Mythics: Stagnant Discussion

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I've changed the title of the thread because the apostrophe wouldn't behave.

The twelve labours, inspired by both mythology and our unofficial mascot Dark Sylvania;

Nemean lion	Nemyon	Guantlets	Written by Jeeves.
Lernaean hydra	Lernos	Diadem	Written by Jeeves.
Cerinean hind	Cerina	Helm
Erymanthian boar	Erymont	Axe-hammer	Written by Jeeves.
Augean stables	Augo	Helm	Written by Trixtor.
Stymphalian birds	Stympho
Creten bull	Cretos	Mace
Mares of Diomedes	Trace
Shield of Hippolyta	Hippolyta	Rising Sun
Cattle of Geryon	Geryon
Apples of the Hesperides	Ladon	Golden Apple
Cerberus	Cerberus	Staff/Whip

Timeline of the Mythics' Quest;
• Grandeur, the gateway to the Mythics' Guild, must be appeased. The requirements for this section are merely the skill requirements for the quest, having completed the Legends' Quest and having a certain number of quest points. The plinth that Grandeur stands on has three icons connected by rivulets. You need them all to light up.
• Through the gateway you can see the image above, basically. Only, the warrior is also a statue and facing the other way. These thirteen statues are, in effect, Hercules and the twelve labours. Accompanying them is a fourth character, imposing as a thirteenth labour - Durial, our antagonist.
• "Herclues" will introduce the labours, and what they are for. It should be noted that the labours themselves, and Herclues, are irrelevant to the quest at the moment. Players can complete them now or later. It should also be noted that Hercules does not mention Durial, our 13th Labour. Trying to make him stick out.
• Each labour would be based on the labours from Greek Mythology. This is the guild of Mythics after all, and Greek wouldn't be the only source when we finally have access to the guild. "Completing a labour" involves retrieving a lost relic that has been hidden in your time. These tasks take place in both RuneScape, and bespoke instances.
• Durial requires three items; the Blades of Eleyon, the Cloak of Shadows and the Potion of Vulnerability. Each item will require utmost knowledge of RuneScape, as no requirements are officially given. This quest may seem long - but the labours aren't required at this point.
• After obtaining all three items for Durial he will exit the guild - returning to his own time. In the same cinematic, future-you will arrive; panting hysterically and cursing that he took too long (mentioning something about other future-yous and how he failed to improve... which you will also say).
• Future-you, though you don't know it yet, will tell you what you need to do next; which of the three labours you should complete. You require the Rising Sun, the Hydra's Diadem, and something defensive to counter the Blades of Eleyon. Future-you will also tell you what Durial's true intentions are.
• After having obtained these, your next mission is to activate the Chronarch's Throne, an altar capable of reversing the flow of time within the guild. *insert more on this segment*.
• Successfully rewinding time, you most exit the guild into the past and locate Durial. The fight will be epic... think Nomad, just harder (or perhaps not, Dark's still killing himself trying to kill Nomad). During this fight Durial will accuse you of being Guthix, among other interesting foods-of-thought.
• Return to the guild and fast-forward to the present. On your way to Grandeur, to speak with your future-self, you will notice two omens - Durial and yourself. Panicking, you run forward to try and stop yourself handing Durial the items. You will, of course, fail... and, well, you can probably see where I'm going.
• This segment is surprisingly easy, merely tell your past-you what to do.

The quest needs to end somewhere. Possibly when you exit the Guild and Grandeur's gargoyles will laugh at you, seemingly aware of you you'd just done. Or... the moment you return to the present it's quest-over, with aiding past-you merely being a required postal-script. I suppose that's the only issue with having a quest with no true questmaster.

February 14th, 2010;

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February 13th, 2010;

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October 1st, 2009;

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Yeah, I'd try to avoid as little in-game content as possible with the labors, just so that we don't alter things too drastically.

I barely know what the poison wastes are either, so it's probably best that we go with lumbridge swamp. Also, I suggest shortening the dialogue with the guards. Maybe it could fade out into the messages you posted for each guard with the words: "After a lengthy conversation about duty and {other BS}<-- wages...".

Well then, I'll write the 3rd Labour then. I hope it will be just as awesome, as if Jeeves had made it

Trix, Jeeves MAY have intended that with "and some lengthy conversation later". Only maybe, he may have intentionally wanted players to suffer in our hardest quest to date.

