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  • Birthday 08/15/1992

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    Im telling short<br /><br />Playing Runescape<br />Writing Fantasy stories, cooking, watching anime, Playing games, not studyin, school, watching tv shows<br /><br />Fav Animes: Pokemon, yugioh, Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto<br />Fav Novelists: Rowling, Reilly, Agatha Christie, Dan Brown<br />Fav food: junk and indian<br /><br />Fav tv Shows: Friends, Newsradio, Married With Children, The Nanny, Murphy Brown, My wife and Kids, Scrubs, The Fresh Prince of Belair, Simpsons, Bones<br /><br />My most favorite thing to do : Sit down/lean Back/ Lie down and dream/think/imagine

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  • RuneScape Name
    icewarlock78
  • Additional RuneScape Name
    icealchemyst
  • RuneScape Status
    Freeplayer
  • RuneScape Version
    RuneScape
  • RuneScape God
    Don't Care
  • Favourite Skill
    Mining, Runecrafting and Attack
  • Combat Type
    Melee
  1. pyrowarlock

    One Last Chance.

    I feel bad of popping in and criticising [and without even reading]. I do read artemis fowl and a fanfiction would be nice [though i am against fanfiction of series which are incomplete] It is because any plot made here might go against the next book that will be released. But the chapters need to be long. one small chapter among ten is ok. But it is better to have a chapter with 2000-4000 words. [ atleast 1500] [use MS word to write the chapter and then post after checking the word count] I wish i could read it, but i don have time [christmas chill-outs] And dont worry if your Artemis is not like the actual one. There is no other person other than Eoin Colfer who can recreate the Artemis Fowl. But to try to make his master plans a piece of genius work Merry Christmas n e ways >.<
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    Appolo's Ode To His Grace

    This is a love poem written by me for my dear sister [not blood sister, sister by ...i dunno oath, vow...friendship] This is the first poem I have ever written and is dedicated for her alone [ her boyfriend , my best friend, is trying to convince me to give it to my crush. But i am adamant] I am quite flimsy at romance [due to lack of experience] and this took me 5 hours [is it too much or less] And this is just a poem, not an Ode. But I called it so just for beauty. I have taken a bit of poetic license [i dun even know if this word exists] and please ignore them APPOLO’S ODE TO HIS GRACE When the clock struck seven, in the eve, Through your tears, you spoke to me. You told me that, me, you have always loved, And to be with you all my life, I vowed. But for four months, I knew naught. Nothing of your love even as we fought. But eventually the sands of time, Hit it into me, by a holy rhyme, Like a sword through the neck, a spear through the heart, It was burned into me, the beauty thou art. Every time I hear your elegant voice, It’s like the angel’s harp making a beautiful noise, Far more beautiful than the rustling leaves as the wind blows by And even the raindrops from the clouds in the sky. As I stare into your eyes, they are like gemstones, It’s as if in this world, we are to ourselves; we are alone. Your face glistens like burnished brass And you even place the sun off its class. Your visage shines like the evening star As the first ray of the moon falls from far. Whenever I see your ruby red lips curve to a smile, Time would stop everything- my breath, my heart- for a while. The hair, black like the glossy feathers of a raven, Falls down your back, like a falling torren’. A brief touch by your fair skin, Makes me leap around making merry din. That day into my heart is burned, When our lips brushed the other- ‘Once more’ I yearned. Our love is not a river, nor a rose, Nor is it a flame that cannot be froze, Neither is it a breeze from Uriel’s wing, For, like in a mountain, it is a spring. Our love seeps through the cracks of strife And provides an elixir, everlasting, to our life. Like a spring, warmed by the heat from the core, Our passion enflames our love, than ever before. Your very existence is my pleasure. You make me happy, beyond all measure. Without you in my life, even for a day. My judgment on myself would be to take my life away. Every time I see you, lust is not my fantasy, But to make love and to join you in ecstasy. Your beauty is all that engulfs my mind. Any other thoughts, good or evil, are hard to find. Even if we were separated by unconquerable mountains, Impassable gulfs, infallible valleys, if God ordain's, My love for you would break through them all, Without hesitation or fear of fall. Heaven is not in the sky, or in the middle of the sea And it can never be found within the earth, like a mystery. But I truly am sure, that it is not far. For I find it wherever you are. As the saying goes, Love makes, on this earth, my haven. Without it, the paradise above, would never be heaven. You divide your grieves and darkness And multiply all the light and happiness. I am always there to take your burden, And cast it away, like a demon from a human. My greatest wish in life, even more than our union Or even more than seeing our little one in Holy Communion Would be to be there with you as you lay, To leave this worldly existence on your death day, And to accompany you on your journey, To die with you and enter purgatory. Even as we die- but do not fear, be brave- And as we are laid down, upon our grave, Roses on the mound would sprout by our love And entwine into eternity and infinity, above. If you were sent to heaven and me to hell. For some unholy reason, we were forced to dwell, I would cast aside the chains that bind me And break through the walls and face even he, The morning star, the king of hell, Satan If it would mean that I could see you in heaven. My love, do not consider this flattery. This is my heart opened, my own story. If needed, I would accept my fate or fight my destiny, For you, my Grace, is everything that means to me And Merry Christmas! >.<
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    El Amor Ciego

