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‘Why did you betray us, you cowardly swine?” she spat at him. But her attention was focused on the ground, not at Jack.
Jack laughed. “I’m not Jack Webster. Jack’s been dead for over a month. I’m a ScapeRune spy, a shapechanger. I’ve been tasked with following Roal for almost a year now,” he was totally deranged now.
*No more idle talk. Bye,” he said, his faced fixed in an evil leer.
“Bye. . . .” Selvaria answered softly.
Jack pulled the trigger just as Selvaria thrust her arm back, and the heavy metal drop doors they were both standing on dropped out from under them.
***
They fell fast. Jack tried to spread out, in a vain attempt to slow his rapid descent. He drew his pistol again, determined to kill Selvaria.
But she had already fallen away, her streamlined drop suit and bullet shaped pose driving her down through the air far faster than Jack.
At the last second, before she hit the ground, her Parachute opened and she gently glided down, landing on a small hill.
Jack’s landing was much harder and faster.
His body splattered against the ground and burst like a tomato. Blood exploded out, drenching the ground and staining it a deep red.
One thing was for sure. He was screaming when he died.

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Selvaria shrugged off the heavy parachute unit, folded it quickly back into its bag and started jogging back towards the others. During the fight they had come over a mile north, and she was almost at the edge of the badlands.
Her wounded leg exploded with pain as the put it down, and she crashed down into the dust. She roared in pain and grabbed her leg involuntarily.
“Hawk, any chance of a pickup? I’m kinda injured here,” she said into her helmet.
“Sure thing boss. Coming over now,* Hawk’s voice crackled over her helmet.
The black Nightwing plane lowered itself out of the dark grey cloud brooding overhead and landed twenty metres away from Selvaria in a cloud of choking dust. The sliding doors opened and Hawk came out, pushing a small folding trolley/stretcher.
Selvaria groaned in pain as she was lifted into the hold. Hawk quickly jabbed a needle into her arm, and the pain quickly vanished.
Then the doors slammed shut and Hawk slowly powered up, not wanting to unnecessarily jolt his captain.
It took them almost half an hour to get back, although it had taken barely five minutes to get there, because Hawk was being so careful with his flying.
When they got back, most people were already loaded into the TRS transports, and three low mounds lay in the shadow of the shattered buildings, the last resting place of the three White Knights killed by Ark Angel. The ScapeRune bodies lay where they fell.
The only people left were Dorn and Fang, with Roal standing between them.
How’s that possible? Selvaria though. I saw him get shot in the back of the head.
***
The twelve elves stood in a dark room, arrayed around a large table grown out of the living wood of the Grand Tree. They were the Elven Lords, the council that ruled the Elven nation since their last King, Teoreth II, was slain in the great siege of Ardougne and he had no direct descendant.

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They were clad in sable cloth, close-fitting and thin but far tougher than anything humans had created. They wore no armour, but each bore their chose of weapon, mostly sword or bow. The only weapons not there were guns, which the elves had never used unless in the direness of need.
The large doors opened and another elf came in. He was far taller and fairer than any of the other elven Lords present. He appeared younger than the others, and wore a pair of swords on his back and the silver-encrusted hilt of a dirk gleamed from his knee-high boots.
“Welcome, Lord Deother, we are glad that you could make. Everyone, be seated,” spoke the elf at the head of the table. The other twelve Lords, including Deother, sat on chairs which suddenly appeared behind them.
“As you all know, the time which was foretold at the end of the Third Age has come. Countless forces march towards the human city of Ardougne. Untold millions await on the other side of the gate into ScapeRune. There is no way the humans can withstand the storm that comes from their sister world.
But the prophet has foretold of the arrival of the Disciple of Guthix. He is the one destined to finally bring balance to the Twin Worlds.
The path that is laid before the feet of the Disciple is unclear at this early stage. But Guthix has spoken to one among us, the Lord Deother. I will let him speak of that which he has seen, as he is the one to have seen it,” the Elven Lord said slowly.
Deother stood up.
“Two nights ago on the eve of my departure for Ardougne to aid the human forces, Guthix spoke to me in my dreams. He spoke much of matters which he bade me not disclose, but he also told of the companions which must accompany the Disciple to the Twin World.
First is the Cursed One, Disciple of the False God.”
There was several startled and angry looks at this and many of the Lords shared a glance.

