THIS THREAD IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

A respect thread for all notable characters in Runescape/jagex lore. We will honor respect to deities and regular knights, even regular people. The powerhouses, however, of Runescape will also be honored. Let's begin shall we?

Elder gods:

Jas

Freneskae Creator-God

Ful

These beings are at godteir 1. and created Gielinor, the universe Runescape is in:

Not much information is known about the Elder gods.

Let's move on to younger gods.

Saradomin:

Saradomin is the god of Order and Wisdom. He is the enemy of Zamorak, the god of Chaos and evil. He is the most followed god in Runescape. Saradomin only wants the best for Gielinor. Here are some of his quotes from the God letters.

As I look down upon the world that I created, I feel a strong sense of joy that it is now home to so many men and women of curious minds and adventurous spirits. I am also saddened to see that it is prey to so much death and destruction, and I can only assume that my brother Zamorak enjoys a large following on this small planet. Perhaps in time these mortals will learn of ways to co-exist harmoniously with their fellow humans -Taken from: God letters, Saradomin speaks.

Saradomin believes he created the world. However, in official R.S. lore the Elder gods created Gielinor, but it's possible Saradomin created the plane that Guthix shaped. So, if he did INDEED create what Guthix shaped, I consider that a feat and a reason for respect. Here's the full "Saradomin Speaks" letter

After a letter, Saradomin is stated the god of all good things in Runescape. He also uses his wisdom and tells his follower even the GODS get weary.

Greetings oh Mighty One... Whilst one understands that questioning the way in which You (in your infinite wisdom) have created Runescape is liable to cause offence and thus painful injury to the interrogator - the ache in one's legs is such that the question can no longer be withheld. In essence - your servant has been whacking the living daylights out of monsters, picking flax 'til her fingers bleed, pounding rocks and baking like there is no tomorrow, for day upon endless day and now finds herself exhausted, with varicose veins and blisters. Oh for the blessed relief of a nice little sit down with one of brother Galahad's cups of tea, or ...miracle of miracles...a sleep! Those tempting looking beds with their *nice blankets* ..those *sturdy looking chairs*. One wonders why You created these taunting items of furniture when Your subjects cannot use them? One is sure there must be a perfectly good reason but not being a mighty god such as yourself (grovel) one cannot think of it.

Strength through wisdom? Strength through taking the weight of these ankles more like!

Lise

P.S. If one must be turned into an imp for this impertinence please let it not be on Karamja - walking on hot laval rock would play havoc with my bunions...-Taken from: The People's Rejoice, God letters.

His response:

Now, as the god of all things good, there are some matters which simply demand my full and undivided attention. This was not one such matter. You did arouse my sympathies, though - even the gods feel weary sometimes you know -Source: Saradomin, The People Rejoice, god letters.

Saradomin mentions he can see into the third dimension.

The question on nearly everyone's lips was when that of when our world would enter a new dimension. Gazing across to the mage Andrew - for we are not one and the same - I see that three-dimensional landscapes are now under construction. There is still much work to be done, of course. When you seek to change the world, you take on every blade of grass. Carpentry has, for this reason, been postponed until after the updates.-Taken from: The People's Rejoice, God letters, Saradomin.

Jagex mentions Saradomin is omniscient.

Five Ages after creating the world of Runescape, the great god Saradomin has finally resumed communication with the inhabitants of this fast evolving planet. An agreement with his brothers prohibits him from directly intervening into Runescape's affairs, but in his great omniscience he still listens to the prayers of those who seek his knowledge.-Source: Jagex's website.

Enough of these letters, let's get to lore stories. The rest of the letters can be found on Jagex's website.

Saradomin razed a city, nearly wiping out an entire race.

..since dawn in the refugee camp, and I was exhausted. The news from Askroth became worse with each band to arrive. The great city of Askroth was no more. Terrified refugees spoke of a blue man the size of a mountain. The diviners had angered him, they said, and in that anger he had razed the city. They pointed to a building on the horizon, built on the ruins of Askroth. The giant's army was marching downriver. Our cities were assembling armies of their own, but I didn’t see how they would stand a...

-Guthixan's memories.

RESPECT LORD SARADOMIN

Now,

Let's go onto powerhouse Saradominist characters.

The Wise Old Man:

Famed Saradominist adventuer. His abilities are as follows:

During his adventures, the Wise Old Man gained a deep understanding of the world, learning of its histories and nature. What he learned, though, he often will not share openly, and he seems to possess historical knowledge that, in the wrong hands, could be deadly.

An example of this is his comprehension of teleportation and being aware of the Abyss and its role in the teleportation process. He is capable of teleporting to virtually any destination rather than using the simple channels utilised by most teleporters, which suggests that he might be able to resist the effects of teleblocking, as Mr. Mordaut mentions that besides the locations players can teleport to, all other locations are teleblocked.

The Wise Old Man is incredibly strong-willed, apparent by his immunity to the effects of the Ring of Chaos a feat only matched by the vampyres -Taken from: Multiple quests.