    Oh! I forgot it was christmas . But I used to think the Library was for already completed works [to be honest i've never entered it. I just assumed] I'll have it moved soon enough. The story.... I never thought it was sooo good. but thanks, that sorta heartened by christmas
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    El Amor Ciego

    This is a short story [actually having two parts] which was written for a magazine. And it is dedicated for my nakama [ BFF+Comrade] Its actually quite crappy. i actually intended this to be a secret work...but I need a bit of criticism. So I thought here would be fine But let me tell you a few things: its a romance [flimsy one if I might say]. There is a part involving reasoning[which ill explain later], but the reasons are crappy. And its a saturated story [too much in less space] Any way, im cutting the crap. Here it is --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EL AMOR CIEGO Hannah slowly walked into the cafeteria of the college, alone. Her eyes, like always, swept over the sign in front of it that read ‘BERKLEE COLLEGE OF MUSIC’. She strode past it and opened the door the cafeteria. It was noisy inside, never silent. But as she walked, heads turned towards her. She wasn’t the college beauty, nor was she the genius. All she was… ‘Hey Fat Mama, which city did you bombard out of existence?’ came out a shrill cry from the College Queen. Her friends around her giggled and laughed. Hannah ignored them and walked to the line for lunch. She put up an expressionless face and stood. But deep inside she cried. She was breaking into bits inside. She just couldn’t bear it. This happened everyday for two years. But it kept becoming worse. It was not herself she was worried about. She was neither obese nor overweight. She was just a bit fatter than the rest, but it became a problem only because she was the only fat one in the college. She knew she was fat and she had got over being called that. But this always reminded her of something that started about a year and a half ago. And now he was coming to her. ‘Hey, Hannah’ spoke Paulo. His lean and handsome figure materialized behind her. Hannah turned to see the love of her life. She stared into his deep black eyes that reminded her of coal – that could light itself with passion. And Paulo stared back at her as if he couldn’t just get enough of her. Just like she did him, he loved her from the bottom of his heart. He was the only one who loved first. He was the only one who cared for her, ignoring her physical appearance. She never knew why. All she knew was that he did. But every time she saw him, her heart disintegrated. Because he was the one suffering from their mutual love, to be more precise, from her appearance. ‘How are you, love’ he asked, sincerely. His face held the same expression that he had when he asked this – an eager child like innocent face with a passionate smile. Hannah smiled weakly. But before she could reply, another voice called out. ‘Paulo, here’s my latest composition for your loooooove’ the college hunk began, in mocking tones ‘ “There was once a dude and an elephant So big she couldn’t fit into her pant He loved him like she did And so he had a huge elephant kid” What’s up loser’ he ended. The composition was accompanied with lots of Hi-5s and whoops. Paulo struggled to keep his anger in check. He was visibly turning pink, but he stayed silent. He heard things like these every day. But he couldn’t bear anything that would hurt Hannah. Hannah saw this and couldn’t bear it. This was the worst she had ever heard. She broke into tears and ran out of the room. Paulo called out behind her. But she ignored him, pushed through the students and the door and ran. * As Hannah reached the fountain in the centre of the college, the sun had set. She saw Paulo sitting at the edge. She quickly brushed her tears away and hurried to him. Paulo sat as if in deep thought. Without looking up he said ‘I thought you wouldn’t come after what happened today’ ‘Well, we made a promise to meet here every day at sunset right. I would not break it’ Hannah replied. Her voice was broken, like that of one who was crying. ‘Just get over it, OK’ Paulo told her. And after a pause ‘I still do love you’ Paulo was about to speak again, before Hannah interrupted. ‘Do you truly love me’ she asked. This was not the first time she had asked this. ‘Even after 2 years, you still doubt by faithfulness?’ he answered faithfully. And he always replied like this ‘Why do you still love me?’ she cried. ‘Does love need a reason or a cause’ Paulo reasoned, albeit a bit confused. This was the first time she had asked this question. ‘But why a fat idiot likes me?’ Hannah said, her voice rising. ‘I told you not to call yourself fat’ Paulo replied. He had the ability to keep his voice the same throughout a conversation – one of the factors that made him a great musician. ‘Does it make me any different?’ Hannah asked, her voice turning shrill and breaking ‘I still love you, even though you are fat. And it wasn’t your appearance I fell in love with. It was with you, the person inside this shell’ he told her. ‘You think it would work with me. You are one of the best looking boys of our school and everyone knows that. There are other girls waiting for you to love them. And out of all, you chose the ugliest and fat one.’ Hannah told him, in tears now ‘Stop it, Hannah’ ‘How can I have you love me, when I am aware that I am the reason of the biggest mistake of your life? Do you actually think I can bear it?’ Tears rolled down her cheeks. ‘Hannah, I am blind to your appearance. It’s just you that mean to me’ ‘Blind…Blind…You can very well see me like this. You know I am fat and I know it hurts you seeing me like this. Sometimes I feel that you can’t continue bearing the comments. And that you can’t see me like this. I know that someday you will stop this and leave. So it would hurt me less if I do it. At least it would save you from your folly’ she said, truly succumbing to her tears. Paulo turned to console her, but she turned and ran. ‘Hannah’ he cried. Crying, cursing herself for doing this, she ignored him and ran. She ran, without any inkling of what the consequences were. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hannah sat on the edge of the bed in her room and stared into the frame that had once held Paulo’s photograph. It was noon, exactly three year after they broke up. Paulo didn’t come to the college after that. Johann, his best friend told her that he had transferred. She had cried for days, but she was actually sort of happy for what she had done. ‘It was for his own future.’ she told herself. She was brought back from her memories by a knock of the door. She opened it to see Johann in front of her. “Hi, Johann” she said. ‘Hi’ he said weakly, as if troubled. ‘Could you come with me for a few hours? We will be going to meet someone’ ‘I don’t think the mistress would allow it’ ‘That’s not a problem. I had asked her and she agreed. Come now’ He drove her to an apartment, a bit close to the dormitory. He led her to the apartment closest to the entrance. ‘Enter’ he said ‘You not coming in?’ Hannah asked, confused. ‘No, you will go in alone. I’ll wait here’ Johann said and leaned against the wall opposite to the door. Hannah shrugged and opened the door slowly. No sooner had she opened, she heard a piano being played. The melodious music flooded the air and flocked around her. It was the most beautiful one she has ever heard. Hearing it made her light. It made her forget her sorrows and worries. She softly closed the door and walked to the source of the melody. And then she saw the musician. Paulo sat at the piano, playing the tune. He was dressed in a musicians wear and even wore sunglasses. He continued playing. His hands moved over the keys with a grace that Hannah had never seen. His head moved to and fro, enraptured by the very own music he created. And then he suddenly stopped. He stood up and slowly, carefully, walked towards the open window. The light fell upon him and he stood, bathing himself in it. Hannah did not understand what she felt. It was a mixture of happiness, sorrow, fear and anger. But she felt a passion grow within her. It was like the candles that were snuffed out, were slowly being lit by angels. Hannah stayed silent. She couldn’t get over the feelings that