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09-Apr-2014 10:08:21

Kingofgnome

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This story concept was originally writeen back in 08. It was a story about a necromancer underground of lumbridge that was related to the restless ghost. Funny enough a year later dauth ur and the catacoms come to play so i scrapped it. I been getting block for my short stories so i switched to seeing if i could bring some action to the life of lumbridge with some and take an old story farther. This takes place in runescape 5th age 169 before quest got revamped since i am unfamiliar with them. i originally wrote this in play format. That takes so so long. Warning this story is Graphic in violence. If you do not feel comfortable reading about the effects of knife into body or heads being chopped do not read. Even the medical procedures get very bloody in this story. Worked two days on this start up which is why it lacks synonyms. Hope you all like it don’t know if i’ll continue thou.

Act I “Attack at the Lumbridge Catacombs Part 1 encounter”
Father Aereck was up on a new moon night in his chapel’s ground floor. The corners were dark, silent, with the only light a lone lantern in his right hand and a book in another shining silver. He walks over to his alter gets on his knee bringing his light up barely to see the great saradomin’s symbol. “Oh great lord Saradomin care taker to the humans of the world. Blessed be our Lord that you may continue to watch over us when we pray for strength and sharpness. Even defense from the harsh blows of your enemies.Thank you lord for granting us such strength through piety.” He takes a second to admire the silent night with the only noise the sound of an owl, the sound of a bat, the sound of a rat and footsteps marching up the graveyard. He opens his eyes and cringes his face mouth sightly open as if he just got hit in the face. Gets up lantern at the ready to just see what appears to be a party of ugly green men entering the catacombs outside his window.

09-Apr-2014 10:08:45 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2014 10:10:33 by Kingofgnome

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\ As if lighting reincarnated into his mind and body. The old manAs if lighting reincarnated into his mind and body. The old man bounded to his feet, dashed up the steps shouting “Goblins in the catacombs!” till everyone from bob to the doomsayer could hear. He needed more than that, he needed the guard. bounded to his feet, dashed up the steps shouting “Goblins in the catacombs!” till everyone from bob to the doomsayer could hear. He needed more than that, he needed the guard.
Thck!Thck! A noise of a crude battle-axe could be heard breaking attempting to break through the side door. Aereck did not have time to run out turned back to see the blade crack his door. He quickly fell into hysteria, shouting, yipping, praying for his last moments to be painless and swift with his coming doom. As if his prayer has been answered a large fireball flies right through the door with two incinerated goblins and another appears to have only taken a hit to the side barely breathing. “DOOOOOM” the familiar war cry was heard from the new opening as the odd hermit ran up the stairs, up a ladder, to the bell tower in seconds before the father’s eyes. “DOOM I say i must ring the DOOM tower!” Dong! Ding! Dong! Ding!
;The barracks of Lumbridge wakes into lights and life. Armor, Weapons, iron, and bows. The Lumbridge Militia raises 30 troops strong for the initial attack. 20 in reserves waiting for the first to fall back. All able bodied men and few women have been brought to fight lead by 12 regular guardsmen, Brawn, Dante, Peale, Deshawn, Pazel, and Sergeant Abram among them.

09-Apr-2014 10:09:13 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2014 18:28:54 by Kingofgnome

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Act II “Attack of Lumbridge Part 2 Skirmish*
The Lumbridge Troops approach the Goblin Party that’s been in the catacombs for an hour in a shield wall formation, ten in front and four on each side in diagonal form. Sergeant Abram leading at center with Dante at his side. Peale Deshawn, Pazel, and Brawn holding up the rear to replace any injured. The rest equipped with bows and arrows to fire into the goblins line. As the guards approach Abram orders a volley of arrows and a light forward. His voice strong as he takes charge. The back line fires two volley and Deshawn throw a flash bomb ahead. A rough voice responds to the shout, “Get y’a heads out of the cellar n’ sheilds to your faces before they shoot ya.” In the midst of the flash Abram see the rather large goblin calling the shots swat an arrow aside with a steel shield while the other goblins block the flash and arrows. The war leader wore what appears like Hard Leather armor with a large steel plate on his front and back hung to him like a desert poncho. The ax was something of a Steel Hatchet thinner and sharper with a read hair tale tied to the end. The other goblins made two lines of twenty to twenty-five goblins in quick count. First line a mimic of our front and a second line in front of the tomb. Why? What do goblins want from a tomb they heard ghost stories about. The other goblins were locals but someone has given them iron shields and probably daggers. Abrams face changes to disappointment. Damn, we lost our advantage.