The Wise Old Man's most distinguished talent is his mastery over magic, which he has honed over the years, learning from countless sources. His most deadly offensive ability, though, is a spell of unknown nature that when used, instantly incinerates the flesh, muscle, and organs of the victim. This spell, apart from being extremely lethal, is also capable of destroying brick walls and virtually any other obstacle in its way. However, he refrains from using the spell on any occasion. This was explained due to a lack of skill in his earlier years, and a lack of runes after the bank robbery.

Although he has a plethora of magical weapons at his disposal, the Wise Old Man has openly displayed very few of them. He has shown his abilities extend beyond simple combat, capable of using telekenetic graband other basic spells with ease. He has also delved deep into the art of mental magic, and can push those attempting to scry into his mind away while simultaneously dealing a powerful counter-attack.-Taken from in-game tests.

As an example, when the NPC contactspell is set to "Random NPC", it may sometimes yield a conversation with the Wise Old Man. When contacted, though, he will force them out of his mind, stating "Keep your foreign Magicks out of my head!" His calling of the Lunar spell thus may imply that he himself has garnered minimal knowledge of the mystic lore in the Lunar Spellbook The Wise Old Man, upon breaking the Lunar spell, will then direct a Fire Wave from afar at the player, whose location he can apparently pinpoint, across vast distances and even into other dimensions. He also denies the very existence of Zaros's Ancient Magickscalling the adventurer a "foul trickster" and their words "foolishness" should one mention them to him; however, Zeneviva one whom Dionysius knew well in his earlier days, uses spells from the Ancient Magicks. He has also displayed a knack for alchemy and other strange divisions of magic, as is evident in his cryptic writings.

Being adept in teleportation and its process, he implements teleportation liberally in combat, dazing his opponents by teleporting all around them and launching attacks from all sides, further proving his abilities, because Mr Mordut claims that teleporting a short distance away is harder than teleporting long distances.

Even at his old age, Dionysius is extremely adept at hand-to-hand combat, easily capable of defeating the strongest of foes. His skill in using basic weaponry is unrivaled, and he has proven himself able to defeat even armed foes using only a staff. He also apparently possesses a lethal kick, which has been shown capable of shattering even the shell of the Kalphite Queen. According to Dionysius, he is even now capable of wrestling crocidles on the banks of the River Elid.

RESPECT THE WISE OLD MAN.

Saint Elspeth:

A human sorceress who's music was enough to ward away Zamorakian rippers.

She killed a very strong Zamorakian demon who outsmarted and injured an Icyene seargent. Later in the thread we'll get into Icyenes. Icyene magic, one blast of it, is enough to kill a demon. Well, appearently that Icyene was injured as he fought the demon.

These excerpts are taking from copyrighted Jagex lore, The Song Before the War.

A warrior blessed by Saradomin himself couldn't tag the Ripper.

The icyene stood at the far end of the road, bleeding from a gash on his arm but undeterred: an immovable rock of a soldier, blessed by Saradomin with superhuman power. He towered over the burning buildings and swung around his head a sword as large as a man.

The creature Mazakon was fighting was too small and fast-moving for me to see clearly. I got an impression of a ball of dark rags, tattered cloth flapping behind it as it leapt and ran. It slashed at Mazakon with long bloody claws and then jumped back, dodging as the icyene struck down with his mighty sword.

-The song before the War.

The creature's last attack had left three wide claw-marks across his chest that were streaming with dark blood -Taken from: The Song before the war.

Elspeth's singing made the mighty Zamorakian ripper scream for mercy and help, and stopped him. It is described that there was a barrier that the demon could not cross, all because of her singing.

spun around. Elspeth was shaking with fear, tears streaming down her face, but she obeyed her sergeant's order and raised her cithara into playing position. Her fingers plucked the strings and a chord rang out, then another. I recognised the beginning of the first song I had heard her play in the town hall, the one about the young sweetheart waiting for her soldier to return.

The monster stopped in its tracks. It let out a piercing howl, as if trying to drown the music out, and then charged straight at Elspeth. I raised the sword: I had failed to defend Mazakon, but perhaps I could stand between the monster and Elspeth. I caught a glimpse of its face, gaunt and skull-like, skin a deep demonic red, eyes glowing with Zamorakian rage. It raised its horrible claws--

Then Elspeth sang the first words of the song. Her voice trembled at first, but became loud and clear after the first few notes. The demon stopped in its tracks, skidding on the gravel. It howled skywards and covered its ears, its long claws locking into a cage around its head. It was as if the woman from the song were standing there in Elspeth's robes; it was as if her love and her faith projected a barrier that the demon could not cross.

Taken from: The song before the War.

Her singing made the Ripper, who striked down a warrior blessed by a god, run for his life.

