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Maximus had had enough of Falador. He wanted life to go back to the way it was before, but that was impossible, and he knew it. His best chance, he thought, was to get out of there and start a life by his own rules. He wasn’t much good at writing, but he scribbled a short message for Bweer to tell him why he left. That night, Maximus stole his own plate and silverware, some gems and gold bits from a decoration in the hall, and his pillowcase to carry it in. He had thought about stealing his own armor, but that would just weigh him down, because he still was not trained to wear the heavy white steel.
He was not sure where he would go. He wanted to go back to Varrock, but he knew the vampyres would kill him. He decided to go to the west, as far as his feet would take him. It was not long before he came upon a small community.
“Would you like to trade what you have in that sack for some magic beans?” Asked a man in a conical green hat.
“What would I do with magic beans?” asked maximus derisively. “I’m looking for a place to stay.”
“Calm yourself lad. Let the peace of Guthix fill you.” Said the druid.
“I’d rather have the feast of Guthix fill me, if you wouldn’t mind,” he said. “I have some money. Where does a guy go to eat around here?”
“I’ll have you over for supper. You can spend the night here, too, if you’re traveling. You don’t needto pay me anything, little man. I have enough.” Said the druid.
“That’s great… uh… what’s your name?”
“Sylas. I like to keep it simple though, so you might find that the ‘feast of Guthix’ is mostly bread and tea.”
Maximus shrugged, “If it’s free, I don’t care.”

20-Feb-2011 04:39:40 - Last edited on 23-Feb-2011 17:02:57 by Learth

Learth

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Bweer was amazed and confused when he read Maximus’ note.
“Gone. Goodbye. Farewell,” it said.
In his free time, Bweer searched in and out of the city for Maximus. While he was angry at him for not leaving, he understood why he had not said anything. Bweer would have protested. He would have followed him, and dragged him back to the castle. Still, it seemed cold to sever the friendship of almost a lifetime with a three word letter. Bweer was also confused about why Maximus left. Falador was a paradise, and Sir Carl was giving them a great opportunity. He kept thinking that somewhere, around the corner, or through a door, Maximus would just be standing there, maybe talking to a new group of friends, but he wasn’t.
One such search for Maximus lead Bweer to a little park just north of the city. A lute player was just finishing his performance, and the audience clapped cheerfully. Among them was the old herald of Falador, who seemed quite pleased by the tune he had just heard. Recognizing him from when Ralex pointed at him across the dining table, Bweer approached him.
“Excuse me sir,” said Bweer, “I’m sorry to catch you off-duty, but I train during your office hours. May I ask you some questions about my family?”
The herald adjusted his sleeves. “Pardon me boy, I do not think we have met. What is your name?”
“I’m Bweer, Bweer Hoch. Sorry sir. I did*’t mean to be rude. I should have introduced myself before I asked you about that.”
“Hoch?” he said, sounding surprised, “There hasn’t been a Hoch in Falador for years. And it is really no bother about the introduction, just remember to be polite next time, eh? I will have a look at the Hoch records to answer any questions about your family.”
“I don’t mean to take up your evening,” said Bweer.
“I enjoy Genealogy and history more than the average man,” said the Herald, puffing his chest out a bit, “And since the concert is over, I have no more plans tonight to keep me from looking through the books.”

23-Feb-2011 18:18:34 - Last edited on 23-Feb-2011 18:21:10 by Learth

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They walked back down the path to the city, conversing about current events.
“Now I know I remember the name Hoch…” Said the herald when they reached his office. “I know it’s in here somewhere.
His finger glided over a row of gilded “H” volumes, and hovered above one for a moment before he put his arm around it and hoisted it onto his shoulder. It was covered in leather, faded, and very large. He tried to lower it gently to the table, but it strained his back, so let it fall with a thud. Dust flew every direction.
“Hoan, Hobbs, Hobrigger… Hoch!” He said. “Well your crest is the shark and the crescent, so perhaps your ancesters came to this land by sea. There isn’t much written history here, but we do have your family tree… oh my! It says here that a Sir Sylvius Hoch’s tomb is in the Passage of Warriors. That can’t be right. I know all of the heroes in the Passage of Warriors. Someone has made a mistake here.

23-Feb-2011 18:50:31

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“Sylvius was my father’s name,” said Bweer.
“Ah, you must be the son of the most recent Sir Sylvius Hoch, named after the famous Sir Sylvius Hoch!” The harold scribbled something that Bweers couldn’t read in the margin of one of the pages. “Sir Sylvius came to Falador from the realm of Khandarin. He helped Sir Ceril Carnillean win a decisive victory there against the Mahjarrat called Hazeel.”
Bweer thought he had heard the word “Mahjarrat” before, but he did not know what it meant. “What is a Mahjarrat, sir?” he asked.
“A Mahjarrat is a foul otherworldly creature. Hazeel, the one whom your ancestor faught, was ruthless and strong. If you ever get the chance to visit Khandarin, you should stay with Sir Carnillean. He may be able to tell you some things about your family that are not in my records.”
“Also,” Bweer asked, “What is the Passage of Warriors?”
“The Passage of Warriors is a sacred burial chamber for certain martyrs of Saradomin. This record says that your ancestor was burried there, but that cannot be correct. Sir Sylvius did not die in battle. I do not know where his real grave is.”
“And where is my father burried?”
The herald flipped a few pages “… Oh dear,” he sighed. “It seems that your father could not afford to be burried.”
When Bweer thought about it, he wasn’t surprised. His mother told the children that his father’s wealth had been taken from them to pay for damages that he claimed responsibility for. That was why they had moved away from Falador to live in the second-story appartment in South Varrock.
“If you’d like, I can arrange a tour of the Passage for you. Perhaps the spirits of the departed there will help you defeat the enemy in your upcomming battle.”
“I’ll need all the help I can get,” said Bweer. “This is no ordinary enemy. We’ve been training to use special weapons to combat their mind-reading techniques… but so far the technology is only experimental.”

