He was a young lad, but she was a fanatic – she did**t care. He spoke up with blood dribbling from his lips. “Pull back to Varrock. Defend the Tower of Zamorak at all…all…c-cos…..” He dropped dead before he could say “costs”. She went pale and cleared the contents of her desk into her bag. “Pass the word around the Fort. Get out of the city and back to Varrock and resist any enemy attempt at capture. Send that order to every person we have.” She turned around and picked up the bag. “Pack you’re things. We must defend the Tower.”
Armenk walked into the command tent in the ruins of Falador. “Major Oosakalal, what intelligence have you gathered on the Tower of Zamorak?” The Major was a massive man, stocky and 7 foot tall. “The Tower is a Zamorakian artefact uncovered a few years ago. His supporters have built temples and other places of worship around it. We believe it is around 100 meters tall.” Armenk nodded. *Ok, we need to think about what to do. What options do we have?” The Major coughed and continued, “We basically have 2 options. We can do it the hard way and commit a full on force against a weapon that we do not know the capabilities of, BUT if we destroy it, LOD will fall apart. Either that or we can raid Varrock Palace and assassinate the 9 lord and 1 lady. Apparently, they have special stones that they can connect to this magical tower to begin something they call “The Great Path to Glory.”” Armenk nodded. “Lets do it the easy way. Corporal Anders, for the record label a file and put in the details of the mission…”
“It’s time we took them and this rising thunder out of the equation.”
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