The demon was right in front of me. I could feel its heat, smell sulphur on its breath. Beyond it, Mazakon had slumped to his knees, clutching his chest wounds. Without thinking I stepped forward, bewitched by Elspeth's singing. The demon looked at me, eyes burning. I raised the sword...

Then the demon hissed and ran off between the houses, stumbling and blundering into buildings but moving faster than I could hope to follow.

Taken from: The Song before the war.

Description of the Ripper and Elspeth mentioning she can't drive it away, which is why I'm going to shock you.

"It's the Ripper," Elspeth said. "An assassin demon. Zamorak's army sends them to kill important targets."

I glanced at the huge form of Sergeant Mazakon, sprawled out at the back of the hall. Some of the women were tending to him; they had cleaned and bound his wounds, but besides that they had told me there was nothing they could do. His anatomy was alien to them, and what they knew of medicine didn't apply.

"Can you drive the Ripper away?" I asked.

Elspeth shook her head. "I can keep it at bay, but that's all. We just have to hope Sergeant Mazakon recovers and can think of something." She plucked a series of melancholy chords. "I'm sorry." Taken from: The Song before the war.

Elspeth voice can make pain go away:

The Ripper recoiled, clutching its ears. Elspeth's voice was tired and cracked, but still achingly beautiful, making me forget my pain. She was singing a familiar tune in a strange language. It was the same thing that Sergeant Mazakon had sung in his delirium: the icyene love song from before the war. Taken from: The Song before the war.

With a single piercing note, the Zamorakian Ripper was shaken to ash.

The spell broke, as if the Ripper's bestial nature had won out over whatever emotions Elspeth's singing had triggered in its heart. It lunged forward, grabbed Elspeth in one claw and ran the other one through her chest. Her cithara fell to the ground. But somehow she transformed her scream of pain into the song's arching descant, one piercing note that felt like it could stop my heart.

With Elspeth in its claws, the demon could not cover its ears: it took that piercing note full in the face. It dropped Elspeth to the ground and staggered back, whimpering. For a moment it looked at me. The red glow was fading from its eyes. The sun was rising behind me, and in its light the demon's face looked very human, locked in a mask of anguish, its aggression gone. It clutched its claws to its chest and then bent in on itself and fell forward onto the gravel next to the unmoving form of Elspeth. A few moments later it smouldered and collapsed into a cloud of sulphur-smelling smoke and a pile of ash.

Taken from: The Song before the war.

The tribute to holy Saint Elspeth:

RESPECT SAINT ELSPETH.

Zamorak:

The Mahjarrat god of Chaos and evil. He was once a simple Mahjarrat general for The Empty Lord, Zaros.

We'll keep it fair and simple with his really only and good feats.

Zamorak, like all Mahjarrat, was born with fire.

And you? How did you get your fire powers?" I asked, hoping to move the conversation away from me. I thought of Zamorak and how it was always one of his favourite tricks, to direct me towards libellous thoughts, to cause my emotions to betray my mind. No doubt Zamorak was surprised that I still lived.

"Power? My people were all born like this. It is – was - nothing to us; just the fire that cooked our meals, that heated us in the cold. But the barbarians that massacred my people thought we had great artefacts."-Taken from: Twice Burnt.

Zamorak had the staff of Armadyl, a staff that can kill gods.

Player: The Staff of Armadyl?

Mysterious Ghost: Was it? Ah, I never knew that… Anysways, I unwrapped this staff, and sees it be a god-weapon; I may be just a common thief, but I recognises a weapon not made by mortal hands when I sees one.

-Taken from: The Curse of Zaros

Proof Zamorak got the staff:

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ValdezEdit

Player: Hello!

Mysterious Ghost: H-hello!

Player: So what’s up?

Mysterious Ghost: I cannot believe it! You can see me? You understand my words?

Player: Sure can. So why are you hanging out here?

Mysterious Ghost: My tale is one of woe… No doubt you will have little interest in hearing it… Though it has been so many moons since last I had company in this endless non-life…

Player: Well, actually I would like to know what happened to you to turn you into an invisible ghost. If only so I can make sure it doesn’t happen to me…

Mysterious Ghost: My name is Valdez. I served my Lord Saradomin faithfully for many years, as an explorer of this strange land we had been brought to. I remember the day this curse fell upon me clearly… I had just discovered a huge temple, hidden below the ground, of one of Saradomins patriots. I am unsure who built it, or why they had left it seemingly abandoned, but inside I located a great treasure… It was the godstaff of Armadyl. Oh, how I rue my choice that day!

Player: Choice?

Mysterious Ghost: Aye, stranger. I chose that day to take it so that my Lord Saradomin’s power and prestige could be increased by its possession. A god-weapon! Do you have any comprehension of the difficulty and rarity in obtaining such a thing? To find such an artefact of power just lying around, it is almost incomprehensible… So it was there in that deserted temple that I made my choice. I took the staff, and left that temple for Entrana immediately. This was the cause of my cursed state.

