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He leaped to the next one, balancing on the rough surface. He leapt and made a full flip in the air, quickly knocking another arrow and shooting a skeleton square in the ribs.

He quickly leapt again, but this time with a rotation that even a car wheel couldn’t match. The spinning figure knocked about a dozen arrows and strung them on his bow. With a yell, the giant spinning figure let out a fury of arrows, shooting again and again around the area.

Three of them hit the skeletons in the ribs, while the other arrows found their ways into their limbs, with the exception of one that shot itself into the eye socket of a skeleton.

Cëril landed with a crash on top of some coal rocks, and he doubled over on the floor. Blood came rushing out from his sides, and he started to bleed like a punctured water balloon. He looked around, and saw piles of skeletons dumped on top of each other, bones scattered around the area.

The adventurers started to cheer, but soon followed up with a large gasp as they noticed his wounds. A few magicians crowded around him, and started to magically repair the damage. Cëril stood up, and the helpless civilians cheered. Their victory was short-lived however, as a chuckle emitted from the darkness.

In the dark chasm of the gate to the mining guild, a figure with yellow eyes made itself visible. It was a giant skeleton, but it was much different than the others. Its bones were a grayish tone, and it had eyes, those deep yellow eyes... Its teeth gleamed with pride and blood; the tartar making the sight all the more gruesome.

The skeleton was about ten feet tall, perhaps more. It walked back into the darkness and came back a few moments later with about thirty bodies stacked up on top of each other. “It was a wonder that such skinny bones could lift such impossible weight,” thought Cëril.

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When Cëril started to closely examine the bodies more, he noticed that there were bite marks all over them, scattered all around the body from their heads to their legs. Some were still bleeding; others were a grey clammy color, obviously long dead.

The skeleton went back into the darkness, and screams echoed throughout the cave. It came back with a flailing body, still alive. It sank its teeth into its chest, and the man howled with pain.

The skeleton's head jerked back, and the man's heart came with it, the veins and arteries dangling from the outer surface of the heart, still attached.

The man's heart was still pumping blood, scattering droplets of red liquid spilling out across the floor. Cëril’s heart skipped a beat, as he shook his head to try to regain his thoughts. The skeleton cackled and came closer. It grasped the bars of the gate, and forced them open with much strength. It walked through the gap in the gate and toward the adventurers, laughing helplessly.



You stood there, watching the gruesome sight of Sir Vyvin dead on the floor. The Zamorakian soldiers looked in your direction, and charged. With fury, you screamed, “Sir Vyvin will be avenged!”

The soldiers charged, and you ripped the scythe out, and held it high above your head. You charged and decapitated one, easily sending a geyser of blood rushing toward the ceiling.

The other soldier was behind you, and you jerked the scythe back and caught the soldier in the ribs. The scythe easily ripped through the chain mail, and tore it apart like wet paper. You then swing your scythe into his hip, and he screams. He continues to shout, as you rip the scythe across his body. The skin rips apart, making a gory scene that will be engraved in your mind forever more.

You roar with satisfaction, and climb up the next flight of stairs.

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You see white knights fighting off Zamorakian soldiers. The knights attacking with two handed swords were a fairly good match for those soldiers carrying swords red with the blood of those they’ve slain. You decide that they’re pretty well off, and climb up the stairs continuously until you reach the top. There you saw a black cloak, with a black hood pulled over the mysterious figure. You walk toward the figure, and it turns around to reveal the face of Zamorak’s son, Iban.

“You! You’re the one that led this slaughter!” you scream.

“Ah yes, and who might you be? I do hope that you’re not another one of those simple adventurers trying to kill me in a valiant attempt to protect his people? That amuses me, it does.”

“No, you don’t understand. I’m the Grim Reaper.”



The skeleton edged closer and closer to the cowering adventurers, Cëril standing in front. “Go away! Why must you hunt the innocent?”

The skeleton gave a cackle and said in a cold voice, “I’m not hunting the innocent. I’m hunting the guilty.”

The skeleton ran toward Cëril, and slammed its hands down in an attempt to crush him. With much athleticism, he dove out of the way.

The skeleton swiftly turned about and reached for Cëril, and caught its prey. “Now you’re mine!” it screamed as it flashed its shiny, yellow teeth. It started to close its teeth down on the left part of his chest, where his heart lay.

Cëril struggled, like a desperate animal trying to avoid testing by squirming out of its cage, but to no avail. Cëril made a desperate attempt to grab the skeleton’s skull, and he managed to push its head away. The skeleton resisted its push, edging closer and closer to his heart. The elf was strong however, and pushed with all its might. The skull started to crack, sending the echo running down the eerie tunnel.

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Cëril’s grasp slipped, and the skeleton moved its head toward his chest again. Cëril attempted a hook punch by slamming his fist into the side of its head. The blow proved more than needed to get the skeleton off. It flew into the wall, and landed in a heap of bones.

