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Malak wanted to laugh, but the Zamorakians seemed so serious.
Burns looked at him steadily, holding his ground, and continued, “Zamorak has taken revenge upon Drakan for his disloyalty. Drakan is dead, and his servants who dared to throw the conquerors of Zamorak out of the city are dead. You and your vyrewatch have been given a second chance, though you are also guilty of treachery. Give up the city, and submit to the authority of Zamorak and his faithful, or be destroyed.”
Malak tried as hard as he could to break into Burnsy’s mind, but he could not. *This must be a lie,” he said.
Averthil walked up to Malak and presented him with an ornate black ring. Malak’s eyes widened in disbelief, “It… can’t be! He’s dead!” The vampyre said, with surprise, but not dismay.
“Yes,” said Averthil, “I was there… it’s a terrible thing to behold, the death of one of us. It must have been dreadful, horrific, painful, to experience death after living for so long without any pain. I can only imagine the agony of a death delivered directly by Zamorak.” Averthil smiled sadistically at Malak. “Of course… I will never have to worry about experiencing such a thing.”
This was convincing enough. “If Zamorak has struck down Drakan, all the better for it!” Said Malak. “I will do as he commands, and hand over the castle…. You, guard, release the prisoners in the dungeon, and give them back their rights as members of our order. We are under the management of Zamorak’s leaders now.*
Lord Vorlon stepped forward, “I am the leader of the Zamorak Cult of Varrock. My name is Vorlon, and I act as Zamorak’s hand in the destruction of this age.*
*I have heard of you…” Malak said. “When Drakan made the bargain with you that he did not keep, many of our own feared Zamorak’s wrath. I see now that this fear was justified. What does Zamorak ask of his servants in Morytania?”

02-Mar-2011 15:43:46

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“Zamorak wishes for you to send forces to the West to fight in his upcomming campeigns. Also, control of this land has been given to Averthil, for his loyalty and perserverence in assisting Zamorak.”
Malak shifted uneasily, “I see, go on.”
“Arrange a party to leave with us for Varrock by midnight tomorrow night. We will contact you in the future if we require further assistance. This is all.”
“Show our guests to some rooms,” Malak said to the steward. He walked back through another hall alone, questioning his past ambition, wondering what it would be like to die.
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The old soldier and the boys made it back to Falador safely, but the man walked on past the city, stopping at a tree to the West.
“I know what you’re thinking,” said the tree, “but it is a grave mistake. Do not break our agreement. The other side has been stretching their limitations, disrupting the balance, but at least He’s had the sense to let his followers do so without his help. Do not let them lure you into what you wish to do now.*
The man looked out at the white walls. “I have always been fond of this city,” he said. “I feel that I have let them down. The youth no longer believe that I can protect them… and in a sense, they are right.”
“You know our agreement. I expect you to honor it, or I will not be generous to you or your followers.”
“In an age past, my predecessor lived to see his most beloved people destroyed. It aged him, it afflicted him with the great anguish of regret, and I will not allow this destruction to befall the children of Falador.”
The tree was tall, solemn, and set. *Do as you will,” it said, “But take care that your blessing does not become a curse in the end.”
Though the old man was already walking away, and since trees don’t walk, it had nothing more to say.