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“Seconds is the Serpents Tooth, a human from their realm of Falador.
Third is the Falcons Claw, another human from the Gno(ck Alliance, the Disciples own land.
Fourth, is the Hawk, again from the Alliance.
Finally, the Blade Lord, last of the High Elves,” Deother finished.
“Are those the exact words of Guthix?” inquired one of the other Lords.
“They are, Lord Nilarton. They are carved into the back of my eyes with green fire, although they are dimming now as I have said them,” Deother replied.
“It is obviously you of which Guthix speaks, Lord Deother. You are the last descendant of Alkeoth the Great, leader of the Glittering Host. You are truly the last High Elf,” another Lord chimed in.
“It is decided then. Lord Deother shall travel as fast as is possible to the lands before the gate to the Twin World. For the rest of you, gather what strength you can muster. For the first time in two ages the Elven lands shall be bereft of warriors. All strength must be gathered at Ardougne to stem the tide for long enough for the Disciple to fulfill his task. Inform the human lands as soon as possible. Once Ardougne falls all of Runescape shall soon follow,” said the Lord at the head of the table, a note of finality in his voice.

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***
“You’re not serious!” Selvaria said incredulously.
“I’m always serious. I thought you’d have learned that by now,* Dorn replied scathingly.
“You’re trying to make me believe that he’s under the protection of a god and he has to go to ScapeRune or we’re all dead! You’re saying that this pilot is going to save all of Runescape, and that we have to get into ScapeRune, something no one’s ever done before, go to the other side of the continent, kidnap someone more closely guarded than anyone else and then get back by the end of the year! It’s ridiculous!” she yelled, outraged.
“Yes,” Roal replied.
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” she said, her brow creasing.
Roal considered this for a second.
“Yes,” he replied.
“No more talking! Get in those transports NOW!* Dorn yelled.
“What if I don’t want to?” Selvaria retorted angrily.
“You lost you’re freedom of choice when you boarded your plane to come to this stinking hell-hole. Now get going!” Dorn roared, his eyes flaring red.

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Chapter 21: The First Line of Defence
The dark stones of the fort gleaned in the silvery moonlight, casting dappled shadows down the narrow and twisted valley.
A small group of six men stood on a narrow winding path on the side of one of the pass walls. They were going slowly, careful nod to slip on the loose stones and fall down the steep slopes to their death at the bottom of the pass nearly a thousand feet below.
“Sir, nothing to report, over,” the leader said into his helmet.
“Very well sergeant, return to the top entrance. Make sure it’s double-locked when you get in. No-one else is going out tonight,” came a crackly voice back over his radio.
“Yes sir,* the sergeant replied, signaling to his men to start heading back.
Half an hour later they came to a place where the path widened and led to a small plateau, hemmed in on three sides by indomitable rocky walls. In the wall opposite them was a small hydraulic door, on either side of which was several gun emplacements. Though the door looked flimsy, it was incredibly strong, and was easily capable of holding against anything that anything coming up the path would have at their disposal.
As the six men came to the hydraulic door it hissed and popped outwards, then slid to the side as it did so, revealing a stone corridor about twenty metres long leading to a hole in the floor with a ladder in it.
“Are you the last ones?” came a voice to the sergeant’s right.
He looked, to see someone standing on the stairs leading up to the gun emplacements.
“Yeah, no-one else is going out,” he replied.
The other man nodded, pressing a button on a panel next to his hand.
Instantly the door began to close, snapping shut with a loud noise that echoed off the rocky walls.
***