Player: What, you mean you gave it to Saradomin and in return he cursed you??? Seems kind of ungrateful if you ask me…

Mysterious Ghost: No stranger, you misunderstand completely… Firstly my gracious Lord would never treat anyone in such a manner; If he felt it was beyond my bounds as a mere mortal to hold such an artefact, he would simply have commanded me to return it to whence I had claimed it, and I being eternally loyal would have obeyed without question…

Player: And secondly?

Mysterious Ghost: And secondly; I never managed to pass the artefact on to my Lord… The vile thief Rennard accosted me as I made my way to Entrana, and after defeating me with a sneak attack, plundered the staff from my person, and left me for dead… I do not know what became of the staff, but I can feel in my very bones whatever its final fate was, it is somehow related to this curse upon me…

Player: Wow. Tough break!

Mysterious Ghost: I am sorry to bore you with my tale stranger, please allow me to compound my rudeness by asking you for one small favour, small to perform?

Player: Eh, I won’t make any promises, but if it’s nothing too annoying I guess I can help you out.

Mysterious Ghost: Many thanks stranger, this existence tortures me… I need to find Rennard and if he has the staff yet reclaim it, or find out what hideous deed he performed to curse me so! I have nothing I may offer you save my piece of clothing, please take it as payment…

Player: Where can I find Rennard then?

Mysterious Ghost: Ah, the infamous Rennard… [Valdez hints at one of three locations; the abandoned pirate ship in level 56 Wilderness, the Bandit Camp in the Wilderness, or the Bandit Camp in the Kharidian Desert.]

Player: Okay, well I’ll try and find him for you then.

RennardEdit

Player: Hello. You must be Rennard.

Mysterious Ghost: What be this? You both see me and hear me, and also know my name? Tell me what devilry brings you here, and speak quick about it afore I gut you like fish!

Player: Well apart from the fact I ain’t scared of no ghost, I am here because I have spoken to Valdez.

Mysterious Ghost: Valdez? Who be that? Some foul necromancer?

Player: No, he was a ghost I met near Glarial’s Tomb. He seems convinced that the artefact you stole from him is responsible for him becoming cursed to be an invisible ghost. Seems like he might be onto something too, given the state of you.

Mysterious Ghost: A curse ye say… Aye, that makes sense… And there was I thinking the fate be the fault of the thieving and murdering I spent me life a-doing… So it all began the day I stole that staff, ye say? Aye, that be a story I have never told another soul.

Player: Why don’t you tell me what happened? I might be able to help…

Mysterious Ghost: well, I was making me merry way along, having but pulled of a glorious jewellery heist from a bunch of stinking dwarves…

Player: Hey, that’s not the way to talk about dwarves! Some of my best friends are short!

Mysterious Ghost: Ah, yer misunderstand me lad/lass, I wasn’t generalising about the whole dwarf species, I had just stolen a bundle of jewels from a very specific group of dwarves who happened to have an odious stench about them!

Player: Oh. Well I guess that’s okay then. Please continue.

Mysterious Ghost: Well, as I headed on me merry way, hoping the foul odours that lingered in me nostrils would soon pass, I see in front of me this explorer fella, all decked out in his fine clothing, and carrying some long package bundled in rags. So I says to myself, ‘Rennard’, I says, ‘Rennard, why would some fella all dressed in finery be carrying something wrapped in dirty rags?’ So I thinks to meself a little more, ‘Rennard’, I thinks, ‘Rennard, maybe that fella has something valuable in there, and covered it in dirty rags so it don’t look so valuable’. So I conked this fella round the back of his head with me bag of jewels, picked up the package and was on me merry way afore he comes to.

Player: So what happened then?

Mysterious Ghost: Well, I makes me way to the closest tavern I knew of that catered to my sort of people…

Player: You mean thieves?

Mysterious Ghost: Right ye are, so I makes me way to the nearest friendly tavern, and unwraps the bundle to see what it had inside.

Player: The Staff of Armadyl?

Mysterious Ghost: Was it? Ah, I never knew that… Anysways, I unwrapped this staff, and sees it be a god-weapon; I may be just a common thief, but I recognises a weapon not made by mortal hands when I sees one.

Player: So, what did you do then?

Mysterious Ghost: Well, I knew such a weapon would be of great value to… Now, that’s funny. Can’t remember his name, now. The powerful god, lived in the North-east. Took the Mahjarrat away from under Icthlarin’s control. Anyway, I hired me a messenger to go off and let him know I had something I was prepared to sell that I thought he’d be interested in… Now WHY can't I remember his name? Very odd that…

Player: So you sold the staff to this god you can’t remember?

Mysterious Ghost: Well, that's the other funny thing... He never showed up, he sent some General or other instead. Hmmm... You know... Thinking back on that, I'm getting the feeling that messenger did a little double-cross of his own, and took me message to the wrong fella.

Player: So what was this General's name?

Mysterious Ghost: His name was Zamorak. I remember thinking at the time it was odd, because the fella was a mighty powerful warrior, but he was never fully trusted by… WHY can't I remember his name???