02-Mar-2011 15:44:25 - Last edited on 06-Mar-2011 15:48:16 by Learth

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The Zamorakians had finished securing the city, and were making plans to march soon on the weakened Falador, before they could adequately recover and plan a defense.
Bob returned the Void Knight to his outpost, as he had promised. When they arrived on the island, they found , to their surprise, a large army performing training exercises. The injured knight, Howard, asked one of his superiors what was going on.
“We’ve received orders to prepare,” said the commander.
“Prepare for …? What exactly?” asked Howard.
“That’s classified,” said the commander, “I see that you are in no shape to train today, so rest for awhile. We’ll see if we can do something about your leg. We’ll need all the men we can get for the times ahead.”
Bob was already regretting bringing Howard back to the void knights. He wondered what chaotic impulse had possessed him to give the enemy another potential soldier, just for some story about an energy-draining creature… and then, Bob thought of something he hadn’t before. Of course! This could be exactly what he was looking for!
“I’m sorry, Howard, I’d love to see the island sometime, but I’ve really gotta run. You take care of that leg, and don’t come attacking us again!* Bob laughed at the thought of a one-legged warrior fighting for Balance.
“Halt,” said the commander, “Why should we let you go?”
“Because I’ll kill whoever I have to in order to leave if you don’t, and I returned your man safe and sound… if you killed me after I spared him, that would be… well, just out of balance.” Bob smiled, looking at Howard’s leg.
“Very well, but warn your forces—Guthix will not tolerate any further conquests.”
“Warn your forces,” Said Bob, “That I do not tolerate not being tolerated. It’s simply intolerable.” And he went off.

06-Mar-2011 16:11:21 - Last edited on 06-Mar-2011 16:17:26 by Learth

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Back in Falador, the wounded gathered in the square. The city had become an open-air hospital. The druids of Taverley had originally simply planned to deliver supplies to aid Falador, but because of the vast number of injured soldiers, they stayed to serve as doctors.
While ministering to the physical needs of the White Knights, the Taverley Druids also shared their love of Guthix and Nature. It disgusted some, and appealed to others. While the Taverley citizens felt like they were doing the right thing by aiding Falador, they thought their reception was lacking in the warmth they were accustomed to. None of the knights had invited them to live in their homes with them, and so the Druids reluctantly pitched a fleet of little green tents just inside the city walls to the North.
Ralex ran up to Bweers, who was being pestered by the Herald for the details of the battle. "Bweer, your friend Maximus has returned!" He called out.
"What? Where is he?" Asked Bweer. He was surprised that Maximus had returned at all. Everyone would think that he left the city to avoid the battle... and Bweer thought he might have done so, too.
"I saw him with the Druids, near their tents. My Father said that he rallied them to come and help us. I don't how he gained their trust so quickly, but perhaps Saradomin is looking out for us in this little way. It will be interesting to hear, to be sure, but I wasn't going to talk to him without telling you first."
Bweer regretted his resentment towards Maximus for leaving. He always knew he had a mind of his own, but it was unlike Maximus to desert them. He had not abandoned Falador, Bweer reasoned, but had a plan to gather the aid of Taverley that he had to put to action immediately. He would see soon enough. "Let's go see him right now!" he said.

18-Mar-2011 13:41:18 - Last edited on 18-Mar-2011 13:51:47 by Learth

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Maximus was robed in an elaborately woven green garment, sitting on a mat in a little tent that was too short to stand up in. He was conferring with Sir Amik, who discussed animatedly, although he felt awkward sitting in his full suit of armor in a little green tent before a teenage boy. Maximus was taking his role as the chosen one of Guthix very seriously. Perhaps it was because he had never had any sort of affirmation in his life, perhaps because he had some other plan.
Sir Amik's legs were cramping, and he needed to attend to other business, so when the tent guard announced that Maximus had other visitors, he decided to continue the conversation later. He ducked his head through the exit flap of the tent, and stood in the sunlight.
He saw the boys, and addressed them, "Stand strong, soldiers."
"Thank you Sir," said Ralex.
"Yes Sir," said Bweer, "You stand strong too, Sir, and may Saradomin be with you."
Sir Amik stepped closer to the young soldiers and said to them quietly, "I suppose I should let you know that you've been knighted. We've planned a small ceremony to honor our veterans tomorrow. Since we never know what tomorrow will bring, I thought I'd tell you now. Everyone who's served in this battle has already given so much for Falador, I see it as only fair that you should be recognized. We will make sure that your sacrifices have not been in vain."
He smiled at them, but walked away grim.

