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“Therein lies the problem, Kaquemeex. I do not want him to be teaching them anything—we are the teachers, he is the tool. We do not want him introducing his own ideas; they could ruin ours.”
Kqauemeex shook his head. “The boy wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to convince him to remain in Falador for awhile longer. He is indeed very willful and emotional, but that is to his detriment, not ours. We can use his pride and his feelings to keep him under control. We just need to convince him that the plans of our society have been his plans all along, and he will do as we wish. I’m sure of it.”
“Just don’t let him make any more commands of his own, or you will be responsible for what goes wrong. I trust that you have enough skill to handle one boy… but, if you should fail, you know how to dispose of him.”
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Instead of putting Spencer and Nick’s plan immediately into action, Vorlon reconsidered the situation. Since Bob’s absence, new thoughts about possible retaliation against Saradomin by Guthix’s forces had entered Vorlon’s mind. He thought it best for them to postpone action, and instead gather more intelligence.
One party of Zamorakians waited and watched Taverley, concealed by the hedges of the garden of the witch who was helping them gather information. They were north of the town, and though they could not hear what the druids and void knights were talking about, they watched their movements carefully. A couple of figures broke from the crowd, traveling right up the path where the Zamorakians were hiding. They walked so close that the spies could see their faces clearly, but they did not know they were being watched.
“That boy is the new leader of the druids,” said Dingo, one of the Zamorakians hiding there. “We should follow them.” The others agreed. Tiger, Achilles, Regnier, and Cory followed him, while two others stayed behind with the witch.
Sylas began arranging the wood for the fire, and he took a little bag of powder from his belt.

28-Mar-2011 16:08:03 - Last edited on 03-Apr-2011 18:12:05 by Learth

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“What do you think they’re doing?” asked Achilles, “It looks like some kind of strange ritual.”
“… if you ask me,” said Cory, “it looks like they’re summoning a demon. That is some really suspicious behavior for Druids. Maybe we should ask the witch if she’s seen anything suspicious going on around here.”
“I’ll go,” volunteered Regnier, and he slipped back into the Witch’s hedge to the south.
“Nora,” he addressed the witch, “Our scouts are watching a couple of people performing an unusual ritual that looks like a demon summoning. These druids don’t normally summon demons, do they?” Regnier asked.
Nora laughed. “You wouldn’t think so, would you?” she smiled, “But these stupid druids have been trying to communicate with an ancient creature that is trapped in flames. It has been connected with this place far longer than I remember, but in early days, they used to fear it. I do not know what has caused them to do so, but now they try to summon it almost every night… but their spell is incomplete, they are not skilled magicians, so it remains trapped there, gargling some unintelligible language that the druids fancy are the words of Guthix!”
“Do you think the creature is dangerous, then? That they might use it as a weapon against us?” Regnier asked.
“The creature is indeed dangerous, I have sensed its immense power, but the druids do not see it as a weapon. They are simple people,” She said.
Regnier was curious now, so he rejoined his companions who were watching the two. The fire was roaring now, and the beast was there glaring out at them, speaking in its bizarre tongue. Regnier whispered his information to the others. Dingo proposed that they capture Maximus and Sylas to learn about the creature, and perhaps the Zamorakians could use it as a weapon though the people of Taverley could not.

03-Apr-2011 18:22:40

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They lunged upon the boy and the old man. Tiger held down Maximus, and Achilles held down Sylas. Cory pulled a pair of glistening dragon daggers from his coat, and tossed one to Dingo as the captives struggled and kicked.
“Who are you?” Sylas asked, squirming fruitlessly to break free, “What do you want with us.”
The creature in the fire looked on, and seemed to dance.
“Oh….” Cory raised his eyebrow playfully as he stepped toward the quivering old man, “A few simple things.” He held the dragon dagger to his arm, and drew a little stream of blood as Sylas’s eyes widened in horror.
“Don’t kill me!” the old man begged. “I’ve done nothing! Nothing!”
Cory just laughed.
Dingo advanced toward Maximus, holding his dagger against the boy’s chest. “You’re doing something we’re interested in, alright,” he said as Maximus kicked defiantly, bruising Tiger, though Tiger held tight. “Tell us about this thing in the flames. What is it, where did it come from, why and how do you summon it?”
“Dingo, Dingo, not like that,” Cory smiled, and Maximus recognized him from the night of the conquest of Varrock. “You’ve got to ask them one at a time, these poor souls are under duress!” he mocked.
“It’s you! What have they done to you, Cory!” shouted Maximus, *I thought you died! You should have died! Did they let you live if you’d become one of them?”
Cory stuck the dagger in Sylas’s flesh and walked over to Maximus, “Nobody becomes like this… you’re like this from the beginning!” He said as he held out his arms wide. “You’re lucky there were enough of your friends, or I would have come after you, too.” Cory made a slow slashing motion with his finger across Maximus’s throat.
“My god, you killed them! You killed them!” Maximus shouted, and kicked harder. Regnier joined Tiger in holding down his legs. Cory walked calmly back to Sylas.

