Sorry for the temporary dicontinuation!!! That's gone now(I hope). In this chapter Tares actualy shows up. So... Keep reading.
This chapter of 'The Adventures of Sir Strom' is brought to you by the fact that 'strom' is in fact a Czec (did I get it right?) word, and the english translation is tree. ;)
Sir Strom sat atop Lumbridge bank, totaly oblivius to his brother, Tares, yelling at him from the nearby ladder. After three minutes it finaly started to get on his nerves and he withdrew a set of runes from one of the many pockets in his elaborate suit of armour. Placing all the runes in his left hand, he turned his head and looked at his brother boredly. Tares' expresion quickly changed from anger to sheer panic as the runes in Sir Strom's hand began to glow, and soon also proceded to hum quietly. Sir Strom placed his hand before himself and Tares just barely managed to duck his head as a bolt of lightning flew over his head and into the swamps beside the town.
"Don't, under any cicumstances whatsoever, bother me while I am pondering something." said Sir Strom, his voice layered with a rather harsh edge. "Okay, okay. I just wanted to tell you about the fact that the goblins are trying to invade the rest of Lumbridge." muttered Tares. Sir Strom's eyes lit up at the prospect of a huge killing spree within the city itself. "why didn't you say so?!?!" He screeched exitedly. "I'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR THE PAST THREE MINUTES!!!" roared Tares, in a fit of rage. This statement was one of the few that Tares could offer which raised Sir Strom's eyebrows. Realising how loud he had yelled he emediatly composed himself and stated "You neeed to ponder less. Seriosly". Sir Strom had begun to walk over to the ladder on the side of the bank, but as he heard this he paused. "What was that?" inquired Sir Strom. "I said you need to ponder less. It has got to be bad for SOMETHING." Tares repeated. Sir Strom chucled lightly. "What is it now?!" mumbled Tares. "I you are a Saradominist then I think that it is bad for something, but seing as I am not a Saradomanist, it probably isn't". Sir Strom stated firmly. Tares stood at the base of the Lumbridge bank and Stared up at his brother blankly. "If, for some bizzare reason, I becom a Saradomanist, it will not be in your lifetime.". "To bad" said Tares in a slightly mournfull tone. " was realy hoping that you would abandond your ways as a Zamorican." "That only works on other Saradomanists, or the dorks that worship Guthix". "I thought that Zamorak was okay with Guthix being around. Isn't he?". "Only when he is angry and killing people". "I see". "Now then, how about we stop those goblins from invading the town?" "Done!"
Okay, first chapter where people are talking, conversations have always been my week point. Larger chapter this time, and finaly:
DISCLAIMER:
I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR RELIGIUS INSULTS IF YOU WORSHIP GUTHIX OR SARADOMIN! (or any other Rune-Scape god(s)/godess(es) for that matter)