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Xanthagum dropped his great axe to catch the spear shaft in one gauntleted hand before it crashed into his Dharok helm. It broke two of his fingers.
Zezima knelt, panting, his deadly dance stopped for the moment. The war waged on in a dramatic mural behind Xanthagum. Quickly, Zezima’s eyes took in the severed outcast and the dagger he was holding, then Xanthagum, who was looking fearfully at his leader. Zezima regained his feet and pulled the Guthan spear from Xanthagum’s grip.
Zezima:Sorry about that,
Zezima:You saved my life, I owe you one.
And, giving Xanthagum a thump on the back, Zezima leaped into the battle once more, spear thrumming about him in gyroscopic patterns. Within a few seconds he was lost from sight.
Xanthagum stared wonderingly at the outcast who lay in two parts before him, and imagined Zezima lying there in his stead. Did he really want to assassinate Zezima? His employer lay rotting in the tomb that was Xanadu. Tentatively he private-messaged Sethcat.
Xanthagum:Zezima escaped.
Sethcat: °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°
Xanthagum:!
Xanthagum:What are those!?
Sethcat: °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°
Xanthagum:Stop.
Sethcat: º°°°º I have five eyes.
Sethcat: °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°, now I have 18 eyes.
Sethcat:Just think of what you could do with 18 eyes.
Xanthuagum:…
There was a pause, then -
Sethcat:Ask me a question.
Xanthagum:Um, what about Zezima?
Sethcat:Zezima?
Xanthagum:The guy we're trying to kill?
Sethcat

, don’t worry.
Sethcat:I’ll get the bugger on his way back into the arena.

Xanthagum:How?
But Sethcat didn’t respond.

An hour into the fight, Numanuma3 called a retreat. The elitists were beginning to take heavier casualties. One after another elitist groups turned tail and made their way back to the mage arena. Sethcat lurked above the mage arena gates. In his hand rested an ancient magicks staff, and infinity robes, which he had stolen from the mage guild on his escape from Xanadu, embellished his form.

27-May-2006 22:31:05

Azure Sunday

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Voldemort and Zezima were some of the last to retreat. A nasty gash from a crystal arrow dribbled blood down Voldemort’s robes. Apart from the cuts on the back of Zezima’s calves, he had been unharmed. Zezima’s calves ached as he trudged back to the starlit arena but it was a bearable pain. Voldemort stumbled slightly beside him.
By the time they passed through the gates, Voldemort and Zezima were part of a river of tired elitists. One could almost feel the adrenaline leaving bodies, evaporating into the air. Zezima eyed the ground, feeling some of the surrounding weariness seep into his bones, and so he didn’t notice Sethcat’s magick attack. An icy blue flare, it spiraled down from the battlements above, homing in on the elitist leader. This time Sethcat’s aim was true.
Although Zezima didn’t see it, Voldemort did. He had a sense for magic, and at the last moment he impulsively raised his eyes to see the barrage attack Pushing Zezima out of the way, Voldemort caught the brunt of the ice barrage. He held his breath as the world about him became a glacier, a frigid ice block that froze him in place. Everyone in the immediate vicinity was frozen aswell for it had been a multi-targeted attack. Although Zezima made it out of the range of the ice, a large group of level 70 people did not. Most wore armor weak to magic and died quickly. Voldemort only survived by equipping mage prayer and through wearing a suit with higher magic defense. He still suffered considerable damage and had to be carried into the arena.
Guards upon the walls knocked Sethcat, who had been attempting to strike again, unconscious and he was promptly led to the dungeons.

27-May-2006 22:32:13

Azure Sunday

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It wasn’t until the next morning that elitists discovered that the people killed by Sethcat’s magic strike had been outcasts trying to infiltrate the elitist forces. After receiving a formal apology from Zezima and Numanuma3 along with a generous compensation in runes for his troubles, Sethcat was once again free to roam the arena. He immediately sought out Xanthagum and, after much debate, they agreed to renew their attempts to kill Zezima again. After all, he still didn’t suspect them.

27-May-2006 22:32:32

Azure Sunday

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73 – Texan85’s Decision

A battle lost,
The noob hopes waned,
With such large cost,
And nothing gained.

But from the sky,
Who should emerge?
None but the guy,
The thaumaturge.

He stood, stranded in the middle of a lake of bodies. All about him noobs bowed muttering ‘thank you Guthax’ or, seeing that one plea to the gods had worked, ‘send me some money plz’. Texan85 wondered what he had teleported into.
Several days ago, in the midst of the ransacking of Xanadu, Texan85 had decided to leave and see how things were faring elsewhere. He had teleported to Varrock, a city whose grandeur had been spoiled by the noobs’ hasty exit. The castle had been in ruins, a blackened shell of what it used to be. A long-dead fire had also consumed the thatch roofs and wooden infrastructures of many of the surrounding buildings. Texan85 had guessed that this wreck was the aftereffect of an elitist raid and had teleported to Lumbridge to see whether anything interesting was happening there.
A short stay in the noob cage and, afterwards, being chased around the castle by **raeleterni and some other elitists had been fun, but what had worried Texan85 was the lack of noobs. Had the war already ended?
As a last hope, he had teleported up into the Wilderness to see if the noobs had decided to march to the final battle and had appeared on a podium in the midst of a large group of people. Fearing that they were elitists, he had been about to teleport when a noob cried out *It*s the guy! They sent a guy!’
And now here he stood, the backs of the noobs, like so many knolls, radiating out from him in every direction. Texan85 enjoyed chaotic situations, however, and he decided to make the best of it. He leaned over towards Fathermooney, a priest who eyed him with awe nearby and asked –
Texan85:Who am I supposed to be?
Fathermooney:Um…
Fathermooney:Err…
The man didn’t seem able to respond, so Texan85 addressed the crowd.