enveloped her. ‘It’s a new composition I wrote. “ El Amor Ciego”. “The Blind Love” it means’ ‘It was three years ago that we broke up. I felt so lonely after that. My father and Johann are the only ones that know what I am going to say.’ he began ‘After I left for my dormitory just after that… I was an idiot. I drove like a drunkard, unaware of what I was doing. Us breaking up had shaken my mind beyond all imagination. I didn’t even register that I was driving. All I thought about was the event at the fountain. And so…so…I fell into a ditch” he said matter-of-factly. “I had broken my spine and a lot of bones. I was admitted at the hospital where my father worked. They doctors had initially said that there was little hope. But my father refused to hear a thing. My father did what he could and saved me. I thank him for what he did. Johann was there. It was because of me that he had to repeat the year. But I told Johann not to let anyone know what happened. He hated it…but I had forced him to’ Hannah was astonished by what she heard. This was something that she would never think to have happened. And to think that it happened to her love was horrible ‘But I was healed back to perfection, physically at least. Thank my father again. But mentally I was still broken’ he told her. ‘Do you remember why we broke up?’ Hannah stayed silent, but nodded. ‘I know you do. Because you were fat. You felt you were disabled. You couldn’t bear having me see you fat. You thought I made a mistake. And you thought breaking up would save me and help me. But it didn’t work out quite right, eh?’ Hannah unexpectedly felt shameful. She hung her head. ‘So I decided to do this. My father was completely against it and so was Johann. But Johann understood the need. I asked my father to do it. He agreed after I vowed to do it myself if he wouldn’t do it’ Hannah was completely confused by what he was saying. He looked normal and fit enough. Paulo then turned to her and removed his glasses. She smiled seeing his beautiful black eyes. The sincere black eyes that had her accept his love. Seeing it warmed her body instantly. But it took a moment to find out what he meant. His eyes looked misty, as if staring into a distance. He was now looking at some region above Hannah’s head. She was so overcome by sorrow. This was the one thing that hurt her more than taunt. She fell to her knees and started crying. ‘I cannot see you. But I can differentiate between bright light and darkness…And I can hear you’ He slowly started walking towards her. She stayed where she was. Once he was next to her, he knelt next to her and began ‘Hannah, I’ve always loved you and I always will continue to. The three years without you was lonely, a life without light. What you couldn’t bear was me seeing you fat. Nobody would mind our love if I was blind. To them, our love would make perfect sense. I had always known that and knew that it would happen. But it was painful nevertheless.’ Tears appeared in his eyes, but didn’t fall. His voice was filled with emotion to the brim. ‘Please Hannah, love me again, just like you had done before. Please be the light that would guide me. Please be the flame that would run my heart. Please give me a reason to live. And don’t cry for me now. Please accept me love if you think my sacrifice is worthy enough for you’ Hannah hugged him like she never had. She put three years of love, not given, into it. She cried into his shoulders and said ‘ Paulo, Oh Paulo. You shouldn’t have done this. I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Forgive me for that day, I beg you. Please forget that day. I vow…I’ll be your light… your guide…your life…your love’ Paulo hugged her back and answered them all through this one act. Hannah felt his warm tears trickle into her shoulder. Into her ear he whispered ‘I am going to compose something new and I have got a title for it’ ‘What is it?’ Hannah asked, smiling, still hugging him. She brightened as she felt her heart let go of every sorrow that was imprisoned throughout her life. ‘ Nuestro Amor, Resucitado’ he said. And he didn’t have to translate this time. Hannah knew what he meant – ‘Our Love, Resurrected’
  5. pyrowarlock

