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Saradomin sensed danger, and turned to the South. He saw that his people were being captured and killed, but he had to make Falador safe first, or he could not return them to it. He put the mole to sleep and teleported it back under the ground. Then he went to the South gate of the city to face his enemies.
“Saradomin, we have captured your people, and we will not hesitate to slaughter them all.” Vorlon called out to him, although the Zamorakians were still finishing up corralling them. “Give yourself up to us, and let us fight you, and we will return these people to you safely. Our quarrel is not against them, it is against you.”
Saradomin looked out at the Zamorakian warriors, and found Vorlon’s face. “Puny, evil little vermin!” he sneered, “Do you really think that you can stand up against me?”
Saradomin’s eyes began to glow. The Zamorakians who were down in the ambush prison were soon blinded by a bright, painful light. Some of the Falador citizens began to glow with the same painful light as Saradomin’s eyes. Strangely, the citizens who did*’t glow were just as damaged by the light as the Zamorakians. Even on the battlefield, the light broke the nighttime into day. Scores of citizens became great lights, and they ran back to the city as the stunned Zamorakians covered their faces.
As the lights still glowed, Saradomin said, “From now on, Falador will be my perfect city. I will no longer tolerate disloyalty. I have now purged my city of all those who would betray me for their own benefit. I have kept the loyal ones, and you may do as you see fit with the rest. That is their punishment.

07-May-2011 17:54:24 - Last edited on 07-May-2011 18:22:43 by Learth

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The light subsided, and the Zamorakians regained their footing, slowly looking around. The Falador citizens who had been left behind tried to flee, but they were held back successfully. Vorlon looked upon the captured Falador people with surprise. Many high-ranking officials of the city, decorated heroes, and even children were among them.
Somewhere on the field, held captive with a spear against his chest, was Ralex.

07-May-2011 18:23:10 - Last edited on 07-May-2011 18:26:41 by Learth

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Vorlon and some of his Generals spoke quickly to one another. They discussed what was to be done with the captives. After a few moments, they turned to face their army and the prisoners.
"We shall have a tournament," Announced Vorlon. "You will be separated into three groups. Each group will try to defeat the other two by eliminating their members. When two of the three groups have been defeated, the winning group will win a handsome prize--your lives will be spared. You will have a moment to form strategies while my men cut the symbol of your team into your forehead. If you do not wish to participate in our game, we shall kill you ourselves. I know that you do not abide by the rule of our god yet, but may Zamorak bring you strength. The weak deserve to die so that the strong may flourish.
A whisper was making its way through the ranks of Zamorakians, followed sometimes by sniggering and devious smiles. Ralex was disgusted. How could they be enjoying this? There were defenseless little girls there, women, farmers, tradesmen with no training, and his friends... there were also knights. Would they slaughter their people, or die martyrs ... that wasn't likely, if Saradomin had been right about them. He could not have imagined something so callous and cold.
Ralex decided that instead of fighting the other teams, he would focus on protecting the children. Surely when the other knights saw what he was trying to do, they would join him and try to break through the Zamorakian forces and get the children to safety... maybe in Rimmington, they could get help. But there were so many enimies! And now, even friends could be enimies.

09-May-2011 19:40:13

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The tournament began, and Ralex's goal of protecting the innocent soon became an impossible task. For the most part, the knights saw that the situation was hopeless for their families and friends, and tried to save those they could by fighting for their team. Sir Christopher, a knight on Ralex's team that he knew well, forced his way past Ralex and killed a boy from another team that Ralex was trying to protect.
"What are you doing!" Ralex shouted at him, "You've just killed Sir Walter's boy! Stop this madness and help me here!"
"It's useless, Ralex. They could kill us all, right now. That child was already dead. We can't save the other teams, we just have to do what we can for ourselves."
"Ourselves" ... Ralex wondered at this. Hadn't they all, together as Falador people, been "Ourselves" only moments ago?
Sir Christopher seemed to have a point. After a short time, Ralex was having difficulty simply defending himself against other, more skilled knights from the opposing teams. By luck and nothing else (except perhaps Chaos,) Ralex's team had more soldiers, and therefore had the upper hand.
"We've won!" said someone on Ralex's team, "We only have a few more who have hidden to take care of, but we'll sort them out quickly enough. We've won--we're going to live, brother!"
"Victory," said Ralex, "would never feel so hollow."

