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Dawn719

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“You’re not going to fight alone!” I yell at one noob who shakes his head and stalks off.

“Hey, don’t I know you? Freak, right?” The voice certainly sounds familiar. Well, NOW I start remembering things. Though, no matter how hard I think, I can’t remember my life before Runescape. I don’t understand how I came to be, and I never asked Redseed, Dawn or Fireheart.

“Hamlet,” I realize after a moment of squinting, which is kind of useless since I can*t see the guy’s face due to the full helm he’s wearing. “What level are you now?*

*Twenty-five,” he says with immense pride. He takes off the helm and slicks back a dark hair from his face. “What are you doing here?”

“Recruiting for an army, but no one wants to join.” Hmm. Hamlet’s in full gear now. Steel, I think.

“An army for what?” asks Hamlet. Boy, am I glad to tell him. So I explain about Lord Luxon, Wolfbane, Voldmort, their gang of sixties and the enslaved noobs mining rune and coal out in the wilderness. I tell him about our mission: to destroy Luxon and his lackeys.

After I’m done explaining, Hamlet’s furious. Not at me though. “ARG! I can't stand high levels! They think they’re so much better than us! Lord Luxon!” His face falls into an expression of despair. “He’s sounds awful, but I’m no coward. I’ll help you guys.”

Yay! I hug him with utter exuberance, and he pulls away awkwardly. “Listen, I’ll recruit too, but…no more hugs, please. A warrior isn’t supposed to be hugged.”

Since when? I start thinking I understand this place…then it turns out I don’t. In any case, I nod happily and search for more noobs. Level threes. Level tens. I approach anyone who looks poorly equipped and friendly. I finally convince a level twenty, Cheesecracker, to join us. He wants a shot at Lord Luxon, who enslaved his friend.

23-Aug-2010 00:05:28

Dawn719

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“He’s going to pay,” Cheesecracker vows, and I nod. We would all make Lord Luxon pay. Hopefully…Anyway, I send Cheesecracker to find more people. With the three of us out there, informing the general noob public of Luxon’s enslavement of fellow Runescapians, we end up with fourteen noobs (excluding the three recruiters).

The sky is growing dark. I’m exhausted. Cheesecracker and Hamlet too. One of the recruits asks how he’ll find us again. Hamlet tells the lot of them to put me on their Friends list, and then nudges me to do vice versa.

I put in a final name in my Friends thingamabob, which apparently allows a person to message a friend from long distances, when all the noobs gasp. I swivel to look at what they’re all gaping at. Oh…Heh…He can’t hurt me. Redseed said fellow Runescapians can’t attack you outside the wild. Even so, Wolfbane looks angry enough to slit my throat with that sword of his.

“Hi,” I say weakly.

“Where’s Fireheart?” he hisses. *I know you’ve been hanging out with her and those other rebels."

*What are you talking about?” bursts in Hamlet. He doesn’t even whimper when Wolfbane glowers at him. “There’s no Fireheart here. This is a Noob Meeting.”

“A Noob Meeting?” Wolfbane repeats coolly. Hamlet’s right! Grr. These high levels think themselves superior to us! Then I think of Fireheart and Redseed (I usually try not to think about Dawn). They’ve been nothing but respectful to me even though I’m a noob.

“Yes,” I say, “a Noob Meeting. We were discussing the hazards of…talking to barbarians.”

“I’m always killed by barbarians,” puts in one noob. “That’s why this Meeting has been so helpful.”

“Me too,” pipes in another.

Wolfbane’s sword hand is trembling as if he wants to clout me with his weapon. I try my best to stare him down. Eventually, he snorts derisively and walks away. Phew. I’m safe. I turn my eyes fondly to my little recruits (though plenty of them are a higher level than me).

23-Aug-2010 00:09:32

Dawn719

Dawn719

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“Let’s all gather again tomorrow,” I say. “Fireheart wants us to be fifty strong at least. I’ll message each of you when we meet.”

They nod and leave, all except Cheesecracker and Hamlet. For a moment, I’m suddenly lost. The sky’s all dark, but I have no idea where I’m going to sleep tonight. It’s been a long day…

“You don’t have a place to sleep, do you?” Hamlet says perceptively. “Well, I know a place we can all rest. My house through the portal in Rimmington.”

“Rimmington!” repeats Cheesecracker. “That’s a long way from here.”

“Well, it’s a place to sleep. You don’t have to come with us,” I say with grin. My fellow recruiter sighs and then prepares to follow Hamlet. With a beam, Hamlet sets off towards a dark path: a path apparently to Draynor.