Player: So you suspect the messenger might have taken the message to the wrong person? So you think it was an accident or deliberate?

Mysterious Ghost: Well that I can't tell ya, but if something happened to get me cursed, it’s likely the messenger would know more than me. His name was Kharrim, and if he caused me to be stuck like this, I’m gonna fillet him like a dog, ghost or no! I tell ye what, you’ve given me much of think about so I’d like to offer yer a gift; Here, take these, they were the gloves I stole me first cake with, they might bring yer some luck.

Player: Where can I find this Kharrim then?

Mysterious Ghost: Kharrim the messenger. [Rennard hints at one of three locations; the Graveyard of Shadows, the prayer altar in level 44 Wilderness, or at the end of the Lava Maze.]

Player: So you thought you would offer it to General Zamorak?

Mysterious Ghost: Ah yes, Lord Zamorak. He was merely a mortal back then, you know? Yet I could see great things in store for him even then. He had a kind of brilliant ruthlessness… And the special kind of vicious streak you see so rarely… Well anyway, when given the task of selling a weapon forged by the very gods themselves, I naturally thought of Zamorak as a potential buyer. I was a messenger in his employ anyway, so it was a mere trifle to find him and deliver the news, and I knew of his particular interest in armour and weaponry of all kinds. Yes, he was always quite the connoisseur when it came to weaponry… But I digress. I let Lord Zamorak know that there was some drunken fool with an artefact of incredible power that could probably be bought off with a few jewels and trinkets, and he escorted me to the tavern and made the purchase there and then. It was a satisfactory deal all around, I got a share of the sale price from Rennard, and I greatly increased my prestige amongst Zamorak and his followers. But maybe… Perhaps the event that followed were responsible for my cursed state…

Player: Events that followed?

-Taken from: Curse of Zaros.

Zamorak killing Zaros.

Mysterious Ghost: So anyway, Lord Zamorak and his trusted compatriots, namely myself, Hazeel, Drakan, Thammaron and Zemouregal made plans to overthrow our lord using the god-weapon, and by pledging allegiance to Zamorak as our master, were each to be given a large piece of land as our own in return. We decided to move immediately, before anyone got cold feet, or any other parties could interfere in our works, and made haste towards the castle where our Lord lived. If Lucien had not been otherwise occupied, he would have probably accompanied us with his magicks, but it turned out the foolish Dhalak had made his involvement unnecessary with some spells of his own allowing us to get close to the castle with the staff without the Empty Lord being able to sense its presence.

Player: So your lord was the one who cursed you?

Mysterious Ghost: I am coming to that... So anyway, we made our way to the castle, under the pretence that we had war plans against Saradomin and the other deities to discuss. As usual, our lord was guarded well, but this was why Zamorak had brought his most trusted fighters with him. While we distracted the Empty Lord with our feints and attacks, and kept his bodyguards busy, Lord Zamorak outflanked him, unsheathed the staff and plunged it into his back! Ah, it was a glorious sight… At that moment I was reminded for whom I fought, and why General Zamorak had earned his nickname ‘the scourge’ upon the battlefield…

-Taken from: Curse of Zaros.

Zamorak wiped out the wilderness. An entire continet.

And now this is it's remains:

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Hello everyone. So everytime I get in a debate with someone, they ask "Why didn't Harry just pop Voldemort?". I'm going to list a majority of reasons. I will also list reasons why other Wizards won't die by a gun. I'm going to use facts and interject some opinion here. So, here we go

Q: Why didn't Harry just pop Voldemort with a AK-47?

A: Funny you asked. See, it is stated non-magical objects do not work inside Hogwarts. There is no way Harry could have brung a AK-47 into Hogwarts. Plus, if Harry would have popped him, he simply teleports away, heals the wounds (Gun holes are normally minor) then silently teleports behind Harry, disarms him of the gun with the swish of his hand (like he disarmed him of his wand) then rips him apart.

Q: Why won't bullets work on Wizards?

A: Bullets actually would work on some wizards. See, wizards recieve 11+ years of training, plus 8+ training. I believe. Let me ask you this, Wizards have withstood high falls, and things of the like. It is mentioned that their bodies are very different then Muggle bodies. So, what is a bullet going to do to them? Even a low-leveled student has healing spells, if a bullet hits them and they are good at non verbal magic, a white flash from the Wand wll conceal the wound. If they can only use verbal magic, they are in trouble. Normally you can't speak when you are hit by a bullet.

Q: Would a bullet work on Dumbledore?

A: I'm going to say no. Here is why. I am sure we can agree a Curse is stronger then a bullet, right? Dumbledore had put on a Horocrux ring that weakened him gravely. However, through skills, he survived and got to Snape. Snape sealed it, Dumbledore had a year to live. His body is different then a muggle body. I bet if a Muggle had put that ring on, they would have died instantly. The body structure is different between a Muggle and a witch and wizard. Plus, Dumbledore can wave his hand and disarm of the gun. Dumbledore has the ability to sense things, peer through thoughts, etc. He'd sense if a Muggle was coming for him with a gun, thus he'd go invisible, disarm of the weapon, then handle the Muggle. So would voldemort. There are many things that put Voldemort and Dumbledore beyond a average human.

