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2005

A Mad Hatter

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The Spider ignored Skin’s ramblings as he moved further to the right to behold one last picture. This one showed a woman with bat-like features, what looked like a massive Goblin or Ork, and a statue of sorts fighting the creature from the last picture. Among the combatants number stood a man in swirling robes covered with odd tattoos, his face locked into an eternal scream of rage. Or pain. The Spider couldn’t tell, but beside the man lay a corpse of sorts with the symbol of Zaros branded on his chest.
“I…have not seen this before,” Skin said. “Can it come to us? Will my servants be there in the end?”
“So I take it this is a prediction, isn’t it?” the Spider asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
“Mayhap. Or it may have been an attempt at Returning before I was around. Before the Sovereignty and its Fall.”
“I doubt it. I mean, that strange corpse? It has the symbol of Zaros. I don’t know much about the deity, but I do know that it’s a relatively recent being as far as gods go.”
“Wait…that symbol…how can it be? That’s the sigil of Lord Lucifer!”
“Who?”
“A Lord of Dark and Alien Magiks,” Skin replied. “But…he had died. Eons before the Cycle had even started. How can it be?”
“I’m not liking this one bit,* the Spider replied as he shifted back to the normal world. The symbols faded as the shadows coughed him out. “But I do know I’m not going the path that…that…the…thing. Strife. Whatever it is. I’m not following it. So let’s just keep going straight, alright?”
“Perhaps the wisest choice I had heard from you this entire time,” Skin agreed. “Lead the way.”
“Great,” the Spider murmured glumly as he ventured further into the base. “Just what I need. A suit of armor with a sense of humor.”
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09-Jan-2012 02:44:48

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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The sounds of battle echoed throughout the pristine walls of the White Knight’s castle, much to the disdain of Swordmaster Karn and his apprentice. The bear of a man, eager for battle as he was, couldn’t stand the idea of goblins-gods blasted goblins, for Saradomin’s sake!- even entertaining the thought of invading Falador, much less actually getting somewhere with it! And judging by the awkward movements of his apprentice, who was a scrawny farm boy that had been literally dragged into the White Knight’s squire program by his family as punishment for an unknown crime, so was the lad.
However, by sorcery or something else entirely, the little green monstrosities had somehow mustered up enough Manticores, Basilisks, Cockatrices, Vampyric knights, and who knows what else to actually breach the city’s defenses, and as trained as Karn was, he knew that his simple white armor and weapons wouldn’t hold up against an entire army of the creatures, much less their strange allies.
“Where are we goin’?” his apprentice whined. “There’s a bunch of goblins to kill out there, so why aren’t we out there fighting them?”
“Because of the first rule of survival,” Karn replied flatly. “Remember what I told you on your first day of training?”
The boy looked around as if the question was more confusing than it actually was. “Don’t drink on the job?” he asked, hoping that the reply was satisfactory.
“Lad, that is exactly why you’re not out there defending the castle,” Karn snarled as the pair came to a stop outside of an old storage area. “Nay, the first rule of any battle is simple: Know your limits! And in this case, we’re outnumbered and probably outpowered if any of those beasties helping the goblins gets close enough. ”

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09-Jan-2012 02:45:28

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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“So we’ll need good equipment then,” the apprentice replied. “Makes me wish I was a mage instead. That would be more fun than this right now!*
Swordmaster Karn sighed, and turned to open the rickety door. “Boy,” he began as he tugged the door open. “We’re the gods damned White Knights. Do you honestly think we’ve warred against the Kinshra this long without anti-beast equipment?”
“Well,” the apprentice replied. “There’s always…holy hells, what is that smell?!”
“Wha…” Karn said. He sniffed the air as he stepped into the darkened storage unit, only to be assaulted by the dank embrace of a horrid stench. If he did*’t know any better, he would have attributed it to decay, but this was an armory storage area, not a mortuary. What could possibly be decaying in a room like this?
What was worse, he heard the muffled sound of something crunching, and it seemed to come from all directions. Karn nervously drew his sword, and whispered a short incantation that had caused a small light to float in the air around him. The illumination revealed nothing save for the usual barrels and sacks of weapons and armor scattered around the room, though curiously enough there were a few dark stains covering the walls in random patterns. Karn heard some more odd sounds coming from a corner farthest away from the door, causing him to move cautiously around the barrels to avoid drawing attention to himself.