“The only thing I don’t like about this road,” says Hamlet conversationally, “are the guards at the Jail on the other end of it!”

“Guards?” I gulp. How much worse could guards be? Compared to dark wizards?

“I hate those jail guards,” remarks Cheesecracker.

Although we go past the jail, we catch no glimpse of any guards. Phew. We pass the buildings of Draynor Village. Since Hamlet seems to know where he’s going, I’m content to follow. Cheesecracker is following but grumbling too.

“I’m going to need another pair of boots…erg, I think I stepped in bird poo…how much longer are we going to have to walk…hey, isn’t this where the highway man usually hangs out?”

AG! Highwayman! Where? We’re standing in the middle of a four-way road. I scan the area for vicious highwaymen. Nothing. It’s all eerily silent. But…“Stand and deliver!” I dodge the slash of a knife. Hah! I meet the highwayman’s eyes. He hesitates at my glower.

I punch him. Me, the pacifist, punched him! The highwayman reels away and then comes back to attack me. I dodge with a skill I’ve never had before and knock the robber’s chin hard. He howls and dissolves, leaving behind bones.

23-Aug-2010 00:14:26

Dawn719

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Cheesecracker and Hamlet are already several meters away from me. Hey…they LEFT me! What if I had died? I pose the question to them and Hamlet answers me with a smile, “You wouldn’t have died, Freak, because the highwayman was already injured. We decided it would be best to let you train. Now you’re level five.”

“What?” I sputter. “How can you tell?”

“Your Status is blinking,” Cheesecracker points out. Wow. Weird. I did*’t realize that after I died, I got my leather pack with all the basics back (well, everything but my sword and shield). I pull out the Status thing, and sparks erupt around my head.

“AAAH! Spontaneous combustion! Again!” I howl.

The two other noobs begin laughing. Well, I never! How dare they laugh at me! I wait until they stop laughing.

“It’s not spontaneous combustion. Is it?”

“No, Freak. It’s leveling up.” Hamlet’s grin annoys me now. I push onward. The other two exchange amused glances and then follow.

“Leveling up indeed,” I mutter. Well, leveling up is scary. It’s like you’re exploding.

We eventually make it to Rimmington: a drab place with a bunch of scattered buildings. Hamlet ushers us into the (oo, pretty) portal and warns us to say his name the moment we step into the portal. “It’s Hamlet346.”

I smile weakly at the pulsing, purple, swirling portal. “Okay.” I feel my entire body jerked forward as I step inside the portal. “Hamlet346!” I say. Fine, I screamed it. My ear fluids go crazy, and I get dizzy. I would have fallen over, but the portal wouldn’t allow it.

Then I finally fall and land sprawled on the stone floor of Hamlet’s house. Hamlet himself is grinning down at Cheesecracker and me. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to take a tumble.

“Home sweet home, ain’t it?” With a happy sigh, Hamlet floats off into another room. “I’ll get you both some beer and food.”

Beer and food. As if that could make up for…Wow, he has a nice house! Well, at least here, I might find some peace of mind.

-End of Chapter 11-

23-Aug-2010 00:16:27

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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Chapter 12 Zamorak’s Chosen One

We’re munching away at kebabs (which are pretty darn good) and sipping (gulping in Cheesecracker’s case) our beers. Ah, this is the life. If we didn't have the evil Lord Luxon and his cronies to fight and monsters, random highwaymen and jail guards to watch out for, I might have said Runescape is an awesome place.

We’re seated in his parlor, which consists of four chairs and a small table. Hamlet suddenly looks around the room and mutters, “I should put up my Construction level. This room is boring.”

“Well, at least there’s a solid roof over our heads,” Cheesecracker mumbles. I’m pretty sure that’s what he mumbled, but it’s hard to tell with drunk Runescapians. “OH and there’s a cabbage.” He points at the blank wall.

Hamlet sighs. “You’ve overdone it, mate. Get yourself to bed.”

“Right away, sir.” He salutes and stumbles from the room. We hear a resounding crash. I can’t help smiling. Maybe we noobs do crash into walls but only when drunk… Hamlet goes to investigate and comes back a minute later.

“He’s out like a dead thing,” Hamlet says with a laugh, “but I pulled him to his room.”

For a while, we sit in silence. Suddenly, Hamlet slams his beer tankard on the small table. “Tell me about Lord Luxon,” he says quietly. His eyes rove the room as if maybe the high level is listening in.

