The screams. They never went away. But Fayte, being the man that he is, grinned. For they were screams of the RCR troops – wailing in pain and agony as him and his company crushed the enemy. Catapult shot after catapult shot, followed by hails of arrows, the LOD company took the hill with ease. The RCR men had given up – they were huddled in their foxholes, crying and thinking deeply – into the realms that only the insane, rampant mind would visit.
Back to the real world, Fayte thought. A world dominated by this new organisation, the RR (Runescape Republic), the remnants of the RCR. If you knew where to look, there was still some LOD support – extremists and believers in the Lords Prophecy of AG 1136. But, with supreme RR government, Liberalism was the good ol’ system that everyone loved, despite the odd LOD or Zamorakian insurgency since 800 years ago.
A small cave was in the hill – Fayte walked straight in and placed his hidden handgun on a small rock pontiff. He entered an artificial cave – a huge one – that he was one of few people to visit for hundreds of years. In his hand was, perhaps, one of the most valuable objects of all time. A small gem – a blue one. It was covered in grime so Fayte rubbed it on his shirt. The chamber had some more secrets. At the top, in ancient runes, were the words “Zamorak – Almighty, The Father of our World, and its executioner.” He slid the gem into a gap in a strangely carved rock. Suddenly an incredible light threw him to the ground. A memory was being transferred to him – one from the dead.
“This is the end Ransar! LOD cannot be stopped! All this time you and your foolish friends have been in denial! Any last words, my adversary? My equal? My arch enemy?”
“No..but I do..have a last action.”
“Noooooooo..!”
The cry tailed off into a piercing shriek, like a thousand swords squeezing into Faytes soul, penetrating his heart and mind. A large red figure, a spirit, came out of the pit. “Commander…what a pleasant
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