09-May-2011 19:55:45 - Last edited on 09-May-2011 20:01:42 by Learth

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It was indeed over, quickly enough. The fields south of Falador were spotted with bodies. Against the dying ground, the little people who speckled its landscape were dying faster. The flying blue-eyed figure saw all of this as he looked down. He knew not how such devastation had come to that land, but did not intervene.
Some of the knights from the winning team cheered, and some fell over with exhaustion, and some looked dead, and some just felt dead. The strongest team had somehow kept a few of their women and children alive.
Ralex thrust his sword into the dirt and screamed. He was forsaken, but he was alive. Alive... but had become a terrible thing. He slaughtered the innocent. He had to... didn't he? He could have died, but... he couldn't have died. He wouldn't let himself die. Did that make him evil? Is that why Saradomin had rejected him? He felt like he had to cut out his heart and set it before a beast to be devoured.
The Zamorakians looked eerie against the stars and bright moon now. It was fully night. Vorlon faced the disheveled winners and congratulated them.
"Worthy victors, I congratulate you on proving yourselves...
In the first part of my challenge."

09-May-2011 20:15:26

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"You have survived thus far, but there is a simple matter of transporting you to your new home. Since you cannot go back into Falador, you belong to us now. You will learn our ways at the Dark Warriors Fortress in the wilderness. The journey there may... test your worth." Vorlon paused. There were about forty left. He had wanted six strong or so, but could deal with up to ten. He had no intention of mercy, only to make use of the captured.
The Zamorakians split off now, and most of the soldiers went back to Varrock to secure it against any possible attack by Saradomin and his forces. The captured Falador survivors were put in chains, and lead up West of Falador to the Zamorakian monastery to rest for the night.
On the dwarf front, the Taverley warriors had successfully captured the capital at Keldagrim, and the entire dwarven network was under their control. The dwarves were unprepared for the attack at first, but soon proved that they were a sturdy little match for their taller, surface-dwelling enemies. Lucien would not let them turn the battle around, though. He released the creature into their great city and let it burn up houses and devastate the marketplace. The dwarves had only two options: Surrender, or be destroyed.
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While the majority of the taverley folk were now forcing the dwarves into making weapons as their slaves, a few were gathered at sunrise around a small altar in the ground.
"It's awful..." said a dejected looking brown-haired woman sitting cross-legged in the earth, "They're all dying. All my crops, and all the wild things. What have we done to deserve this?"
"It's time," said one of them. She didn't hear which one had said it, but she stood up, and joined hands with the others in a circle. One of the younger members of Crux Equal took a Book of Balance from Thaerisk's burlap sack and put it on the altar next to some curious looking instruments.

11-May-2011 21:07:59 - Last edited on 15-May-2011 14:00:29 by Learth

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Thaerisk began by lowering his head, and the others followed suit. Then he upset one of the instruments. It began a chain reaction through the other objects, and it circled with some kind of magic around and through the altar.
"Hail Guthix, god!" Cried Thaerisk at the altar, "You have punished our world with a slow and painful demise, but look with pity on your creation! There are some among us who, still loyal to you, desire a swift and just end to the rampant madness. We call you forth from your slumber not to protect us from your punishment, but to put an end to this wretched disharmony, and restore balance.
He stepped back from the altar, and joined hands with the others. They chanted together, "In your name we call you. In your reign, we offer you ourselves. In your wisdom we trust. Guthix, come forth into your creation!"
There was a loud sound, like clapping thunder. The altar exploded with the magical force that had been circling it, and the circle of Crux Equal members were caught off guard by the blast, and stumbled back, away from the debris. A tree grew out of the altar, and out of that tree grew a little white rabbit.
The rabbit spoke with a calm, gentle, but authoritative voice. "You humans are all so selfish," it said. "If you truly cared for my will, you would leave my punishment to be, and let me sleep. I have more important things to do than tend to a dying world..."

15-May-2011 14:01:55

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