“He’s scary,” I say laconically. “He’s got a handsome face, but it’s a cruel face too with black, empty eyes. He wears light blue armor with red trimmings--”

“Zamorak.”

“What?”

“He wears the rune armor of Zamorak.”

So, Lord Luxon killed some guy named Zamorak and now wears that guy’s armor? Wow. That is rather cruel. I ask Hamlet the latter question, and he shakes his head.

“Zamorak is a god.”

I twitch. How did Lord Luxon get the armor of a god? Can he kill gods? Maybe this guy is too much for even a huge army to handle if he can KILL a god!

23-Aug-2010 00:47:18

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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“Anyone can buy the armor of Zamorak…well, if you have the money.” Oh. Hamlet smiles, and then another question comes up in my constantly inquisitive mind.

“Zamorak is a god? What about Saradomin and Guthix?”

Hamlet never seems to lose his patience. “Well, among the gods, Zamorak is the wicked one. Saradomin is the goody-goody, and Guthix is stuck in the middle. By the sound of it, Lord Luxon’s got Zamorak on his side. NO…he couldn’t be!”

Hamlet’s alarm alarms me…gah, what is it? Maybe he’s having an epiphany…

“There’s a prophecy about Zamorak’s Chosen One: the one who’ll rule Runescape for him. He’s described like you’ve described Lord Luxon,” mutters Hamlet, turning as pale as the walls of his kitchen. “He must be Zamorak’s Chosen One. The One who’s peaked the level limit, with eyes of cold coal’…”

I stroke the imaginary beard on my chin. “Is this bigger than the enslavement of us noobs then?”

“I’m afraid so.” Hamlet’s hand is shaking as he picks up his beer again. The drink is set down a moment later as my friend realizes what a mess he’s making. As for me, I can’t take another sip of the beer. Too much dread in the belly…or maybe gas. “It’s only the beginning. Why not start with the noobs first? Then he’ll move on to enslave the higher levels.”

“So we’re doomed,” I say. Typical. All this bravery for nothing. I wasted my time. Fireheart. Redseed. Dawn. They’ve all wasted their time. We can’t do anything against a guy favored by the dark god Zamorak. We’re GONERS!

Though I know Hamlet disapproves of gestures of affection, I take his hand. He doesn’t protest. Suddenly, Hamlet’s grip grows stronger. “No, we’re not doomed.”

Huh? I’m trying to let go of his hand, but he’s squeezing my hand too hard. What does he mean? Ah…my hand…is being crushed. “My hand!” He lets go.

“Sorry, Freak,” he apologizes. He’s suddenly smiling again. “I figure if prophecy talks about Zamorak’s Chosen One, there has to be Saradomin’s Chosen One. But who?”

23-Aug-2010 00:49:06

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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I bolt upright in my seat. “It must be Fireheart. She organized this whole thing first.”

Hamlet nods. “I hope you’re right. For all of our sakes…” The sudden darkness in his voice sends a chill up my spine. My friend notices my violent shudder. “You should go to bed. I’ll show you your room.”

I let him and then fall wearily onto the bed in the pleasant, little room. The door snaps shut. The sound is reassuring. Hah! Neither Wolfbane nor Lord Luxon can touch me here. However, my wandering mind keeps coming back to those noobs Luxon’s enslaved. What about them? Here in my comfy bed, I can’t help a flood of guilt. Well, we’d free them, or my name isn’t Freak449!