09-Apr-2014 10:09:51 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2014 10:11:48 by Kingofgnome

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;The graveyard can’t hold the reserves and the goblins. Throwing soldiers at these creatures to make room doesn’t seem like the best idea either seeing as they farm our lands. I need another strateg- “ Fia! Return Fia!” The sound of a surprise arrows hits a few unready troops in the back, and Dante in the front opening his mouth to let out a shout of pain. A crude arrow has pierced his leg making him hit the floor. “Lines replace the injured ! Drag them back!” Abram shouts as his back lines drags and replaces the injured in front of them.
;These goblins have been given enough time to loot. “Charge soldiers! Charge! Were not going to let a group of filthy goblins take our loved ones valuables! Take them out Charge!” The militia yells as a second volley zooms by missing their marks! Half way to approach third volley blocked by shield wall. Five feet. Goblins open up their line ready for a skirmish. The goblin back line and archer joins the melee.
The first human line manages to use their size to hit first blood. The goblins let out a horrible screech as the blade thrusts into their guts and chests before death. I personally slay one and mange to get a second hit into another injuring, but he backs off before direct contact.

09-Apr-2014 10:10:43 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2014 10:11:22 by Kingofgnome

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;The goblins respond by pushing us back with their shields to get in close. A few grunts are heard as some troops morale break when a dagger meets their inside running back to be replaced by another. Most armor’s manage to block the hits, some even remember their training and parry. Their war leader on the other hand accurately lands his Hand-ax right into two troops necks on the far right killing them where they stand. The other two quickly try to fight them back. I mange to slide through the lines as they mush and mash into clunks of fighting not letting any more of my soldiers die by this war master. By the time i arrive to the far right via the back one troop is missing his head and another is crouched over with a large slash that ripped through the armor. The hand axe is feeling the damage but it doesn’t discourage him from running straight into me, it’s shield and ax ready. Can’t call this thing from hell a anything other than it. It snarls and barks.

09-Apr-2014 10:12:20 - Last edited on 09-Apr-2014 10:12:35 by Kingofgnome

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Act I “Battle of Lumbridge Part Fin, dead men tell no tales”
The War leader moved swiftly right a swing from the left. I dive roll the the left, balance back for a shield bash. It responds with a headbutt into my shield sending vibrations up into my arm. It makes a slice down to my leg , nearly inching me as i parry it down. One good slice to it’s chest and it merely laughs. “Ha, roun’ to week hide.”
The fight begins to die out around us, the guards being pushed back initially know moving forward as reserves takes up the place of the injure. The goblins just leave there wounded to dead as they try to wonder to the side. No reserves, this is their blunt of a party. “Back up the sergeant!” The reserves rally as they see me fight.
The war master senses my distraction, hits me square in the jaw with a shield. Blood splatters my mouth as a few teeth are knocked out. I never heard of a goblin so strong or well trained. “ima tak ur had ona’ spike to eat.” It smashes it’s ax and shield together calling in for another fight. It may be stronger but i am faster. I beat into the ax twice and move in for a third slice to chest. Another parry on it’s part this time his shield bash send me spinning back to the skirmish. Two goblins turn to finish me but the boss merely walks over and kill his two subordinates. Picks me up by the neck.”Final round.”
I feel dizzy, light, i think i got sliced mid spin. A pain arises from my leg but the charge of this war master going for my head has taken the pain from me. He is no longer trying to fight from inside my guard. It’s cocky wants to end it with a show. I put my strength to parry his strike. Throw away my sword and grapple into his guard. We roll from the floor into a tombstone. His ax kept by one of my hands and his shield and fist unable to reach by a stone star blocking the way.
My arm was shaking, i couldn’t hold it back anymore. The stone star was cracking as i reached for the dagger in his side.

09-Apr-2014 10:13:05

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My finger tips touching it. The stone dust hitting my eye blinding my left. I finally reach and stab it into it’s throat. “Die you filthy animal of a goblin.” It merely smiles, no breathes of air. Nothing. Takes it’s shield busts through the stone and beats me once, twice, a third till my grip left me.
A horn sounds off as another party of goblins leaves the catacombs. A second horn and the goblins in the skirmish run towards the swamp. They cheer and roar as they walk past the war master. It stares at me, an undead goblin takes it’s ax and lands it into my chest. Pain, blood, air leaving me. Walks off, leaves the ax.
The sage and the DoomSayer come out checking on the dead. It’s been half an hour since the fight and out on the side they found Sergeant Abram with an axe into his chest. His fingers bloody his hand raised trying to speaker “ ... N.. N...N..” The sage comes by and holds a hand to his face. “ Calm down soldier the battle is over save your strength for healing.” Abram shows anger in his face. He pulls the sage to him by the sage’s neck. “necromancers!” Abram shortly loses consciousness.
“Quickly, we need healers here at once this man is going to die quickly.” The sage waves for the healers which are dragging out what look like a wounded Zamorkian Ranger with an arrow to his side. A few drop them to helpergeant Abram with an axe into his chest. His fingers bloody his hand raised trying to speaker “ ... N.. N...N..” The sage comes by and holds a hand to his face. “ Calm down soldier the battle is over save your strength for healing.” Abram shows anger in his face. He pulls the sage to him by the sage’s neck. “necromancers!” Abram shortly loses consciousness.
“Quickly, we need healers here at once this man is going to die quickly.” The sage waves for the healers which are dragging out what look like a wounded Zamorkian Ranger with an arrow to his side. A few drop them to help.

09-Apr-2014 10:14:05