    Four New Guides!

    To the person above......Eh wrong place Anyway.... Finally my topics gotten into the site ^_^. And I thought it would lie in the corner of the accepted guides section gathering dust. [im sorry I doubted you Sal ] Thanks to all who liked it.....and gratz to the others. I like the mole hunting one a lot.
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    Skeletal Wyvern Slaying Guide

    Ahem, its already there I still need a pic of the safespot.
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    The Ultimate Corporeal Beast Research

    You can take details from anywhere, just as long as you dont exactly copy-paste the details and image. the strategies actually did come from myself. I just refer the sites for the data of the monsters and weakness and stuff. you made a mistake in thinking of this as a guide which it isnt. its just a topic for KNOWING [or put it anyway you like] how to kill one alone. Its like an experiment. And that comment about the guide. It isnt to show that Im awesome or great at writing. its to show that even a F2P can write mem stuff nicely [people liking it] It was just to counter the people saying that I cant do anything about soloing the beast. EDIT; i guess I'll add the final strategies
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    Complete Guide To Combat - 100%

    Could you class slayer as a combat skill, it does help with combat. Combat skills are those skills that decide your combat level. Slayer does not do so...so its not required Also....you have to save the images as .png .jpg images are not accepted.
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    99 Firemaking

    its better if you wear nothing because they extra weight can slow you when running back to restock or sumthing. Alternately, you can wear penance gloves, spottier cape and boot of lightness. If you still want to wear the armour, its nice.
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    65 Magic

    Superheating mithril is better, even though it slow you can break even if you but the ores. After 70 adamant to 99 Alching will make you lose money in the long term.
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    Abyss Runecrafting

    It would surely help. That speed would help a lot. And using the staff will be good too, distract the eyes right.....
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    When To Start Fighting Cockroach Solders?

    You could fight it, but you may have to waste a few money. its better if you train strength than def or attack there. You could refer this guide for help. Cockroach killing guide
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    Runescape Player Blog

    it would be too tough for jagex to maintain it and they would need lots and lots of mods to make sure nobody misuses it or breaks rules. Besides, they can join any fan forum and use the blogs there........
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    Skeletal Wyvern Slaying Guide

    I would not be changing the intro. I like intros to be like that. the whole thing is to be informative and something should not. The reasons why I referred to them as dragons are because, in the mythology [real world that is], wyverns are dragons. they are basically dragon without legs. EDIT: I NEED PICTURE OF SAFESPOT :|
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    Complete Guide To Combat - 100%

    Those map pics must be saved as .png And Potter....good work. although i have a few suggestions on the format It would be better if you separate the topics because all of the, look like they are under one big heading. Bold and underline the main headings and increase their size. and Just bold the subheadings. Make the headings in caps. [except for sub-sub-headings] make the list of skills used in Combat like a list [one below the other] using the list code. Also try removing the edges of the attack interface [ soory that im not good at photoshop] Leave a line above and below each pic [not for the small ones] Also leave a line free after every heading, And dont hyphenate the headings the picture of tokens[or whatever they are ] of the warrior guild looks weird.... About the armour that gives bonuses to various skills, refer the skill in runescape wiki. lots of stuff you can get And the training part. Remove the universal and make the levels as a sub-sub-heading. And mix the location, monster and checkpoints as one paragraph/section. Give a bit of explanation on the different locations, basic strategies[armour and weapon] and things like that. this is important in pest control since you will need to tell them what monsters to kill and where they are found, But generally....good. just need a format and little more meat[details] Ill post some details on training later. ;P
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