The adventurers stared wide-eyed at Cëril, and started to cheer. Suddenly, the bones started to shake, and pull themselves together. The eyes found the sockets, the bones found their joints, and the entire skeleton pieced itself together. The skeleton stood up, and said, “You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, I hope! There’s plenty more to come, don’t you worry…”



Iban swirled around, facing you. “The Grim Reaper! Ah, you’re the one that my father keeps speaking about. I have received a message.”

Iban paused, as if waiting for you to urge him to continue speaking. At last he spoke, "The message said 'Kill the Grim Reaper.' I'll not defy orders, so let the showdown begin!!"

He floated up in the air, staff in hand. You followed suit, holding on to the scythe. It was the battle atop the Falador castle. Iban flew forward, and pointed his staff at you.

A magic blast came flying at you, and you quickly maneuvered out of the way. You flew forward with your scythe, and slashed at his side. It was a hit! He fell to the ground, and blood started to trickle out of his side. Suddenly, his staff started to shake and laid itself on the wound. It immediately healed, and Iban was up and standing yet again.

“Come on, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?” Iban asked menacingly.

You flew forward, and Iban flew upward. He dove head first into your back, and you came crashing down into the courtyard of the castle. A crater formed where you crashed, and you slowly got back up. Iban again made a head first dive, smashing into you yet again.

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You winced, starting to feel the pain vibrate throughout your skeletal system. You started to crawl, and Iban hit you with a magic blast. It knocked you down to the ground, and you started to hyperventilate. The scythe started to move, and you grasped on with the little energy you had left.

When you touched the scythe, a flood of adrenaline rushed into your veins, and the fight resumed. You flew through the air, and slashed at Iban. He ducked and swung with his staff like a club. You somersaulted in the air, and slashed yet again. It grazed his cheek, and you swung again, taking advantage of the pause.

It hit him in his torso, and he fell to the floor. He hit the stairs, and rolled down. He crashed against each stair, sending a mass of a body flipping down onto the floor. Yet, the staff started to shake, and rapidly moved across his body, healing all wounds. “How the hell can I expect to defeat an enemy that heals because of that magic staff! That son of a…” you trailed off, as Iban floated toward you, and shot another magic blast at you. You spun around, and it just missed you. “Aha! I know how to beat you!” you scream.

“You can’t beat me, no one can!” Iban screamed. You flew forward, and made a rapid slash attack. Iban then started to fly away, and you chased after him. The two of you were fast as bullets, flashes in the sky.

He started to fly toward the Dwarven mine entrance, going into the mining guild. You followed, and you ended up in a dark cavern. Iban shot a magic blast, which lit up the area a bit. For a split-second, you saw a giant skeleton heading toward a group of people.

Another magic blast and you yet again avoided it. This time, you were sure of the sight. You flew toward the area, and Iban followed. A giant skeleton was headed toward a group of people. As the skeleton grabbed an elf, you recognized who it was and exclaimed, "Ceril!"

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You flew towards it and swung your scythe. It hit the skeleton in the neck, and easily chopped off its head. Cëril then spoke and said, “You can’t do that! Whatever you do, it pieces itself back together!”

Despite his protests, the bones of the skeleton didn't move. “What the… Oh! Your scythe! You didn't only slash apart its body, you reaped its soul! Ha! The cold and lifeless wretched bag of bones!” Cëril screamed in satisfaction.

Iban started to shoot magic blasts at you, but you flew out of the way. “Give it up Iban, it’s no use. I’m too fast for any of your tactics,” you say.

“Ha! You fool! You have no clue do you? I wasn’t aiming for you. Cave in!!" screamed Iban as he flew out of the cavern and away towards the horizon.

“Hurry, this way!” you exclaim.

The adventurers followed, and you ran up the steps. The stones started to fall, and the cavern started to break down. The entire cavern rumbled, and you screamed. It was not a scream of satisfaction or bravery, it was one of fear.

The havoc was spreading, and you rushed out the adventurers. Finally, every last adventurer was gone, and a huge noise echoed throughout the city. The entire mine caved in, blocked off from every entrance. Every single ore was destroyed, and the Dwarven Mines were no more.
Cëril then said, “So much lost, yet so little achieved. However, you have earned yourself a new nickname. You deserve the title, ‘The Savior!’"

The desolate city was in pieces, but perhaps repairable, with much determination and effort. Adventurers ran out of the city, but Cëril and you stood there, observing the endless damage.

It was completely deserted. Everything had died down, and hundreds of bodies lie dead on the ground. You muttered a word under your breath.

“What?” Cëril asked.

You spoke it again, this time louder. Then finally you screamed the one word that was on your mind. Death.

END OF CHAPTER 2.7

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“Death!!” you scream.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ll always be there for you. Just calm down…”

“It’s not right!! They were innocent civilians, they didn't deserve to die. It’s all because of me!