18-Mar-2011 14:22:52 - Last edited on 18-Mar-2011 14:36:10 by Learth

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When Bweer walked into the tent, Maximus looked surprised to see him.
“Bweer! Ralex! I’m so glad you’re alive! I was worried about you when I heard how the battle went.”
“Yeah, well it wasn’t pretty,” Bweer said. “We were some of the lucky ones…. But what happened to you? Why are you dressed like some garden decoration?”
“Haha, well to put a long story short, I’m a prophet of Guthix now. I heard his voice at some ritual thing, and now I’m the Big Man of the Druids,” Maximus laughed.
Bweer narrowed his eyes, “Are you serious?”
“Totally serious. It sounds crazy, I know, but it’s true. I’m meant to do this.*
*What exactly is it that you think Guthix told you to do?” asked Bweer.
“Well to give you guys some help, for one. And it looks like you need it, by the state of things.*
*What do you mean by that he talks to you?” asked Ralex, who was also skeptical.
“I don’t know how to explain it exactly… he just, you know, puts the thoughts in my head,” Said Maximus.
*I thought that was called your ‘imagination’,” said Ralex.
“No* not like that… its different!” Maximus tried to defend himself.
Bweer just looked at him apprehensively.
“Really? Im serious here, guys. I’m telling you what happened and you look at me like I’ve lost my mind,” He said.
There was silence.
“Maximus,” Bweer spoke, “I hope Guthix or whatever is leading you will lead you only to do good. As long as you remember that, I’m sure this will help us.”

22-Mar-2011 02:07:21

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Ralex turned to Bweer, “What? You can’t be serious. He’s bluffing. He hasn’t heard any voices in his head, he just wants to be a big shot.”
Maximus was getting angry. “Ralex, Bweer, Guthix has indeed entrusted me with his message, and you had better listen to it, or you’ll all be in trouble. Guthix will rise soon against all of his enimies, sparing niether the Saradominsts nor the Zamorakians who defy him. There will be a scourge against the land, and the land will scourge back. All who oppose Guthix will be stripped from Green Gielinor as we know it. And even Saradomin…”
But Maximus could not finish his sentence. There was a commotion outside.
A white knight ducked into the tent, “We’re saved! Falador is saved!” He flashed a smile, looking in at the startled boys.
*What’s going on?” they asked.
“Come look for yourselves!” He cried, and ran off to spread the news.

They rushed out of the tent. Ralex tripped on the floor mat, but caught himself before falling over. Outside there was a bright blue light, but it was growing slowly dimmer. It encircled the city in a transparent dome. People were gathering toward the courtyard of the castle, the source of the light. Someone was speaking there.
It was the old soldier, but he did*’t look quite so worn or old. His beard was bright white, and he was robed in blue that was as pure as the light of the dome covering Falador. Bweer and Ralex and Maximus tried to push through the crowd.
“Sons, daughters, citizens,” he said to the crowd, though they could hardly look at him because the light of his robes were so bright. “Do not be afraid. I have not abandoned you in your struggle. I have placed a shield around Falador to protect your city from an attack. It is a very special wall, and it encircles the city even underground. Anyone who may wish to leave may pass out of it, but only those who are loyal to me can pass through into the city… and if you have not figured out by now, I am Saradomin.”