After that little pep talk to myself, I fall asleep.

~~~~

For the first time, I’m going to do the Lumbridge Home Teleport. It’s a little, brittle white stick; draw a circle on the ground around you, and you’ll be transported to Lumbridge (apparently). To demonstrate, Cheesecracker takes the stick from his pack and draws his circle in front of me and sits, cross-legged. The air around him glows a funky purple color. Before my eyes, he vanishes.

“He’s…gone,” I say stupidly. Hamlet gestures for me to try. Glancing around at the solid walls of his house, I rummage through my leather pack until I find the Teleport stick. I draw my circle and feel a rush of magical energy. Oo, I feel floaty…I should probably sit down…Speaking of floaty, Cheesecracker seemed no worse for his drunken episode yesterday. And today we would need all of our wits with us, and that’s not a lot of wits, I’m sorry to say.

I close my eyes, and when I open them, I’m in ole Lumbridge. Cheesecracker is pointing at something behind me. AAAH! Oh…only the noobs we recruited. Heh. Silly me. A whoosh sound unnerves me further, and I jump for a second time. But it’s only Hamlet.

23-Aug-2010 00:50:25 - Last edited on 19-Nov-2010 16:21:24 by Fireheart449

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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The noobs are watching me with large, innocent eyes. Well, it’s time to recruit. The sun is shining. There are no menacing monsters around. It’s a perfect day. I send them off in little groups to convince more noobs to join our cause. Much to my surprise, they actually remember what I had told them yesterday.

Hamlet, Cheesecracker and I part ways to cover more ground. Hamlet goes off to the Lumbridge swamp where there’s popular mining and fishing spots. Cheesecracker is wandering near the main Lumbridge shop and the path to Draynor. I’ve assigned myself Lumbridge castle and the church nearby.

Out of curiosity, I enter the church where an old man smiles benevolently down at me. “Hello, son.”

Is he my father? I assume not. Priests… “Hello, um…”

“Father Aereck,” he supplies. I look around the sunny, benevolent-looking church.

“This is a church of Saradomin? Right?” It’s too bright to be Zamorak’s. “Father Aereck, have you heard of Zamorak’s Chosen One? Does Saradomin have a Chosen One?”

I’m afraid the priest nearly had a heart attack. Poor bloke. I take his arm and help him sit down on the front pew. “I’m sorry?”

“No, my boy. It’s quite all right. You surprised me.” Father Aereck is trembling like Hamlet was trembling yesterday. “You know, there’s no such thing as Zamorak’s Chosen One.”

He’s lying. I can tell. “There is. Does the name Lord Luxon sound familiar to you?”

The priest presses his back into the wooden pew. He’s one terrified old geezer. Shaking his head vehemently, Father Aereck sputters, “Nope. Haven’t heard of him! He HASN'T been threatening me.”

Ah ha! “Of course not," I say soothingly. “What else hasn’t he done?” I hope the old man gets what I’m saying. He can tell me by not telling me. Well, it made sense a second ago.

23-Aug-2010 00:52:05

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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“He DOESN'T want this church to become one of Zamorak’s. Oh no, he doesn’t!” mutters the priest. “He certainly HASN'T threatened to smash my precious organ to pieces if I resist.” Here the old geezer gives a great sob. I glance at the beautiful organ at the back of the church.

“That would be awful. To silence music. To rid the world of joy. That’s his plan, isn’t it?”

“My boy, it certainly isn’t ZAMORAK'S plan.”

I see. I pull Father Aereck to his feet. “Sorry to bother you further, but you didn't answer my question about Saradomin’s Chosen One.”

“I don’t know,” he breathes, “or do I know?” Hmm. Either way you look at it, the priest doesn’t know. “You SHOUDLN'T ask Reldo the librarian in Varrock. He DOESN'T live in Varrock Palace.”

I nod. "Thank you. I’ll leave you in peace.”

Trembling, Father Aereck smiles. “Saradomin be with you, son.” I exit the church, feeling greatly disturbed. Lord Luxon, terrifying as he is, must be stopped. To think he’s threatening old people now! Fine, pick on the noobs but leave the old geezers alone!

With my anger at Lord Luxon driving me like fuel, I spread the news to every noob I came across. Some stare at me and walk away. Others look panicked but eventually agree to help us. I enter each of their names into my Friends list. I glance briefly at Lady Lore’s name. It isn't glowing like all the other names. Somehow, she’s disappeared, or maybe she doesn’t want to be found even by me. The thought hurt. Hurt more than I thought anything could possibly hurt (though Luxon’s whip is a close second).

At the end of the day, I count the number of names of my Friends list. Twenty-eight not counting Lady Lore (oh, my heart), the Pokey Lady, Fireheart and Redseed. I hope the others have found more noobs. I poke Hamlet’s name. The screen reads: Enter Message.

23-Aug-2010 00:54:20

Fireheart449

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“Meet me in front of Lumbridge Castle,” I type in. I poke the Enter button. The screen of the thingamabob flickers. Message sent. I do the same to message Cheesecracker. Finally two answers come back.

“I’m coming.” Hamlet’s message.

“Okay. I’m almost done. Wait five bloody minutes. All of the others who went recruiting found me. Let me put in the names of the new noobs.” Cheesecracker’s message.

All right. I’ll admit it. This long distance messaging thing is so cool! Prepared to wait, I sit on the steps leading to Lumbridge Castle and twiddle my thumbs. And I manage to think a little too while twiddling my thumbs. My logic is: even if Lord Luxon has the power of Zamorak behind him, we have Saradomin. Thus, this would all end well because the good guys always win. Right?

~End of Chapter 12~

23-Aug-2010 00:55:33

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