited pace he walked out into the throngs bathing in Saradomin's warmth and the fresh medieval air that enveloped him.

He struck out through the castle's front gates, flanked by two great stone statues - one of which looking as if it had been replaced a million times - it stood as a mouth to the regal, civic world behind him. The careful strumming of a nearby musician played a tune to all those who would hear as the man walked out into the main road. Now or never, the man checked his bag, confirming for his possession the tools of his new career: tinderbox, hatchet, pickax, dagger, and a short sword. A couple loaves of bread for good measure.

Looking out at the multitude of riches both ancient and modern around him he knew what to do to be great. Throwing down his leather sack he struck out a leg. And lifting himself up prepared for himself a magnificent jig. "Will dance for gold!" Smok Taunter declared proudly to the masses who were very much caught unawares by his white boy moves.

"Will dance for gold!" he continued as he danced.

I walk over to the dancing person and drop in 1k of coins out of my 20mil.

doombleed cuts at the willow tree. Each strike reverberates through the forest the same as the last. It did not take long before the tree disappeared and it's contents fell into his pocket. A small stack of lumber. doom wasted no time. Rushing between the scores of sickening green low level goblins, he quickly begins to swing at a new target. The proud willow stood tall against his assault. Several redundant moments passed before it gave to his mighty axe. Like the other tree, the lumber from this one neatly stacked itself and tucked easily into his clothing.

Suddenly, a set of musical chimes played within his mind. He had reached level 41. The addictive rush of levelling surged through his mind. An orgasmic chill ran down the base of his spine. It was good. As the chimes quieted, he quickly jogged to another tree in the forest and began to axe it.

I run walk over to the river and kill a duck. Fireworks appear above me telling me that I've reach level 102. "Finally!" I say as a walk to the church. "Level 102 is here!" I walk into the church to restore my prayer points.

The clean tinkling of gold coin flowed into his bag as the kindly stranger deposited into Smok's pack an amount that was simply astronomical! His eyes lighting up he looked into the bag and up at the stranger, his eyes alight with a glowing ecstasy. He was sure that for the large part he was salivating heavily as a great moisture was at his lips. Confident of his certain success he closed his mighty pack and hurdled off down the road without a further note. He had his first true major success since his arrival!

There was a certain driving ego now as he bolted down the road. If he had succeeded here using his magic of pre-determined dancing moves, then there's a chance that he could elsewhere. The thought excited him so as his brisk energetic pace brought him up to a farm. Though as he passed, his eye caught something of great curiosity.

In a field alongside the lazily churning windmill rested a wide field fenced off from the road. A simple plank gate separating the cobbled path from the rich black soil on the other-side. In this confined space great green cabbages stretched out in the absolute multitude. Taken by the rich greens Smok walked giddily forward.

The gate though proved to be a significant challenge as he fumbled with the mechanism. His bloated hands dancing with the loose latch as he popped it up and then closed again. Though the gate was weaker than he, and with a dull click the metal mechanism released and the gate groaned slowly opening, giving the new wretch a great plentiful of abundance before him. Nervously, he glanced around, a nagging voice in his head suggesting that this may perhaps be a bad idea. After all, in more foreign lands he had nearly been butchered by the town guards for trying to steal a wooden spoon.

So, exercising extreme caution he walked into the large cabbage patch. Each cabbage in itself had to be larger than a fat duck. No, a plump goose! Absolutely magnificent vegetables. And bending down he began plucking the leafy vegetables up and in about a minute had filled his backpack with the food. The new leather smell being replaced by the moist natural smell of salad.

I walk out of the church and look around. I see a man stealing cabbages out of someone's patch. I quickly run over. "You're doing it wrong." I say showing the man how to steal cabbages at three times the speed.

doombleed stood proudly to admire his work. A row of twenty eight campfires now crackle gloriously along the road. The smoke from these homespun infernos mingle delicately with the leaves of the trees above. Though no levels were gained, he couldn't help but feel satisfied. This is a row of fires that he would never have to suffer through again.

Turning his attention back to the weeping willow tree's, His axe makes short work of the first log, depositing it neatly with the rest of his equipment. He sprinted across the burning path and broke upon a new willow. This one was a difficult beast. It held up for nearly a minute as doombleeds axe turned it's trunk into sawdust. His attention was broken by the sight of a low leveled man in blue wizards clothes slowly strolling through the campfire line. He held a dull bronze axe in his hand. Anxiety grew within doom's gut. Would he have to compete with this new comer for the experience points hidden in the bark of these great trees? It would slow him down. Waiting for trees to respawn took longer then he would like.

The axe wielding wizard walked on. doombleed was relieved. He would have this spot to himself. At least for the time being.

Smok's expression widened on his twentieth cabbage as he heard a voice echo over the fields. The deepest and darkest of guilt overtook him as he looked out down the road. Running towards him was the man who had so generously donated him money. His haste betrayed a great deal of horror and anger to Smok as he made his approach.

"I DID NO WRONG, POLLER!" Smok screamed in horror as he scrambled to his feet and ran off, scarfing as many of the cabbages as he could to hide the evidence. If he could make it to the fence on the other-side, perhaps he could throw himself over and make an escape. He knew he would need to make for foreign lands. Preferably nations without extradition so he may live innocently despite his crimes. He was after all, no Jarl here.

"No no no!" I say. "Pick em like this and you'll get more in three times the speed!" I pick cabbages at super speed.

Smok was already too far in his flight as the gentleman began picking from the cabbage patch as well; although at a faster pace, which was a wonder considering it looked no faster than anyone else could. But being on the run, the new adventurer paid no heed to the demonstration as he bounded across the field, green leaves trailing behind him in currents as his mouth mutilated the vegetables he had picked from the field.

Making to the far fence he jumped from his toes and lifted his legs up to clear the fence. Though, laden with the weight of what was once twenty-some-odd cabbages his majestic deer jump turned more into a clumsy pounce as he hit the air. He shins catching on the last rung sending him spinning in a rigid cartwheel for the earth.

His face landed on the dew-moistened grass with a wet "thwack". The collapse immediately spread through his face in a dull throbbing explosion. To compound the situation, a none-to-helpful red splash flashed before his eyes reading off the number ten. With a sickening lurch he pulled himself to his feet and ate the last cabbage as he staggered off. The nauseating grips of pain that enveloped him and wrapped him lifting to a degree that he felt as he had when he started.