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Just after he finished his sentence, a green light then enveloped around the body of the hooded man. A strong blast of wind rushed across the room as the power around him charged. His cloak and hood waltzed a shaky dance as it was caught in the wind. Then a green energy erupted from the ground underneath Soter's feet, it shot upwards.

Soter disappeared from sight just as the light took over him, dissipating from the presence of the king and his general. Once the light left the room, the root of all evil grew upon Balor's face, appearing like a iniquitous smirk. A light chuckle popped like firecrackers under his lips. "Gallows," called Balor, his voice had a twist of a devilish evil in it. "Forget the thing I told you to do, I have something more important that I need you to do for me."

Gallows dauntlessly readied himself for the command he was going to receive. "What is it, Your Majesty?" he asked.

"Did you see the way his face and voice changed once I mentioned the Lumbridge Resistance?" questioned Balor, pulling his cup of tea up towards his face. He tilted the cup slightly towards him, it's tasteful liquid pouring slowly into his mouth. He then recoiled the cup, moving it away from his face. "There's a reason for it, something he doesn't want us to harm."

"And you wish for me to find it?" questioned Gallows.

Balor turned his body towards Gallows. His sapphire blue irises gazed upon Gallows. "This is something I can only entrust to you, General Gallows," stated Balor. "I know you can find it."

Gallows clenched his left hand into a fist, pressing it against the center of his chest. "Understood, my lord," acknowledging Gallows, knowing the full extent of his order. Without rest, Gallows leaves with the orders that he has been personally given. Calmly, Balor sips his tea. After all that has happened in just a few minutes, Balor returned to his climb up the endless spiral staircase of thought.
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28-Feb-2012 00:53:50

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What he hoped for with his order to Gallows is that he may get information to something else that has truly bothered him since the day he laid his eyes into the hateful irises of her, since the day the blade of her eyes drove straight his soul. Her face and voice was so haunting to the young king, so familiar yet so unrecognizable...

A day passed almost without notice, a storm was brewing to the west. Clouds gathered together to summon a torrential rainfall event. In the heart of the Imperial City of Governanti, hundreds gather to feast their eyes upon the many shops that stored the thousands of things that they hope will warrant the interest of those that flock here.

Two Imperial Knights stood in front of each other, chatting the day away. Their eyes weren't even focused upon the crowd or watching for anything outlandish behavior. As the mass of bodies moved and the voices of a thousand flew like the wind, they continued to speak with each other. But hidden inside the heart of the crowd was a woman dressed in teal blue sleeveless dress that reached all the way down to the ground.

She wore a white long sleeved frilled shirt underneath and black slippers on her feet. Her hearing and focus took interest upon what exactly the guards were discuss. The young woman was the female assassin spared by Raphael, Anabel. And this was a good way of getting information about what the Imperial Kingdom was planning. Her black as the night eyes stared towards the guards. Her ears peered into their conversation.

"Yeah," said one of the guards to the other. "Apparently, we finally got ahold of the famous Shinon Isaiah after ten years of chasing after him! Pretty crazy, huh? They said he and his sister were conspiring to kill His Majesty!"

"No kidding?" the other knight replied. "What do they plan on doin' with 'em?"
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28-Feb-2012 00:59:09

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"General Gallows has already made plans on executing them," stated the knight. "They'll be hung tomorrow at 10am." Anabel stole the words that the knights had spoke out to the world without their acknowledgement. She slowly walked away from the knights with a smile on her face, knowing that an opportunity for the resistance has come.

Inside a tavern, the chatter of the daily lives of the people poured into the building like a pint of beer into a glass. The tavern was about the size of a half of a football field, it had two windows on each wall. Caping the sides of the windows were long, crimson red curtains that almost touched the floor. A strong smell of alcohol and laughter tightly gripped the air until it bled.