Q: Could McGonagall get killed by a gun?

A: Depends. I myself am not sure if McGonagall has practiced Occlumency. If she has, then she would obviously sense if someone was nearby. If they pointed the gun at her, if she was quick enough, she could turn their gun into a tea cup. But, again, a Muggle body is different then a Wizard body. Don't forget that, so we don't know if bullets would kill her.

Q: Would Snape get killed by a gun?

A: No. He'd place them under Mind Control before they can even get a target.

Q: Would Draco get killed by a gun?

A: Yes. But, then again, he may be able to heal due to Muggle body differences. He, however, has never used a Healing spell. Thus, he'd die.

Q: Would Ron Wesley die to a gun?

A: Yes.

Q: Would Harry Potter die to a gun?

A: Difficult. I doubt he could if he had the ancient magic love Sacrifice still on him. Under other circumstances, it's likely.

Q: Would Bellatrix die to a gun?

A: Again, we don't know if Wizards can take bullets, but they have withstand high falls and the like. So, based off of that, I'd say a bullet wouldn't do much.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters took over an entire Government, Muggles are no threat to him. He can just wave his wand and put the person who's trying to shoot him in a trance. What's stopping him from just entering their minds and influencing their thoughts? Nothing. Legilimency can surely do such.

I hope this answers questions. If you have anymore questions, let me know.

This will be a sign of respect on the magnificent top reality warper, Winsome Witch. Most of this will insist of videos, and qoutes, and my intake.

Top feats:

As you see this video above, she is erased from existence and pops RIGHT back up..The Alien named Ough could erase things with his MIND.

He erased the tank at 01:36. Then, winsome said a few words and brung it back from non existence, at 01:51 at 8:45 she magically appears behind the Wolf like nothing. at 9:00 she simply puts her wand on his head, and he is downsized. She didn't even wave it. Then she touches it again at 09:20, again not even waving it. Once again at 09:49, just touching his head and he's incased in a bubble...At 10:34 a air compressor magically appears and inflates him BEFORE he can blow the house in..Again, the work of Winnie doing things in the milesecond. at 11:00-11:28 he tries to counteract Winnie's magic, winnie, without moving simply makes his sorcery fail....Again at 11:48, Winnie makes his spell fail from the safety of the house..

Now, here's where it really gets nice. 2:49 She easily stops a bull dog. 2:52 She creates a pool of Mud and the Dog falls into it. 04:10 - 5:50 a demonstration of her powers. She simply said, before a amped, speeding bulldog could kill her "IPPITY PIPPITY STOP", "IPPITY PIPPITY MUD" "IPPITY PIPPITY...POW". Before the wolf can eat her, she waves her finger and says her phrases, and turns him into a DUCK. At 4:10. Then, at 4:31 she simply humiliates him without any effort. She could have easily snapped her fingers and make him dissapear from existence, but she decided to toy with him.

at 04:44 before he can swing a punch, she turns him into a frog. If you have gotten this far into the post, you will see why I love Winnie. again, 05:09-05:21, he is humiliated again..at 05:35, her broom simply sweeps him to the door... Now on to the next video.

01:54, she effortlessly turns herself into a duck. 02:16, she waves her hand before a speeding bullet can shoot her, ad the shotgun is turned around on the Hunter. 02:44 she effortlessly turns into a bear, and at 02:57, shots are fired at her, but nothing happens. She does not get hurt, she just continues to walk. 03:14, by the time the Hunter is at the tree, she's a gaaraf!. 04:24, she is a lion and she scares the Hunter..Bullets won't even hit her, they miss every shot.. She continues to transform from animal to animal, you can all get the rest. At the end of the video, she changes into a bunch of animals..Alright, the next video. If you are still reading/watching, you will be impressed by her next feats.

at 7:50, she effortlessly warps a bucket of Witch brew..After she adds the ingrediants, the letters form and tell her the EXACT location of a top-spy who not even NATO could find..08:39, the spy pulls out a laser pistol capable of erasing something from existence (Winsome has dealt with that before, as seen in the top video), and before he can use it on Winsome, she turns the laser blast into water! 09:30, he pulls out a small powerful explosive, throws it near Winsome, and it explodes flowers...She then mentions she's protected against Sonic Booms, earthquakes, floods, bombs, etc. On her house and on herself. 10:24, before a speeding bazooka blast can destroy her, she says a few words and the bazooka is rendered useless..10:47, she waves her FINGERS and turns him into a red DRAGON. On to the next and last video(for now)

03:40, after turning into pussy cat man she goes in to stop a Robbery. 04:7, she says a few words and later, the safe does not blow up, the Robber's minions do. 04:26, she effortlessly turns a bag of money into a flower pot. 04:39, then a wall appears infront of the minion and he is stopped. 04:50-5:00, she turns one of the Thinker's heads into a gurellia head..Then turns the other into a frog.