23-Feb-2011 21:20:10 - Last edited on 23-Feb-2011 21:56:20 by Learth

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“Tomorrow I will ask for the guardian of the passage to let me show you and your fellow trainees around. In fact, I’ll even extend the invitation to all knights about to go to war.” Offered the herald.

The dinner began quietly enough, just two, seated at a low table piled high with bread. Maximus stared across at Sylas, and Sylas looked as if he was off in his own little world. Then a little girl came in, about five or six years old, and sat down at the table next to Maximus without saying a word. She began taking bread from the middle of the table and dipping it directly into the teapot… the teapot that, shortly afterward, Sylvius had poured Maximus’s tea from. Then there was a pair of brothers that came, then an old woman. By the time they had twelve guests, the little girl had gone out to the garden, and the old woman had left. When thirteen and fourteen came, a young couple, everyone was scrunched together and hitting eachother gently in the elbows as they ate.
Maximus was unaccustomed to and uncomfortable with this arrangement, but the bread was fresh, and the tea was hot.
Afterwards, they all seemed to be going somewhere. Maximus sat down in a chair, but Sylas called for him to join them, “You’ll miss the bonfire!”
Maximus soon guessed that Sylas’s dinner guest pattern was not an anomaly in Taverly. Large groups of people were exiting various houses and following a path North. Some of them had instruments, some of them smoked pipes, and some of them were singing and dancing along the way.
There was a large fire blazing on an altar in the middle of a circle… Maximus had only ever seen something like this once, and it was not an experience he wanted to relive. “Sylas! What are they doing!” he shouted, “Why are these crazy people trying to summon a demon?”

23-Feb-2011 21:56:42 - Last edited on 23-Feb-2011 22:24:52 by Learth

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“Hahaha, a demon?” laughed Sylas, “We’re not summoning a Demon, we’re just having a talk with nature!”
But Maximus wasn’t so sure. The dark wizards’ circle just South of his old home looked an awful lot like this circle.
The music grew louder as the townsfolk encircled the blazing altar. Kaquemeex, an esteemed elder of the community, stood with his arms held high before the fire. He looked fearsome by its light, but his face was tranquil. “We ask today that Guthix commune with us,” He began. He threw something that looked like a rune, Maximus wasn’t really sure, into the fire, and continued. “We have guarded and guided your creation, now let your creation be our guard and guide. Living world of Gielinor, speak. May your words give us wisdom so that we may preserve your prosperity.”
Then a thing like a green dragon’s head appeared from the fire. Maximus fell backwards, sure that this creature would emerge and destroy them. Though it leapt within the fire, it did not expand past the fire, and the fire did not spread. Then the head began to speak, but its speech was like a gargling waterfall of boiling water. Its words were not clear. Maximus was not sure that it even spoke their language. The druids and their children listened intently, however, and regarded the being’s utterances with great reverence.
After a few minutes, there was a loud crack, and the head disappeared into the fire. A low murmur begain to circle through the crowd. It seemed to be some kind of discussion. Then a girl, a little younger than Maximus, stepped into the center of the circle. When she did so, everyone turned their attention to her.

24-Feb-2011 17:54:33 - Last edited on 24-Feb-2011 17:54:58 by Learth

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“When I listened to Guthix,” she said, “He was talking about the forests and how they are crying. We need to stop so many people from cutting down the trees, it hurts them.” She then walked back into the crowd, who nodded in agreement with her interpretation.
Another person came to the middle after her, an old man, who said, “Guthix spoke to me about my children. He told me that they are safe. I have not seen them in many years, and this news has put my heart at rest.”
“What are they doing?” Maximus asked Sylas.
“They are interpreting the words of nature,” he said.
“You mean just anybody can get up there and tell everyone else what that thing in the fire said… and people will listen to that?” Maximus asked, skeptically.
“Yeah. We all have an equal capacity to understand it, so everyone’s interpretations are valid.”
Maximus was hatching an idea… an awful idea, that Bweer never would approve of, but Bweer wasn’t there to stop him this time...

24-Feb-2011 17:55:30 - Last edited on 24-Feb-2011 18:09:05 by Learth

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Bweer and some of the other warriors of Falador were gathered outside a small, unimpressive looking cave. Not all of the Falador Knights cared for such a pilgrimage before battle, and those who did not come there were busy preparing extra silver weapons for some of the Void Knights who had decided to join them in battle. It was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise. Father Solomon, the keeper of the Passage of Warriors, was casting the spells required to open the passage. The spells could only be cast during sunrise, and only by someone who had seen a martyr die, supposedly showing Saradomin’s control of the beginning and the end of everything.
Inside, the cave seemed more like an ornate stone hallway. Carvings of proud looking creatures that Bweer had never seen before decorated the walls and ceiling. Sculptures of Winged peoples and strange symbols appeared as they progressed through it. At the end of the passage, there was a large triangle-shaped room. In the north corner, the middle point of the triangle, there was a gold statue of Saradomin. Beside him, lining the two sides of the triangular room, were dazzling silver coffins. They were emblazoned with symbols and writing, some ancient, some new.
Father Solomon stood in front of the statue of Saradomin, facing the soldiers of Falador. “You may look at the tombs, but don’t touch anything. After you are finished, feel free to kneel and pray, or exit and prepare for battle. At nine o-clock we will rendevouz at the entrance and will teleport back Falador.” He handed out some pamphlets to them as they began to look around.

24-Feb-2011 20:10:03

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