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09-Jan-2012 02:45:52

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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His apprentice followed him closely. “Is that…blood?” the youth whispered a little too loudly for Karn’s liking.
The Swordmaster shook his head and signaled for silence. The sounds grew stronger as he drew closer to the corner. He peered over a barrel to see a hunched form of fur huddling close to something, and the decaying stench was strong as he heard the thing slurp and gurgle while doing its dark deeds.
“Boy,” Karn whispered. “When I give the signal, I want you to run and find Sir Amik. Tell him we have a problem…with…big rats.”
The form apparently heard Karn speak, for the thing reared up on two dainty yet clawed hind feet to full height. A whip-like tail curled around a stocky body as it turned to face them and reveal demented rat-like features on its face. Many a broken whisker graced its oddly narrow snout, and a pair of sharp teeth seemed to stab out from its snarling mouth, though Karn did see many tiny daggers lining its lower jaw. Pale yellow orbs stared into the Swordmaster’s eyes, and its flattened ears twitched in anticipation.
Swordmaster Karn stepped back as the wererat lunged at him with a squeal that would put any banshee to shame. Wretched claws raked against the White Knight’s armor with a screech, and Karn managed to slash the creature’s stomach with his sword.
“Run!” he screamed as he punched the wererat in the face, sending it sprawling to the ground. His apprentice snapped to attention, and ran as fast as he could to the door, weaving around the boxed and barrels of the storage area. But the strange lycanthrope was too fast, and had somehow barreled over Swordmaster Karn and buried a small steel dagger into the apprentice’s neck as he reached the threshold of the doorway.

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09-Jan-2012 02:46:17 - Last edited on 09-Jan-2012 02:46:29 by A Mad Hatter

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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Instinctively, Karn rolled to his feet and jumped over a crate that was in his way as the creature rushed out the door. The Swordmaster did*’t need to be a scholar to know that his fellow White Knights had seen the creature, for soon enough unnatural squeaks echoed through the corridors as his comrades began praying to Saradomin for strength and a steady sword arm.
The Swordmaster did*’t pause to check the body of his fallen charge. He knew from the blood spilling onto the ground that the youth wouldn’t live to see a healer if he wasn’t already dead, and even if he was alive…well, the threat of a wererat spreading its unholy disease among the ranks of Falador’s defenders was too great to ignore.
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Rock growled as he bit deeply into a White Knight’s neck and tasted the copper scent of blood on his gnarled nose. It took every ounce of concentration he had to keep his lycanthropic side from taking control, but it was worth the effort as the knight fell easily to his attacks.
The knight’s companions – he had run into a group of four after managing to avoid some blonde haired weapons master and his protégé back in what was supposed to be his own hiding place- eyed the wererat assassin warily through their visors. He could literally smell the tang of fear seeping from the pores of their skin, and he took the time to savor it as the burly knight from the storage area joined them, sword in hand.
“Swordmaster!” one of the knights cried out. “Thank Saradomin you’ve arrived!”
Rock coiled his tail to strike as the knights let the Swordmaster step forward to challenge him. The knight said something, but Rock did*’t listen as he lashed his tail straight at the knight’s head. But before the knight could react, Rock forced his tail to the ground, and slammed the knight’s feet with enough force to put a massive dent in his metal boots.

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09-Jan-2012 02:46:58 - Last edited on 09-Jan-2012 02:47:08 by A Mad Hatter

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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The Swordmaster looked down, only to get a rat tail to the face. His skin split perfectly in half from the attack, causing Rock to chuckle to himself in a way that made the remaining knights grow outright terrified as their superior’s body slumped to the ground lifelessly.
“By…by the might of…of…Sara…” one of the knights stuttered.
“Forget the prayers!” another screamed. “Just put a sword through that thing’s chest before it gets away!”
Rock did*’t bother to wait for the knights to make their move. The wererat got to the ground on all four of his paws, and began scurrying down the hall as fast as his rat-man body could carry him. Before he had reached the end of the hall, another group of five heavily armed knights stepped around a corner and into his path, causing him to come to a sudden halt. He had sensed that his pursuers weren’t too far behind him, but even if he did manage to kill a few of the new knights, chances are he would end up severely weakened in the process. After all, despite his enhanced strength in wererat form, he was still an assassin, not a brawler!
Looking over to his left, he saw a window overlooking the castle moat. Deciding he had no better options available, the wererat willed his form to shrink, and before the knights could even react, he was already out the window and scurrying up the side of the castle walls towards the top floor.
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09-Jan-2012 02:47:33

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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Unknown to Rock, a figure watched his progress through a crystal scrying glass in a darkened room. The man could only nod as he saw the wererat managed to quickly scale its way up to the top floor of the White Knight’s castle in record time, though he wasn’t all that surprised at the feat either.
The man tapped the crystal glass and whispered a command word. “Savant,” he said. “Are you there?”
An elderly woman appeared amidst a swirling vortex of mist that the mirror seemed to naturally contain. “Aye, I’m here,” she said. “What do you need now, sir?*
*Tell me,” the man replied. “Did our agent return from his mission yet?”
Savant squinted and lowered her head as if to read something. “I believe so,” she said. “But I must say…Agent Hound seems*out of sorts. Is he really needed for something now?*
*Tell him that we have a confirmed threat that’s right in line with his particular…expertise,” the man said. “A wererat is among the goblin forces invading out city, and…well…let’s just say that the other knights aren’t up to the task of getting rid of it.”
“So you want to send him in to deal with it,” Savant replied. “I’ll notify him, but don’t expect any miracles, sir. You and I know the terms we agreed to in order to secure his aid.”
“I’m well aware of them,” the man said. “But if he refuses, remind him that we’re the only ones with access to the knowledge he seeks. If he wants what we know about the Deciever and his Magistrates, he’ll have to earn it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Albert,” Savant replied. Her face was swallowed by the mist as he ended the communication spell, and replacing it was a scene of the entire City of White and its surrounding environs.