Ok, this is my first respect thread, and we are done. So whenever you feel like making a Winsome Witch thread, here are all your feats to back her up. She has plenty more feats, I will try to find them. Thanks for reading. (:

TO BE COMPLETED

This is a thread of respect for Lord Voldemort/tom Riddle.

So over the past for weeks on comicvine I have seen SO MUCH hate and disrespect for Harry Potter, Voldemort in particular. People have gone so far to actually say Voldemort would die to a teenager with a shotgun. People have gone so far to say Voldemort would die to a fox or a wolf or a bear. People have gone so far to say that a addict like Tony Montana would kill Voldemort. Well guess what? Im sick of it. I think it's time to make it clear that Voldemort can decimate armies, and wouldn't fail to a teen with a shotgun. Let's peek through Voldemort's feats one by one.

Curses:

Voldemort has mastered a wide variety of Curses in in Harry Potter, a wide variety of spells, Transfiguration, etc and has gone so far to not have to speak when using Avada Kedavra or other curses

Voldemort raised his wand and another jet of green light streaked at Dumbledore

Taken from - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Chapter 36

He has used Crucio as an accomplished way to easily stun someone. Rowling describes the pain of Crucio feeling like their bones were on fire, in fact their bones WERE on fire, and even brung someone near death begging for air with Crucio. Rowling was clear that Crucio sets the bones on fire metaphorically.

At the mention of Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle stirred, and some muttered and shook their heads. Voldemort ignored them.

"It is a disappointment to me...I confess myself disappointed...."

One of the men suddenly flung himself forward, breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, he collapsed at Voldemort's feet.

"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"

Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

The Death Eater on the ground writhed and shrieked; Harry was sure the sound must carry to the houses around....Let the police come, he thought desperately...anyone...anything...

Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eater lay flat upon the ground, gasping

- Taken From: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

It was pain beyond anything Harry had ever experienced; his very bones were on fire; his head was surely splitting along his scar; his eyes were rolling madly in his head; he wanted it to end...to black out...to die...

- Taken From: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

With one word, Voldemort can kill someone/set their bones onto fire. That is power, that is faster then a teenager with a shotgun.

Voldemort has also mastered all 3 unforgiveable curses which is Crucio, Imperio, and Avada Kedavra. Let's move on to wandless/wordless magic, then the reflexes and teleportation.

Wandless/wordless magic

Voldemort is a master at wandless and wordless magic. He has multiple curses and lethal assaults that will be shown here for the FIRST TIME on Comicvine. Let us get to it, shall we?

Voldemort's mere finger sends Harry Potter into pain

Voldemort raised one of his long white fingers and put it very close to Harry's cheek.

"His mother left upon him the traces other sacrifice....This is old magic, I should have remembered it, I was foolish to overlook it...but no matter. I can touch him now."

Harry felt the cold tip of the long white finger touch him, and thought his head would burst with the pain. Voldemort laughed softly in his ear, then took the finger away and continued addressing the Death Eaters.

- Taken From: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Voldemort admits his own wordless/wandless curse hit him 7 fold, yet he survived, less then a spirit, nor a ghost, but he lived:

"I miscalculated, my friends, I admit it. My curse was deflected by the woman's foolish sacrifice, and it rebounded upon myself. Aaah...pain beyond pain, my friends; nothing could have prepared me for it. I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost...but still, I was alive. What I was, even I do not know...I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality. You know my goal - to conquer death. And now, I was tested, and it appeared that one or more of my experiments had worked...for I had not been killed, though the curse should have done it. Nevertheless, I was as powerless as the weakest creature alive, and without the means to help myself...for I had no body, and every spell that might have helped me required the use of a wand....

"I remember only forcing myself, sleeplessly, endlessly, second by second, to exist....I settled in a faraway place, in a forest, and I waited....Surely, one of my faithful Death Eaters would try and find me...one of them would come and perform the magic I could not, to restore me to a body..., but I waited in vain.

Voldemort has used wandless magic multiple times. Take for one when with the wave of his hand he knocked down Harry Potter, but we'll go to a couple other instences before that.

1:46 wordlessly, without a spell, he makes Harry Potter bow to his feet in pain. Saying the word "Bow" isn't a spell.

1:51 He wandlessly knocks Harry Potter down to his feet with his hand.

2:08, wandlessly and wordlessly he uses his hand and deflects Expellimarus with it (I can't think of any other Wizard but Dumbledore who can deflect spells with his bare hand)

2:43 He wandlessly levitates harry's body (a mental spell) making him get up.

2:46 Without a word he casts Avada Kedavra, the instant killing curse.