22-Mar-2011 02:12:10 - Last edited on 23-Mar-2011 01:24:02 by Learth

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The White Knights were shouting for joy, and the druids looked on in amazement. Maximus’s jaw dropped.
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It was not long before news of the “Falador Barrier” and Saradomin’s unexpected appearance reached Vorlon’s ears. He was just as surprised as the rest of the world. He was frustrated, and wondered why Saradomin would act so rashly. He had gathered his Generals to discuss this matter.
Sir Nicholas and Sir Spencer had formed a plan to infiltrate the barrier, and they were discussing it with Vorlon, who nodded as he listened. The other Generals listened too—it seemed to be a fairly reasonable plan for such short notice. Bob was not paying attention, though. He was preoccupied with his idea, a proposal he had planned to present at the meeting, but the others were not giving him the chance to speak.
General Fear was asking, “So do you think we should put scouts into position before we-“
Bob interrupted him, “I’m sorry, but you all have been talking about this for a long time, and I have something very important to speak to you about.”
“You can talk about it after we finalize these plans,” Said Sir Nicholas. “Don’t interrupt, and it will go faster.”
But it did*’t seem to go faster. While the others felt like they were making progress, to Bob, the meeting dragged on.
He got up to leave, but Vorlon stopped him, “Bob, stay here. We need you and your men to create a diversion as part of this plan. I need to brief you on what you are to do.”
“I’m not going to sit here and be ignored,” said Bob. “I had an idea that I wanted to speak with you about. Will you hear it?”
“I suppose I will hear it,” said Vorlon, “What is your idea?”

25-Mar-2011 17:27:26

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“I want to experiment on the foodgoo that the Black Knights saved. I think I might be able to use it to harness the taint in Daemonheim, which I failed to do with Rune and Pure Essence.”
“I remember that project, Bob,” said Vorlon sternly. “That was a waste of valuable time and resources. The objective was worthy, but achieving it seems very unlikely. I do not want you to focus on that right now. We may need all the black knights’ secret weapons at some later point in this war, and I do not want them squandered on experimentation.”
Vorlon’s dismissal of his idea made Bob angry. “Come on, surely you all think it’s a good idea?” he asked the Generals.
“Vorlon’s right,” said Sir Norman, “We can’t be doing things like that now. We have a situation to deal with.”
Bob walked towards the door.
“The Meeting is not over,” said Vorlon.
“Yes it is,” Said Bob.
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Lord Daquarius was surprised to see Bob at the Black Knight Headquarters. It seemed like the Zamorak Cult*s last messenger had just left. “Is something wrong? Has Vorlon changed the plans regarding Falador tomorrow?” he asked.
“No, nothing like that, we just need a few more things from you…” Said Bob.

25-Mar-2011 17:28:48

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Maximus commanded the druids to march out of the city, against the protesting of Ralex and Bweer. Kaquemeex and Thaerisk were surprised and confused by his immediate decision to completely evacuate Falador. Maximus did*’t know exactly what it was that he felt when he looked at Saradomin, but it sent a shiver down his spine. Perhaps what he felt, though he did not know it, was the Edicts of Guthix breaking; and neither Maximus nor anyone else knew that at that moment, all the plants across Gielinor had stopped growing.
When they arrived in Taverley, the Void Knights were waiting for them. The commodore bowed to Maxus, Kaquemeex and Thaerisk, and said, “We are now at your service.”
“Give us a moment,” said Thaerisk. “Maximus, perhaps you should ask Guthix what to do before we proceed further.”
“That’s a good idea. Kaquemeex, will you say the prayers and build the fire?” Maximus asked
“Sylas can do that for you. He knows how,” Said Thaerisk.
Sylas stepped out from the crowd and took off his funny hat, smiling dim-wittedly at Maximus as they walked toward the altar.
“Kaquemeex, we need to have a little chat,” he grabbed him by the shoulder and took him into a room upstairs.
Thaerisk looked at him when they were alone, and his expression grew darker, “Choosing this boy for our plan was rash and poorly thought out. Are you sure that you can control him? We needed someone charismatic, someone to control the people like he has, but I question whether he is reliable.”
“He’s more reliable to be himself than any young man who has grown up here in Taverley,” argued Kaquemeex. “And none of our own people could have taken command so quickly and adeptly. They have been raised in this wishy-washy town to be wishy-washy men. Believe me, Thaerisk, I was one of them. You do not realize the real danger of it until you are old, and it is too late. Maybe this Varrock child will teach them a thing or two about reality.”

27-Mar-2011 18:16:33 - Last edited on 28-Mar-2011 16:07:31 by Learth

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