Ok. I've updated my post on the authors, but I would like a list of who's writing what.

All I did was copy/paste your list of the labours and add names to them.

Oh? Lol.

I'm considering writing the bull. *ponders*

This was originally 3mpty's idea, but I agreed to post it.

We should make a 14th Labour based on Charlie the Unicorn (If we consider Durial being the 13th)

Anyway, we find the hidden Unicorn Statue and it summons two unicorns that we need to escort to Candy Mountain.

Here's the video, so you know what we are talking about.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5im0Ssyyus

OI! YOU LIAR!

3mpty, I didn't know you loved unicorns so much...

Oh dear lord...

I want a conversation .

If 3mptylord likes unicorns...then he'll be roaring to kill poor diomedes...

To set the record straight on the second labor, you do actually have to have a lengthy conversation (complete with options) for each guard! Hooray for suffering!

Would the mares be calmed by feeding them? As with most interpretations of the myth. From what I've heard of Ruy's, you do not killed Cerina (as Heracles doesn't in mythology) - I was just wandering if it was your intention for us to kill the mares, or remove the relic from them after having made it possible to do so.

Am I right in assuming that, unlike Jeeves' published two and Ruy's, you aren't going to use Dark Sylvania's art? Well, we aren't using it in sense we expect Jublex too... just, it saves time creating an appearance. And that we are actually chasing four mares, not some anthropod.

Trix, I'm doing Erymont.

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Oh and wow. When I asked RuneScape or Instances, I never at the time thought we'd be doing instances within RuneScape (I even proposed the other way around lol). I like it.

Got it.

Yes the feeding will be an important detail...and will have some quite disastrous consequences...

goblin village = yummy

Oh, so not quite the same then? Lol, Heracles kills Dio-whathisname and feeds him to the mares. Well, this is just from reading Wiki. Whilst they are calm, Heracles muzzles them and walks them back. Rather than the last step - remove the relic and the instance fades. But what direction did you have in mind?

Ooh, yummy goblins.

Can we kill the goblins please? I mean, keep them dead.

HAM scum!

I don't mean the Dorgeshuun, just those two annoying generals.

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The Fourth Labour
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Confident now that he could face any challenge the guild presented, our hero stood before the fourth statue. It definately left nothing to the imagination - a boar, plain and simple. Running his hand along it's rock body, our hero marvelled at its size. Although, he did not suspect for a second that which guards the relic would resemble this boar - what with the three anthropods he'd already faced. His eyes sunk to a the inscription;

Not too distant in the past,
Out of windows it was cast,
But smell and infection it did cause,
So down below to was forced.

You: Eeeh, I suppose it nearly rhymes.

Being the historian our player was, he instantly made the connection. Sewage. Before the first sewer it was cast out of windows in to the streets - but it smelled and, quite obviously, was part of the cause for mass infection. But which sewer? Varrock or Ardougne. Varrock was closest, so our adventurer made the trek south. Lifting the manhole cover, the player peers inside.

You: What am I affraid of? I've been down there countless times! Plus... what could the boar possibly have that an immortal lion, and never-ending dragon and a faster-than anything hind?

The player, just about to lower himself into the tunnel, is started when Phingspet and Grimesquit burst out. They are hysterical, screaming something fierce.

Grimesquit (frightened): IT WAS MONSTROUS! Oh snap out of it girl!

Phingspet was cowering, speaking nothing but garble.

You: What's down there?

Grimesquit: Nothing natural, I'll tell you! If you raised your hand to hide the bust down, I would tell you it's a boar. I would. BUT IT WASN'T!

You (curious): A boar? Like... someone had spliced a boar with a man?

Grimesquit (suspicious): EXACTLY! Why? What d'you know of it?

You: Nothing, unfortunately.

Grimesquit: We'd been hearing noises coming from deep within the sewer all morning, we thought someone must've flushed something and it was caught in the pipes! We sent Pholus in to snoop around but, well--

You: Well?

Phingspet (derranged): IT WAS HORRIBLE!

You: Wait? Who's Pholus?

Phingspet: My nephew! He was visiting his aunt, and neither of us could fit into the pipe... not that'd you'd need to now, the blasteding hole the beast made!