0:12 Voldemort pushes the Giant's body, wandlessly, with his hand

0:06 Wandlessly disarms Harry..I would see no problem with Voldemort waving his hand, and if Harry had a gun disarming him of that,

Voldemort, without a word and wandlessly transfigures Dumbledore's fire rope into a snake:

Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and waved it as though brandishing a whip. A long thin flame flew from the tip; it wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all. For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore had won, but then the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold on Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Dumbledore.

Taken From: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter 36

Teleportation/reflexes

Voldemort is a master at teleportation and can teleport at instant and thought, he also has very good reflexes such as casting spells without speaking, waving his hand and disarming/knocking someone down, etc.

As a spell is speeding at instant, Voldemort conjures a silver shield before it kills him. The spell, even though it was forceful, caused no damage to the shield

Dumbledore flicked his own wand: the force of the spell that emanated from it was such that Harry, though shielded by his golden guard, felt his hair stand on end as it passed and this time Voldemort was forced to conjure a shining silver shield out of thin air to deflect it. The spell, whatever it was, caused no visible damage to the shield, though a deep, gong-like note reverberated from it--an oddly chilling sound.

Voldemort has the speed to react to teleporters that go at instant and at second:

Voldemort raised his wand and another jet of green light streaked at Dumbledore, who turned and was gone in a whirling of his cloak. Next second, he had reappeared behind Voldemort and waved his wand towards the remnants of the fountain. The other statues sprang to life.

Dumbledore was not fast enough to react to Voldemort's avada kedavra, so a centaur took the hit instead of Dumbledore:

Another jet of green light flew from behind the silver shield. This time it was the one-armed centaur, galloping in front of Dumbledore, that took the blast and shattered into a hundred pieces,

Voldemort teleports and then strikes at Dumbledore instantly if it hadn't been for the Fawkes the Curse would have killed Dumbledore, due to him being occupied by the snake :

Voldemort vanished; the snake reared from the floor, ready to strike--

There was a burst of flame in midair above Dumbledore just as Voldemort reappeared, standing on the plinth in the middle of the pool where so recently the five statues had stood.

'Look out!' Harry yelled.

But even as he shouted, another jet of green light flew at Dumbledore from Voldemort's wand and the snake struck--

Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide and swallowed the jet of green light whole: he burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one long, fluid movement--the snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; and the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass.

Voldemort had incredible reflexes in this battle, and he also destroyed a large, big window and controlled the shards of glass accordingly:

1:42 Voldemort destroys a window with a giant scream and sends the shards to Dumbledore, if he hadn't put up his transfiguration shield, he would have been killed.

Possession:

Voldemort is a master of possession, and once possessed Harry:

He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creatures began: they were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape--

And when the creature spoke, it used Harry's mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move ...

'Kill me now, Dumbledore ...'

Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again ...

'If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy ...'

Let the pain stop, thought Harry ... let him kill us ... end it, Dumbledore ... death is nothing compared to this ...

And I'll see Sirius again ...

And as Harry's heart filled with emotion, the creatures coils loosened, the pain was gone; Harry was lying face down on the floor, his glasses gone, shivering as though he lay upon ice, not wood ...

Voldemort mentioned as his own curse effected him, he only had one power, possession:

Only one power remained to me. I could possess the bodies of others. But I dared not go where other humans were plentiful, for I knew that the Aurors were still abroad and searching for me.

I sometimes inhabited animals - snakes, of course, being my preference - but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill adapted to perform magic...and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long....

Voldemort's legilimency also aids him in possession, he is also an accomplished Occlumens.

Transfiguration:

Voldemort is a master of Transfiguration and has transfigured a rope into a fiery snake, that looks like Fiendfyre.

A long thin flame flew from the tip; it wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all. For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore had won, but then the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold on Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Dumbledore.

Voldemort vanished; the snake reared from the floor, ready to strike--

There was a burst of flame in midair above Dumbledore just as Voldemort reappeared, standing on the plinth in the middle of the pool where so recently the five statues had stood.

Legilimency:

Snape mentions Voldemort being extremely skilled at it:

Snape looked back at him for a moment and then said contemptuously, 'Surely even you could have worked that out by now, Potter? The Dark Lord is highly skilled at Legilimency --'

'What's that? Sir?'

'It is the ability to extract feelings and memories from another person's mind--'

'He can read minds?' said Harry quickly, his worst fears confirmed.

'You have no subtlety, Potter,' said Snape, his dark eyes glittering. 'You do not understand fine distinctions. It is one of the shortcomings that makes you such a lamentable potion-maker.'

Snape paused for a moment, apparently to savour the pleasure of insulting Harry, before continuing.

'Only Muggles talk of "mind-reading". The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader, the mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter-- or at least, most minds are.' He smirked. 'It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly. The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him.

This is all so far. So here's my point on Voldemort, he's not some weak being. He is a quick man with horcruxes who can do many things, many things I am still searching for. So comment accordingly and be nice, please.