People spoke about many things, including the rumor of the world class archer being captured. There were twenty round tables all across the place, the walls and floor were made of wood. The tables and bar were stuffed with people, still quite eager to celebrate their new king. At the bar was a familiar assassin chatting it up with the world.

They talked about many things, including the daily rumors. All the people he spoke to were all gods who didn't even realize that he was human, they were all too busy with talking rather than thinking. In the northwest corner of the tavern was a lone round table with one shady man sitting by himself. He wore a dark brown fedora on his head and a dark brown leather trench coat.

Underneath this coat was a black dress shirt which he wore with black dress pants and shoes. His hair was black and buzz cut and his light blue eyes were glowing faintly. He had a scar going vertically across his face. It was Fionnlagh, hiding in disguise. He sat there alone with his lone cup of beer by his right hand.
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28-Feb-2012 01:02:56

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His eyes stared down at the wooden table, his fedora covered the eyes from view. He just sat there quietly to himself, not even take a sip of his beer. Just before the man became the scare of the tavern due to his shadiness, the young woman Anabel sat down in a chair at his table. Fionnlagh turned towards the young former assassin, hoping that she had something.

The young warrior then realized that something seemed to be bothering the young woman. Her eyes kept flipping from him to the man at the bar that was talking to each and every person so easily. She almost seemed nervous, her hands rattled the table. Fionnlagh was concerned about her, his worry crackled on his face. "Hey," he calmly greeted. "Is everything all right?"

"Y-yes," Anabel uneasily stuttered.

Fionnlagh turned towards that very man who was the source of her apprehension. "Do you know him?" the young warrior asked.

She tried to keep her eyes towards Fionnlagh as much as she could. "I found something for you," she stated, changing the subject quickly. "The rumor of Shinon Isaiah and his sister being captured is very true. Apparently, they are being executed tomorrow at 10am."

A light smirk lit up on the young god's face, his vision flipped back onto the young woman. "Excellent job," he complimented with gratitude, acknowledging that the young woman would rather not speak about the man. "I can only imagine how hard it must've been to get that information."

The young woman shook her head. "Not at all," she responded. "It's simple when you've got overly chatty people."

"You're good," Fionnlagh returned. He then stood up from his wooden chair, standing tall and ready. He continued to have his eyes gazing down upon the young former assassin. "Well, it would be for the benefit to give this news to HQ. Considering their talents, I think they'll be a worthy addition to our cause."

"Right," she concurred. "Anything else you'd like me to do?"
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28-Feb-2012 01:06:47

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Fionnlagh shook his head. "I think you've done enough for one day," Fionnlagh answered. "Just go rest, Anabel. Surely you'll come to be needed by tomorrow's start."

"Acknowledged, sir," Anabel understood, realizing her orders. She then turned around to face the way she came. She stood up from her chair and began pacing over to the door in a haste. She quickly disappeared from the view of the young warrior, his light blue eyes watched as she came and went with nothing else being said.

Fionnlagh knew what he had to do, he followed the former assassin's lead. His footsteps tapped the wooden floorboards as he marched towards the dark orange double doors. Watching loudly from behind, the assassin's pale blue irises gazed with interest at the dark brown coat that darted for the door.

Fionnlagh left the tavern as quickly as he came as he then began walking towards the southeastern section of the city where he and his comrades reside. Two hours passed as quickly as they came, it was a beautiful evening tonight. The sky was as clear as a glass of water.

Inside the entrance room of the Castle of Lumbridge, the entire resistance that guarded the castle stood. They were all on their feet, standing tall and strong. They were aligned in groups of five, standing side by side. There were five rows of them. They all stared to the west, their hands holding their weapons and shields.

Standing in front of them was their leader, Raphael. His indigo purple irises gazed with care upon every face that stood before him. At his side was Elena and Uriel who stood to his left. Telvern was there as well, he stood at Raphael's right. But he was a lot more interested in reading his books rather than listening.
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28-Feb-2012 01:11:11

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A splash of seriousness was on his face but he still seemed quite relaxed. "Everybody," he called out to. They all paid a fortune of attention upon their leader. "With Master Malik's passing, it proves to us more than ever before that the Imperial Kingdom must be stopped. And I think that we need to ready ourselves for a battle."

