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Azzanadra stood firm, while his enemies stood on less solid footing. Their breaths were rapid as they gasped from the exhaustion. Azzanadra started to laugh. "Zamorak messed up," he taunted. "His whole plan hinges on your ability to lock me up! And you're exhausted after round one!"
Dessous shot back a look of pure loathing, and he was not alone. "We're not going to fail! You will die, just like your King!"
"All talk," Azzanadra shot back. "You don't have the power to kill me. Zamorak knows it; what he doesn't know is that you don't even have the power to trap me. I'm going to kill you one by one."
Not one spoke in response. They all knew what he said was true. Kamil finally whispered, "We have to release it."
"No!" returned Fareed. "It is to finish the job on the inside after we trap him!"
"Does it look like we're going to do even that?" snapped Kamil. "Lucien was right, Thammaron should have accompanied us."
"Lucien? Thammaron?" interrupted Azzanadra. "They're in on it too? You should be more careful of your words."
"It doesn't matter what we tell you!" barked Kamil. "Take your positions."
Without another word, each of the four jumped off of the apex and took their place on the four obelisks surrounding the pyramid. Azzanadra stood alone, swiveling his view and trying to figure out what their new plan was.
"Release!" yelled all four of them at once, and suddenly each obelisk let off a flash of colored light. The entire pyramid shook with an unnatural power. Azzanadra fell to his knees from the tremors, and he sensed a huge power leaking from the structure itself. A small hole had appeared on the back face of the pyramid, and a huge mass of black, red, gray and blue fluid began to take shape. It grew and grew, so large that the liquid must nearly have filled up the whole interior of the pyramid.
Azzanadra looked at the growing giant with fearful eyes. Zamorak had done a lot more tinkering with magic than he had thought.
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02-Sep-2009 05:10:23

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The desert sands were oddly silent that day, as though they were concealing a secret beneath the mighty dunes. Though he had been away from home for some time, Akthanakos knew this feeling of mystery well.
Akthanakos walked the lonely old trail eastward. This old path had been around for a long time, and it used to be the most traveled walkway in the desert. Many caravans had come down it seeking the benevolence of the Kings of Khaseph.
Finally, something began to form on the horizon. Akthanakos knew what it was immediately. It was a worn stone monument, standing alone near a small oasis. It had been commissioned decades ago, and it memorialized the slaughter of Hasan's caravan by the Claws of the Devourer and thereby the true beginning of Zaros's life. The words had been nearly worn away by the sands, so Akthanakos realized that the numbers who were aware of this were growing thin. Poor men, living such short lives.
Akthanakos walked by the monument, continuing on his journey. It was not far to his old hut now. The hut where he had spent so many years alone in the desert, with no one but his Ugthanki companion Dante to give him company. In the end, the two that drove him from his life of seclusion were Amsca and Zaros. With Amsca dead, Zaros was the only one that deserved his protection. And protect him he would, once they got back to Senntisten.
The desert became even more silent, and then Akthanakos saw someone standing in the center of the path. It was a tall slender figure clothed from head to toe in a black robe, hood hiding his face. He was obviously not someone Akthanakos should be happy to see.
Then, the stranger pulled something from a pouch within his robes. The object was small and appeared to be wet. However, Akthanakos soon discovered what it was. It was not dripping water, but blood.
"You!" Akthanakos roared in anger. "I'll kill you!"
The object the stranger held was the bloody, removed head of Dante the Ugthanki.

02-Sep-2009 05:47:38

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06-Sep-2009 04:44:55

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The assailant remained silent at Akthanakos's roar. When the Mahjarrat began to charge up the path at him, the stranger turned and ran over the dunes and away from the path. The sand sifted underneath the power of their footfalls; Akthanakos tore through the terrain in his anger, wanting nothing but to rip his opponent to shreds. Suddenly, he transformed into an oversized Ugthanki, traversing the desert with ease in his pursuit.
Akthanakos's prey moved with unearthly force and speed. He was too fast to be a human.
"Stop!" bellowed Akthanakos. "Stop and fight me, you coward!"
The cloaked man did not listen; he just continued on into the desert. Where was he going?
The chase wound itself into a basin in the desert. As opposed to the sand of the surrounding area, this one had rich deposits of rock all around.
"Finally," Akthanakos muttered to himself. With the downhill slant and hard ground, he picked up speed. He gained enough on his prey, and soon he was upon the cloaked man.
The man spun too late. Akthanakos bore down with his front legs, trampling the person to the ground. He pounded the sand with his hooves, attempting to bury him, but the man had wriggled free of the attack. The enemy scrambled across the rocky ground of the quarry away from the camel.
"Fight!" roared Akthanakos.
The man continued weaving his way through the rocks, unresponsive to Akthanakos's taunts. The Ugthanki lumbered along in hot pursuit. Finally, the chase came to an abrupt stop. The man found an open spot in the middle of the rocks and then turned to face his pursuer.
Akthanakos stopped as well, staring down his opponent. Then, the camel spoke, "Well, now I'm glad we can finally fight. I'm going to tear you to pieces for what you did to Dante."
The man remained silent. He didn't even draw a weapon. "What is your problem? Why don't you defend yourself?" This ended in a bellow as Akthanakos charged.
"Because there's no need," the stranger replied.

08-Sep-2009 04:18:56

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Akthanakos nearly stopped. The voice was that of a woman. Just as he managed to process this information, the woman raised her hands and barked a short incantation.
The ground exploded beneath them. Akthanakos felt the sand and rock shift aside, leaving nothing but empty space under his feet. He transformed back into a man and tried to find something to grab, but he could not. He plummeted into the pit that the woman had created. He could sense that she was falling with him, although she had slowed her fall using magic.
Akthanakos crumpled onto a cold stone floor in a room lit only by a few torches. His enemy came to rest in a nearby chamber, separated from Akthanakos's room by a thin energy membrane.
Akthanakos got to his feet, and he looked into the other room to see the woman looking his way. "Lower your hood," he said. "I can't believe it's you."
Enakhra reached up and revealed her face. "It fooled you for a while," she replied.
"What is this place?"
"Your tomb," Enakhra responded. "You see, you're a very annoying enemy and need to be locked away."
"What?" Akthanakos asked, taken aback. "Locked away from what?"
Enakhra smiled deviously. "Our new world."
"Wait, if you're here...then is Azzanadra walking into a trap as well?"
"Of course he is. We rigged up a surprise for him at the pyramid. Our master fashioned a monster out of the Empty Lord's power, and it's going to destroy Azzanadra."
"Why? Who is your master, and who is this Empty Lord?"
"Zaros is the Empty Lord, and our master is the one who is going to replace him as the high god on this plane. He is far more deserving of it than Zaros."
"Who?!"
Enakhra smiled. "Zamorak."
Akthanakos let this sink in, and then he started to laugh uncontrollably. "Zaros will never make Zamorak a god! He's refused for years, why would he do it now?"
The smile fell from her face. "We have our methods. Believe me, Zaros will have no choice in the matter."

08-Sep-2009 05:09:39

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