Grimesquit: Our nephew.

The hero clambered into the sewer and imediately spied the gaping hole to the east. The air was rancid with sewage, and pipes lined what he could only assume to be a maze of corridors. From where he stood it was either left or right. Deciding left, the player followed it to the first corner - clambering over half a dozen obstructing pipes, all chilling to touch. Peering around the corner, our hero heard a small cry for help.

You: Pholus?

Voice: HELP!

You: Hold on!

Checking behind him, our hero darted around the corner and down the corridor. Thud. Thud. The floor began to tremmer, and the hero slowed to listen. CRASH! A gleam of red burst from an unseen turning ahead and smashed into the wall opposite. The hero couldn't help be snort to himself. The beast picked its hands up and pushed himself out of the crator it had created. Snortiing loading, it turned to the player. Grimesquit was right, from the neck up it was definitely a boar... but down it was a clad or gleaming red armour, or, very metallic looking skin. His kneeds and shoulders were adorned with huge tusks, much like the ones on his helmed snout. And a battleaxe. No, warhammer? Half and half. A large semi-circle blade with near-random serations attached to the hind of a large, blunt, boar-head; tusks and all.

You: Hey?

He couldn't think of anything else, but either way, in a matter of seconds he found himself turn-tailed and running in the opposite direction back up the corridor. But the beast was mighty fast. Before he could get around the corner, the beast clipped our hero's side with his waraxe (or should I say battlehammer?) sending him flying into the opposite wall. The boar, fuelled with momentum, crashed into the wall again. Wincing in pain, our hero picked himself up. Now, I don't know if he thought he was being clever, or whether he was just being stupid, but our hero raised his sword and brought it crashing down on the boar's plated body. CLANG! Nothing... not a dent.

Erymont: HAH! *snort* You can't hurt me!

You: Oh, so you do talk...

Erymont: You won't for much *snort* longer!

Erymont raised his hands to the wall again to push him off, but our hero had already vanished. Hoping that he would tire, like the hind, our hero resorted to a twisted game of cat and mouse. Allowing Erymont to charge at him only to duck out of the way at last minute. But Erymont didn't tire, nor was he scathed from the many collisions, or that we were luring him with the same trap. Erymont has an unstopable momentum, and a near-invulnerable form.

You: Why won't you just die!

Erymont: *snorts* Because...

A pipe bursts above Erymont and showers him in freezing water.

Erymont: ARGH!

Erymont charges again and the hero runs.

You: You're slower!

Erymont: *snort* I AM NOT!

You: Yes, yes you are! I couldn't out run you before... I can now.

Erymont: RrroooOAR!

It was suddenly so simple. Our hero lead Erymont into each and every extruding pipes, each one slowing him until; THUD. Crunch-time had come around once too many and Erymont's weakened state left him collapsed on the ground.

Hopeful, the player tries to remove the armour. Again, it wouldn't budge. Sighing, our hero retreives the mighty weapon.

Voice: Uurm, help!

You: One sec.

Our hero spies the young lad behind a grill.

You: Who'd you get in there?

Pholus: The grill was loose when I climbed in. But... that boar thing slammed into the wall trying to get at me and I can't budge it.

You: Hmmm...

Our hero raises the warhammer-thing. Suddenly enraged, he finds himself stampeding forward before swinging the weapon into the wall - sending pieces of rubble flying violently in all directions.

Pholus: Thanks.

Leading Pholus toward the exit, our hero climbs through the hole.

Grimesquit: Hello you, fancy you being down here.

Phingspet: Where'd you come from?

You: Huh? I was leading...

Our hero doesn't even bother explaining... the hole behind him had vanished, and Pholous and all that had happened was no doubt an illusion.

You: Actually... nevermind.

Grimesquit: Pah!

You guys can say if it sucks.

Wait...okay...are they all _____ headed-humans?

I think the bosses were suppose to be anthropods

Although I need to consult with Jeeves, when we have the gauntlets I got the impression we put them on the statue... on as in make the statue wear them. But if the statue is a lion, how would an anthro-lions gauntlets fit? Or did you just mean to place it on(top) of the statue/some plinth.

Not all of the labours are humanoid, although the majority of them are. The Stables thing for example. Not to mention the Mares, Cereberus and the golden apples.