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***
The fort was at the head of the second largest valley in the mountains north of the Feldip Hills. It was created after the great siege of Ardougne, after the ScapeRune forces were driven back. Its primary function was to serve as a blockade, to stop anyone coming up the pass.
There were a number of these forts at the head of every pass large enough to get a sizable force through.
They had been taken and lost many times during the War, as the ScapeRune lines moved forward then backward.
It had been nearly twenty years since the Runescape forces had pushed south enough to hold this force, and they had only done so recently because the ScapeRune forces had pulled back.
Some of the systems were faulty and many paths were blocked. But it would hold long enough to get a message back to HQ.
Or so the Ardougne generals thought.
***
The men marched through the head of the twisting pass in perfect formation, each one exactly in time with the rest.
They were a whole regiment of ScapeRune’s crack siege force. Each man had a grenade launcher slung over his back and a shotgun in his hands. More came behind with missile batteries on the backs of small trucks.
All in all there were exactly a thousand men and 10 missile batteries of three trucks.
Inside the base there were barely four hundred sleeping soldiers.
They opened fire.
***
The first wave of rockets blasted off their racks, rocketing towards the fort.
Another salvo shortly followed, and another, and another.
The fort’s reinforced walls were blown to pieces, obliterated in an instant. Huge chunks of masonry the size of tanks fell away and the huge reinforced gates were blown open by a direct hit of ten missiles. The reinforce metal glowed as the rockets* heat melted it.
By now the infantry had reached the walls and were climbing through the huge holes, blowing any resistance away with no effort.

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Of the 425 men in the fort less than 3 quarters survived the barrage. Of that, barely twenty made it to the vehicle garage at the back, so fierce was the fighting in the corridors and the skill of the siege troops.
In the siege regiment, only fifty men were killed.
They reformed and told their superiors of their success.
Then they marched forward.
Towards Ardougne.
***
The same was happening all over the mountains. By the time the sun had risen there wasn’t a single pass held by Runescapes forces.
***
The planes flew just above the cloud layer. Below them the rough and uneven surface of the top of the clouds looked like a white ocean, spreading out in all directions as far as they could see.
Inside one of the TRS transports Dorn was holding a council of war.
“Roal must get to ScapeRune but the new year. Everything else is secondary,” he was saying.
“You’re saying that we don’t matter. Don’t you care how many of us die so long as you get what you want?” Fang said.
“Not really. But it’s not what I want; it’s what needs to happen. The real question is: how many of your men are prepared to sacrifice themselves to end the war?” he replied.
Fang opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, looking around at his men preparing for any upcoming battles, fixing equipment, bandaging comrades and stowing the heavy equipment.
“That doesn’t matter,” Roal cut in, “the real problem is that we have to cut past half the ScapeRune army, and we’re running out of fuel. We might have enough to get to the Feldip Hills, but that’s unlikely.”

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“This is nothing like half the ScapeRune army! This is barely a small contingent and it’s holding back the combined might of all of your nations. If they put out even half of the forces they have had long prepared against you, you would be swept aside like leaves in a storm.
However, I have received a message from someone seeking to aid us. He should shed some light on the current situation and help us get past their lines.
However, he has been instructed that only five others shall accompany him to ScapeRune. So I suggest that we land somewhere nearby, wait for him to catch up and then we shall go with him and the rest of you can head for a friendly base,” Dorn said.
“What, we’re going to invade ScapeRune single handedly?” Fang scoffed.
“We’re not going to be invading, we’re going to be sneaking in,” Roal replied.
“Still . . .” Fang said, unconvinced.
“Just tell your men. NOW!* Dorn told him.
***
Deother ran through the narrow pass, the wind whipping his face with dust and small stones.
He moved far faster than any human would deem possible. His body was perfectly poised, like a cheetah sprinting for an antelope. He passed through the five kilometer long pass in just over six minutes, and came out onto a small plateau.
Rolled out beneath him was a wide vista. On his left was Yanille, still smoking from the battle that had taken place there over a month ago. On his right lay the mountain range that lay where the land narrowed and the earth was tortured by almost constant eruptions of volcanoes and, every once in a while, violent earthquakes.
Between them was a sea of jungle, spreading out from south of the mountains and drowning the land north of them with thick rainforest.
He jerked out of his reverie and starting running down a path on his left leading to the rainforest a thousand feet below. He did*’t have time for sight-seeing at the moment.

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The path was steep and broken, thanks to a thousand years exposed to the elements. In places it simply slipped away, leaving huge voids in the middle of the road.
But Deother simply jumped over these gaps and broken sections, traversing the rough terrain like a mountain goat. He was moving just as fast as on open terrain, barely breathing hard.
In about three minutes he was down and turned south, heading for the rendezvous he had organized with Dorn telepathically. It was only 35 kilometres away, although the rainforest might slow him a bit. But he would easily get there by dark, when Dorn estimated he and the others would arrive.

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