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09-Jan-2012 02:48:04

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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Sir Albert surveyed the chaos displayed in his scrying glass, and could only marvel at the sheer size of it all. While many goblins were running amok in the city, the majority of them were in formation around various parts of the White Knight’s castle walls, ready to cross the moat and lay waste to it at a moment’s notice.
Though that wasn’t to say that *every* goblin was in the city. Oh, definitely not. Albert’s attention was drawn to the fields north of the city, where a sizable group seemed to be locked in combat with…well, he did*’t know what. He could make out the vague form of an earth elemental in the middle of the chaos, but whether or not the creature was with or against the goblins was up to debate.
On the other hand, he was more than certain that a man in strange red garb in the middle of the fray was an enemy of the creatures and their handlers. He could make out a flowing mane of black hair against the crimson colors of his hat and cloak, and bolts of strange energy seemed to tear through the goblin ranks with reckless abandon. Even the black armored Raven Knights with the goblins seemed to be giving the stranger a wide berth, which made Albert smile in amusement.
“So, one can strike fear into the fearless after all,” he said to nobody in particular. “I must say, this can be very interesting indeed. But no matter. I think we shall meet very soon as it is.”
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09-Jan-2012 02:48:21

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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Stray beams of light assaulted the Spider’s eyes as the door came into view. It had only been a few minutes since he had slipped down the hall in the direction that Strife had come from, each step causing his paranoia to get the better of him. ‘Beware your shadow’ the strange madwoman had told him. Even though his gut tried telling him otherwise, he just knew it had to have been the strange armor she was referring to. After all, what else could she have been talking about? It had only been around five years since the Spider had come into possession of the strange suit, but it had never been a problem until now. Did*’t it?
“I sense anti-shadow magic ahead,” Skin said tactfully. “I fear I cannot help you should you wish to confront whatever lies beyond this door.”
“Can’t, or won’t?” the Spider whispered.
“Does it really matter?” Skin replied. “I’m sensing strange magic…and I believe your mate.”
“Myra? She’s not my mate,” the Spider said angrily. “She’s nothing like that at all.”
“Then why rush off to save her?” Skin asked. “Surely it could not be because you’re ultimately good at heart, can’t it? Or do you fancy yourself a gallant hero from the stories of old? Or maybe…”
“Enough,” the Spider replied tensely. “She’s helped me out in the past, so I’m returning the favor. You trying to make me doubt myself won’t do you any favors.”
“And I’m to believe you when you say that? Might I remind you that I’m only observing what I see and not attempting whatever malevolent plots your mind must be conjuring right now?*

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09-Jan-2012 02:49:06

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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The Spider mentally kicked himself at that point. It was pointless, he told himself. If his friend was in danger, he was going to go get her out whether or not the demon his armor supposedly possessed had anything to do with it.
But on the other hand…could he really trust that the spirit wasn’t somehow leading him to his death? Sure, it did*’t seem harmless for the moment, but even the most desperate of demons were known to hastily correct any weak positions they held when dealing with mortals.
“Ah to hell with it,” the Spider growled. The mercenary strode up to the door, and kicked it with enough force to cause Skin to gasp. Whether or not it was from surprise or the sudden pain that jarred the Spider’s leg was up to debate, but he did*’t pause to consider the reason as pure light temporarily blinded him to the sound of a dwarven accented voice shouting “By the Nine…who in the Deepforge are ya?”
“I’m just here for a girl,” the Spider replied. “Blonde hair, real leggy. Probably fits the damsel in distress bill if she’s here…”
“Spider, is that you?” he heard Myra ask. Her voice was unmistakable to his ears, and he felt relief wash over him at the realization that she wasn’t dead just yet.
“Oh for the love of…” the rough voice said. A snap sounded from the Spider’s right, and the light began dimming to reveal a room built from the same granite white material that the White Knight’s castle in Falador was famed for. Various table housing what appeared to be embalming tools and devices of ancient torture techniques lined the edges of the room, and a chandelier hanging over a slab of stone revealed Myra’s shocked face in the reflection of its golden surface.

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09-Jan-2012 02:49:33

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