The doors into the castle of Lumbridge slowly pushed open while Raphael was speaking. Hiding the door was a nervous looking messenger. His skin was tan and his eyes were brown. His hair was the very same as his eyes. He wore a red beret that had a feather sewn on it to the right. He wore leather hide armour from his neck to his toes and a short red cape around his neck.

Tied to his waist was a leather strap with a large pouch. He slowly crawled into the room, knowing that there was a speech going on as he came in. "Ma-master Raphael," named the messenger. "I-I-I mean not to interrupt your speech but I have a message."

Raphael's attention was snatched at the sound of his name echoing from across the room. His purple irises turned quickly towards his front, up towards the nervous messenger. "A message?" he repeated. "From who?"

"S-sir Fionnlagh, my lord," he answered quickly. "He asked for me to take it to you as quickly as I could so I teleported here, sir."

Raphael then began walking over to the nervous man. "Is it an urgency?" questioned the leader.

The messenger's eyebrows rose. "He s-sounded more enthusiastic than anything, my lord," the messenger stated.

Raphael stood in front of the man, a curiosity taking his state of mind. "Really?" he calmly asked, he sounded rather happy that for once something good might be actually happening. Raphael held his right hand out in front of him. "May I see it please?"
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28-Feb-2012 01:14:19

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"A-absolutely sir," the messenger confirmed with a stutter. The messenger quickly handed the sealed fold that hid the message. Raphael gently pulled it out of the man's hands and his purple irises are pulled down onto the white face of the paper. The red seal had the face of a dragon in the center of it, the symbol of the resistance.

Raphael looked up at the young messenger and a light smile sparked like a match on his face. The young leader bowed his head to the man in front of him. "Thank you very much," Raphael gratefully thanked. "You may leave if you wish."

The messenger bowed to the young leader as a show of respect. He then quickly recoiled himself back up straight, twisting his body to walk the way he came. He then walking with a hiccup on his way out. Raphael meekly pulled the seal up to reveal the message. The seal took it's clutches off of the helpless paper and it reveals the contents of the paper written in a fine black ink.

Raphael's eyes scrolled across each word with care, making sure that each word is as it was on the paper. The words on the paper spoke of a hopeful situation for the resistance, an opportunity indeed. Raphael read the paper with swiftness, knowing exactly what it held for him. Raphael turned around, back towards the area where he once stood.

His eyes gazed at each and every soldier that shared the air with him. "Everyone," he called out to once again. "It would appear that we must head into the capital tomorrow."

As her ears caught the news, she seemed curious. "Why?" she asked.

Raphael's purple irises turned onto the face of the young female archer. "We need to save two people from being executed by Gallows," he answered. "With some luck, perhaps they'll be willing to join us."

Elena was happy to hear that it wasn't bad news for once. "When must we leave?" she questioned.

"We must leave as soon as we can," he answered. "They're scheduled to be killed tomorrow at 10am."
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Elena bowed her head, acknowledging her leader's words. "Understood," she responded, raising her head back up. She then turned to her left, she began to walk in that direction. "Come, Uriel. We need to prepare ourselves."

Uriel smiled as he followed Elena's trail. "All right, sis," he replied, walking just behind her.

Raphael turned towards the knights who have pledged their lives for the resistance. "I need all of you to protect the castle while we're gone," he calmly commanded.

Each and every knight clenched their right hand into a fist, pressing it tightly onto their chest. "Yes, my lord," the knights shouted, taking a hold of their orders. They all then began to return to their guarding posts. Raphael then began walking to his room calmly, ready for the next battle that is inevitable.