03-Apr-2011 18:24:47 - Last edited on 03-Apr-2011 18:27:14 by Learth

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“So…” Dingo looked at Cory, and then back at Maximus, “Let’s start with question one: What is it?”
Maximus was red in the face, and he looked like he was struggling with all his might. He did*’t say a word. His mind was racing, he wanted nothing more than to kill Cory for his betraying his friends.
“Cory, I’m not sure your little display has helped me get any information out of this one. You, old man, tell us about this thing.”
“We listen to it, man, it’s the voice of nature! We try to interpret its words for meaning in our lives* That’s all I know! I don’t know how the spell works, all I know is there’s this powder, and this little rock you have to throw in to make the fire glow, and then it comes and speaks to us.*
*I think,” said Cory, “That you do know how it works… or at least, you can find a way to tell us.”
“I-I-I-I…” Sylas stammered, “I think Kaquemeex knows how the spell works.”
Cory rolled his eyes, “Something USEFUL old man, we don’t have Kaquemeex!” He held the weapon against his skin.
“Maximus—he can talk to it, he can ask it whatever you want! Don’t hurt him, though! He’s a prophet!”
Cory turned to the boy and the beast.
“Is this true?” Dingo asked Maximus, “Can you really understand what it says?”
Maximus was beginning to calm down, and his restrainers relaxed a little. He did not know how to answer his captor, because he really did*’t know what to think himself. At first it was just a trick, a joke, but now he felt like he really had something special inside of him, guiding him… but he did not know how he could believe it.
“Yes.” He said, “I can speak to it. I need to get closer,” he said.
The Zamorakians moved closer to the beast, which seemed to be gleaming its vicious green more brightly than before.

04-Apr-2011 15:22:39

Supreme Pac
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First and foremost....FIRST POST!

Secondly have yet to read the story but felt the need to say I generally hate characters whose skin is waaay to pale but you pull it off nicely :D

07-Apr-2011 02:26:30 - Last edited on 11-Apr-2011 02:16:34 by Supreme Pac

Learth

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Um... the story's not finished, lol, it says so in the fist post. O_o
I'm glad you have an interest in reading it, though, and you can start reading at any time even though it's not done.
And about my skin... um... thanks I guess? Haha.
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Maximus held his breath for a moment. Was it all just a lie? He had to know if what he felt was real, or just an illusion. He trusted it, breathed, and kicked himself free. He hurdled himself headlong into the fire, and the beast lunged at him.
For a moment, it looked like a miracle. His eyes and mouth and hands poured fire from within as the creature arched its neck over his head and breathed into his back. Then he screamed, and began to run, all on fire, past the dazed Zamorakians and into the city. In the confusion, Sylas escaped and fled to the North. The fire, though, was not like ordinary fire. It burned green, but this was not its most extraordinary quality. It stayed wherever it touched, licking, devouring, and spreading—it even burned stones, and the bare earth! As Maximus ran, spreading the fire, the creature wove in and out of the inferno like a sea serpant, diving through it like waves. The Zamorakians had no choice but to run from it. It spread south toward the city against the wind.
The creature looked towards the witch’s house as if making an important judgment, then turned away, back to the city.
“Fire!” shouted one of the void knights, “Some kind of green fire! Coming this way!” The druids looked to the North.

07-Apr-2011 14:44:41 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2011 00:04:56 by Learth

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The fire ate everything in the city. It licked the leaves off the trees, and the trees off the ground. It wove across gardens and in and out of buildings, decimating them. It slurped lines full of wet clothes dry, then into ashes, and then even the ashes burned away. Most of the druids and their families escaped harm, fleeing to the safety of White Wolf Mountain, though a few foolish youngsters tried to implore the creature to spare their town, and were devoured by the fire until they were nothing, just like the city. One crazy old man screamed, “I told you—ruin!” as he pounded on the wall of his house with his cane, unable to find his front door to escape. At the pinnacle of its splendor, the creature cracked a little cup of tea on a table, and the whole city was green fire.
The Taverley citizens could do nothing but watch. Just as it seemed the flames would have no end, the creature turned its head, and went farther South, taking its wake of fire behind it, abandoning the former town of Taverley without even a ruin. It went deep underground into the Taverley Dungeon, and rested there in a pool of magma.
“My pet is free,” said a voice in another cave in the far West. *I think I should go to reclaim him.”

09-Apr-2011 00:10:17 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2011 00:25:18 by Learth

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General Bob was beneath the halls of Daemonheim, and had covertly perfected his invention. With the help of some of Lightning’s notes, was able to singlehandedly harness the tainting, degrading powers of the halls of Daemonheim. He went as deep as he could, and began to combine his materials. He first used pure essence to bind the taint, and then immersed the runes in the foodgoo of the void leech. The foodgoo added its own property of life leeching to the taint, and it sealed the runes so that they would not degrade themselves. Bob packaged the “Leechgoop” as he began calling it, back into the waxwood boxes for safekeeping.
He experimented on a variety of creatures and warriors using the fairy rings to travel from place to place. It succeeded in draining the life from monsters, and it degraded the armor and weapons that it touched, just as Bob had planned. Satisfied, he deposited all but one of the remaining crates into his bank in Zanaris. Just as he was leaving, the Zanaris choir appeared behind him. "Where are you going? Can we come too?" Bob turned around slowly, envisioning himself lobbing their heads off one by one with each of his chaotic weapons… then he smiled. “Yes. You may come… follow me, please, gentlemen.” He said pleasantly as he stepped on the fairy ring.

12-Apr-2011 00:06:29

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Shadow had just appeared amidst the gathered Zamorakian council. The council had been debating what the cult** next move should be, but whenever they came to a consensus, more information became known that changed their minds. While they were deciding, he finally found the time to build himself that stone body that he had been wanting. He still roamed freely across the rocks of the land, however, and had been doing so deep in a cavern on that day. He immediately contacted his superiors about the flame creature that had mysteriously appeared, and shortly afterward, the Zamorakians who had seen it summoned also reported to Lord Vorlon.
Then Bob entered, Zanaris Choir in toe. “Vorlon, Gentles and Ladymen,” he smirked, “I present you with my contributions.”
“Where have you been, Bob?” Lord Vorlon asked, “And… why are the purple fairy men following you?”

12-Apr-2011 00:40:50

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