“No it’s not! Don’t say that! It's Zamorak's fault, you understand me? It’s not yours!”

“It is, and I shouldn’t have betrayed Zamorak’s word.”

“Ah, but you’re wrong. If you hadn’t betrayed him, I wouldn’t be alive right now."

You gave a ghost of a smile, and asked, “But what are we to do now?"

"The only thing we really can do. We must go save the rest of the cities, starting with the closest, being Varrock,” Cëril said.

"You don't understand. I don't want more death. They killed Sir Vyvin. It was such a gruesome sight, and they’re probably doing the same to King Roald. I just can’t stand doing this anymore.”

“But if you quit, think about how many more lives will be lost because you didn't help. You saved many lives, but you don't want to admit it. The world is a hard place, and it will always be that way.”

Suddenly, a crowd of dwarves started to form around Falador square, observing the damage. The one in front spoke. “They have destroyed our most prized possessions. They have destroyed the mines which we have long used. The city is repairable, the mines are not. All those ores are now gone, and we are all on the verge of suicide. Zamorak should die!!”

The dwarves’ faces were grim; some were even crying. Cëril then said, “We’re sorry to hear about it. I…We will try our best to repair your mines. However, now we must go to Varrock and save the world from further destruction.”

The dwarf waddled over and grasped Cëril by the shoulders, his hands trembling. His eyes started to shine and glitter due to the mass of tears built up from happiness. He said, “You should be praised with the highest of ore. If you ever repair our mines, you can have the dwarves’ trust anytime.

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Whenever you are in need of help, call us dwarves. We will come and fight, anytime and anywhere.”

“Thank you for your promise, and I will try my best to handle my end of the bargain. For now, we must save the city of Varrock. We must be off, thank you!” Cëril said, and dashed into the sunset.

You followed and made your way to Varrock. You raced up the steps and observed the piled mess of the Dwarven Mines, set aside in a heap of rubble and stone. You ran through Barbarian Village and walked down the winding road to the city of Varrock. There, you could hear yelling from behind the city walls.

“Give me the money! Shut up, stop your screaming, and give the money!!”

You ran into the city and saw that the siege of Varrock had just begun. Zamorakian soldiers piled into the city, attacking adventurers along the way. Meanwhile, a group of soldiers were attacking the Varrock bank. The soldier had a dagger next to a banker’* neck, and she started to burst out in tears.

"Shut up! You hear me? Shut up!!” the soldier screamed, but she kept crying.

He slid a dagger through her neck and she fell to the floor in a mess of blood. You ran forward with Cëril just in time to catch the soldier behind another banker. You put him in a headlock, and screamed violently.

The soldier’s head started to turn red as he clawed at you in an attempt to be released. He made short gasps for air and fell to the floor. You leaped on top of him and grasped him by the neck. You shook his head back and forth, hitting the floor again and again. You took your scythe in your other hand and slashed him across the face.

He started to shake back and forth, screaming. You showed no mercy. You slashed again and again across his face, sending a multitude of deep scratches across it. Suddenly, a dreadful thought came into your mind. “The Grand Exchange!!”

You leaped off the dead body and ran out of the bank.

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You ran into The Grand Exchange to see it in flames. The bankers were panicking, and hiding under the counter. The Dragonkin were circling around, and one swooped forward and grabbed a banker.

With its claws, it ripped the body in two and threw it away like it was garbage. Suddenly, its head jerked in your direction, and its eyes narrowed. It swooped down, and you leaped up. You flipped in the air and managed to land on the Dragonkin’s back.

You sat down and grasped either wing. You yanked to the left and the Dragonkin swirled around to face west. “Ha! Not so much of a strong beast now, are you? I’ll ride you like a horse, you dirty Zamorakian filth!”

It screeched trying to shake you off, but you grasped firmly onto its wings. You maneuvered it to dive down and let it land. The slow descent was tranquil for one moment, but the gruesome battlefield completely tore that thought apart.

“Quickly! Get on its back!!” you scream.

A group of bankers and adventurers climbed on its back, and you steered it upwards. Another Dragonkin followed you and rammed you from behind. The Dragonkin twirled twice in confusion and whirled around to face the opposing beast.

The opposing Dragonkin breathed a ball of fire in your direction. In a great aerial tactic, your Dragonkin spun around and spat a fireball. The ball collided with the opposing Dragonkin and it roared in pain. The burning flesh descended to the ground as the Dragonkin fell rapidly toward the ground and landed in a crash on the floor. It screeched again, and lolled its head to the side, dead.


Cëril watched as a giant Dragonkin with a group of riders flew through the air. He turned around to see a group of soldiers come running through the bank, axes high in the air. Cëril knew that he was easily outmatched and screamed, “Get out of the bank!! Get into a wide open area where you can run.

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