On his way to the left side of the castle, he passed by the young genius. He was as still as a statue, the only thing that seemed to move as his eyes and occasionally his right hand to flip a page. Raphael's footsteps moved further and further from Telvern, he knew that the young genius knew of the words that were said today.

The sun has set upon the day and the darkness has begone to rise upon the world. A mask of lightlessness was pulled over the eyes of the atmosphere. It's cloak of shadow made the world outside seem like it was nothing but a sheet of black. Light's only presence in this tenebrous environment were the small, bright dots in the sky and the dimly lit candle that looked down upon the world in fright, it's skin as white as winter.

The four from the resistance walked cautiously in this thick, pitch-black night. They travelled from the city of Lumbridge to the enemy's city of Governanti which they once knew as Varrock. They tried their very best to not be seen by the eyes of any man, woman, or child. Just as the tyranny of the night became an absolute terror, the gallant knight of the day came and slew the caliginous ruler.
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The meek warmth of the sun reached down from the sky and touched the faces of each and every single beings willing to rise from their beds to exist upon this day. It was a unusually warm day for this time in the Autumn season, temperatures reaching close to seventy-degrees Fahrenheit. But the heat of what was brewing down below the sun's visage was even more intense.

Before the large adamas gates of the Imperial Kingdom stood a raging tsunami of people, they were all fizzing with anticipation. Before the crowd of at least two-hundred were two people sentenced to die upon this day. One was a female and the other was a man. They both stood on top of wooden stools as their apathetic gaze peered across the infuriated sea of glowing eyes glaring upon them.

The woman stood at about 5'3 feet tall and was about average size for a woman of her age. She appeared to be well fit in her build and her skin was slightly tan. She had dark violet red long hair that was tied in a french braided ponytail. Her emotionless irises were a dark green and she had a scar that went right across her right cheek and ended at the bridge of her nose.

She wore a dark blue long sleeved shirt, the left sleeve was rolled up to about the top of her elbow. On top of her shirt was a dark brown silk vest with a forest green silk sash going diagonally down across her torso. She also wore a dark brown scarf around her neck. She wore black fingerless gloves and a metal brace on her right forearm.

The woman also wore a dark brown leather belt around her waist, it had several different pouches and chains dangling from it. Strapped to that belt was a leather sheath that was carrying a sword that had an emerald at the bottom of the hilt. Covering mostly her right leg was a long, dark blue clothing that started from her waist and ended at about her ankle. Otherwise, she wore long dark brown pants with long, thigh high dark brown leather boots.
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The man next to her stood at about 5'10 feet tall and weighed slightly less than a person his age. His build seemed above the average person but he wasn't exactly huge, his skin was paler compared to the woman next to him. His hair was violet-red and tied in a ponytail that is tied from almost the top of his head.

The ribbon to held in place was a long black cloth that reached down to about his upper back. He did have a few bangs in his face, mostly centered around the bridge of his nose. His eyes were as black as the shadow of death, they seemed to burn with an incredible hatred. For his attire, he wore an emerald green jacket on top of a white long sleeved shirt.

The sleeves of his jacket ended at the end of his shoulders. On his wrists were green dragon vambraces that started at the middle of his forearm and ended at the start of his hand. His right hand had white tape tied almost entirely around it, sparing his fingers. Tied loosely around his neck was a light brown cape that wasn't very long, it reached down to about the middle of his back.

Tied around his upper body was a leather strap, there were two loops on the portion of the strap that was behind his back. Inside those loops was a quiver that was full of arrows. Behind that quiver was a very beautiful looking bow that looked like it was made of yew wood. His jacket came down to about the length of bottom of his knees and it covered front and back but their lengths vary.

To his front, the jacket ended at middle of his thigh while the sides end at the top of his knee and the back ends at the bottom of his knees. His pants were white and long and he wore dark brown leather boots which reached up to the bottom of his knees. The front of his boots were plated with bronze metal that's edges were trimmed in gold. Tied around his neck was the head of a steel arrow which was held by a small silver chain.
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