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welcome to Sax's rs roleplay, where you can roleplay about runescape.

thread rules: read s1lv3rbull3t's announcement thread for the rules.

1. you may kill other players ONLY if you get their permission first

2. post your profiles on my profiles thread, please, we don't want profiles butting in with the rp, the other thread makes life liveable.

3. NO, and i mean NO, flaming about runescape. Anything like "rs sucks"
will be deleted after I give your name to s1lv3rbull3t, or one of his mods, and you'll have to deal with them, and they don't take kindly to flamers.

grammar rules:

1. please be semi-literate, don't talk like you would on the actual game

2. no *..* for actions, and use ".." for talking.

3. some swearing is allowed, but make it pg-13, and keep it under control

4. use ((..)) for out of player talk. this is like telling other players you have to get off, parents nagging to get off the computer, etc.

i may add additional rules if things get out of hand, and i'll delete any posts that break rules. other than that, enjoy!

As zool opens his eyes from sleep, he surveys the room. He is crouching down, suspended on his toes, perfectly balanced.

Noticing Pixie across the room, he tilts his head on an angle, untill a large crunch is heard. He promptly switches sides, followed by another loud crunch.

Observing Pixie's stance and facial expresion, he assumes she can not see him. He was always one for stealth, and took up rest in the darkest corner.

Zool reaches down to his hip, where an array of custom black knives strap themselves to his armour. Flicking one onto his finger, he spins it around the curve with ease. Zool slowly ascends to a standing position, and walks slowly out into vision of Pixie, continueing to spin the knife on his finger.

Zool scans Pixies body, if this was one of the vampiric hunters sent to find him, it wouldnt be the first.

Zool snaps the black knife back onto his waist. "If your not a hunter, what are you doing here?" he queried.

After spaking these words, he realised he himself had little idea of how he got there. All he could remember about the following night was running into this room and resting. Something must have happened last night, because thinking about it sent searing pain up his spine. Reaching down, fe felt at his tail bone. Something was there that shouldn't be..

As he yanked at a foreign object emmbedded into his flesh, he felt more pain, eventualy tearing it out. It appears to be a dart made of obsidion, the rock used by the Tz-haar. But he had never seen anything like it - the never offered anything like it in their fight caves. He looked down at a pool of blood he allowed to flow. Reaching into one of his pockets he pulled out a brown cloth, which he used to bind the wound. He had been hit before, so he was prepared for taking care of his injuries.

Ignoring the question Zool had asked Pixist noticed the crimson puddle that had drenched Zool's clothing. Noticing that another person has entered the room she says, "Hey you! Come over here and help me! He's bleeding!" she says, franticly trying to locate the source of the blood.

Zool looked towards Omicron. He was always stubborn in accepting help from others, but the potential in the obsidian weapon he clenched in his hand...

He felt the tip with his finger. The artifact was slender and curved, ending in a rough tip. This was definetly a weapon made by the Tz-haar, the only race knowledgable in creating objects out of obsidian. Just like the obsidian it took up, their weapons where normally crafted to be smooth, not as rough as the dagger tipped. Some of it must have broken up in him.

Zool's vision faded, he was growing weak. Whatever it was that attacked him the night, it did not want to be seen. That was how they worked. Zool was quite sure they would be safe in the light of day.

His memory was still cloudy concerning the previous night. "Where exactly are we?" he whispered.

Zool listenned intently, blocking out Pixie as she rushed to get him help. He could not hear much above the roof of the room. A few birds flapping their wings as they scuttered along the roof in attempt to make flight, the odd goblin cursing

Above all the background noise, one thing stuck out. A low-pitched snarling, with a distinct hiss to it. One of them was near.

It was daylight, but of late the creatures seemed to demand his capture. He was still to know exactly what these creatures where - or who sent them - but every now and again one would attack. Luckily, on most occasions, he could flee. Not much harmed these creatures, they seemed a hybrid of the camparic demons of Mortyania. Only on occasion in which he could not flee fast enough would he attempt battle with them, even then he would stay long enough to hinder its ability and vanish.

The previous night was starting to become less foggy. He remembered sensing it around the outer wall of Varrock, escaping through Barbarian Village. Towards Falador, he fell, struck by what he at first percieved to be a mere rock. These creatures usualy did not carry weapons, it was quite strange for it to have struck him with a dagger of obsidian. He must hav made it into the dark room and taken up rest.

Now, it was outthere still. He would not know how far away, nor if it was even in wait for him. His instincts kicked in, and he tried to supress the pain tearing through his lower abdomen. He turned to the others.

"Leave me! If you carry me outside, and it senses my presence, it will flock down and kill you both. They spare no life unless to better suit their own agendas. They have been attempting my capture for the passed month, I can evade it and get myself patched up. I'm not too sure you two will stand a chance - they are almost immortal"

Zool listens carefully again, anbd hears a high pitched shriek in the distant. It was getting ready for something..

"There's a monestary near here. The monks there should be able to heal him. We've got to hurry though."

Zool looked up, still weary from blood loss.

"Just a dagger wound in my a** - the usual"

It was quite usual for Zool to be injured during his accomplishments. That was why he was well known by the monks of the monestry - the will of Sara's followers seemed quite strong, and where a great asset ever since they rescued him from the river Salve.

This monk whom caught his attention, however, did not seem like the regular monks. For one they did not seem as physicaly fit, mostly due to their large control of the protect prayers.

Zool listened again. Something was rippling through wind a little bit faster then a bird..

With that, Zool looked up to see a form swoop onto the ground, bearing skeletal wings and the body of a vampire. This was one of the hunters they had sent after him. He had always fled them, but now they where risking the scaring of daylight to capture him. They where getting reckless, and he did not want innocent lives lost.

Zool pushed himself out of the support of omicron and pixist. Falling to the ground, he tensed his muscles, rising back onto his feet. He focused intently on the creature. He could not make out much of its features for his vision was weary, but he could see it and that was all that counted.

Zool entered a stance, half crouching half standing. He began tensing his muscles and screaming as loud as he could. He could feel a cold shiver ripple through his flesh, the rune claws bound to his arm ripping the flesh as they struggled to break free. Zool's vision tinted red and he began shaking. With one last roar, his body enveloped in a thick aura. The aura seemd to stram out of his own soul, and shot out at the demonic beast. As the blast hit it, it gave a loud shriek, and in a flap of wings was off, soaring to seek protection from the searing heat of Zool's blast.

Zool had temporarily vanquished the horror, but at a price. Feeling the magical energy release from his body, he sunk to the ground, unconsious and barley breathing.

Hopefully, his new found friends could heal him of his wounds, for they where now far greater then originaly.

((I'm thinking it was the monastrey, and the dark room was the zammy altar with the wine of zamarok???))