27-May-2006 22:33:19

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He knew many noobs were highly religious and obviously they thought him some kind of messenger sent down by the Gods.
Texan85:Guthix sends his greetings.
A few more cries of ‘Thank Guthax’ drifted up from the crowd but the noobs remained bowed down, expectant.
Texan85:You’re in a war, stand up for Zamorak’s sake.
And that was when a tepid wind carried the screams and shouts from the nearby battles into the camp. Noobs suddenly rose, confused, looking all about. Many gave him questioning glances.
Texan85:Err, remain calm, everything’s under control.
But then an outcast near the fringes yelled ‘Everything’s out of control! Elitists are attacking!’, and just like that pandemonium broke out. Some smarter noobs ran to their tents for their armor but most simply sprinted, howling, out to meet the elitists. Texan85 watched from the stand as the crowds that had been so meek a few seconds ago now rushed into battle, screaming for blood. Fathermooney suddenly spoke up.
Fathermooney:H-hello.
Texan85:Hi, what’s going on here?
Fathermooney:Um, congratulations.
Texan85:?
Fathermooney:You’re our new leader.
Texan85:Leader? What about Cheezit?
Fathermooney:Cheezit?
Texan85:Yea.
Fathermooney

, that Cheezit.
Fathermooney:He’s dead.
Texan85

ead…
Fathermooney:Yeah, Ratherdashng too.
Texan85:Who’s he?
Fathermooney:You don’t remember?
Fathermooney:The guy with the big flamous head?
Texan85:I don’t think flamous is a word.
Texan85:And no, I don’t remember him.
Fathermooney

well, he was the other leader.
Texan85 had a sudden revelation.
Texan85:Was he clad in peasant brown?
Fathermooney:He wore brown robes…
Texan85:So this is truly the last battle.
Fathermooney:Um sure,
Fathermooney:Well, maybe you should go out there.
Fathermooney:Lead your people, you know.
Texan85 didn’t like the sound of that. He liked it even less when he traveled out and caught glimpses of the fighting.

27-May-2006 22:33:32

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One had to stand a good twenty paces out from an elitist group to avoid getting hit by flying noob bodies. Sitting apart from the fighting, Texan85 pondered.
The prophecies had never mentioned anyone like him leading the noob armies to victory. But then the death of this Ratherdashng had also never been mentioned. Texan85 subconsciously fingered the law runes in his pocket. By the time the elitists called a retreat he had made his decision.

27-May-2006 22:33:44

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74 – Atop the Mage Tower

Until a madman in his sway,
Shall kill the king and save the day.

Cheezit92’s mind drifted. One moment he lay in the torture chamber, the next he wandered the road between Falador and Varrock with his old gang. ‘The Dangers’ they had been called and Cheezit92 had bore the name Cheezit91 back then. Tro*gy24, their leader, had been renowned for begging a person into giving him 1000 gp. There had also been a girl by the name of Romilda36, Cheezit91’s first crush. She had laughed when Cheezit91 had asked to be her g friend (he supposed that stood for ‘good friend’). If only she could see him now.
Jump.
Tro*gy24 gestured back at the rest of the group. Excitement pulsed through them as they crept slowly past a gathering of zombies. Varrock sewer lay putrid about them, rotting waste flowing past in viscous streams. It was dangerous, they knew, but danger was their group name. Through a hive of spiders they ran, hearts pounding as the arachnids scattered every which way, and then into a room with two moss giants. Within a few seconds everything went wrong. Cheezit92 tried to stop his memory but still saw that monstrous club take Tro*gy24 in the back of the head.
Jump.
Tutorial Island crawled with people and Cheezit92 wormed his way through them. He had been renamed after dying while attacking a Varrock guard. Following the death of Tro*gy24, The Dangers had fallen apart.
Jump.
Outside Varrock now. Romilda36 took pity on the disheveled figure of Cheezit92, gave him 15 ashes.
Jump.
Meetings. Hundreds of noobs. Mad cheering as he announced his intentions.
Jump.
Flashing red. Falling backwards into nothing.
Jump.
He was lying on a table. Someone was loosening the ropes that bound his arms and legs to the hard wood. They muttered as they worked, something about killing Zezima and being an elitist leader. A sharp tug came from the rope on Cheezit92’s left arm and suddenly it was free.

27-May-2006 22:34:39

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He lifted it wonderingly, feeling the strain on his weak muscles. His other arm also came loose.
Sethcat began to work on Cheezit92’* legs, always muttering under his breath –
Sethcat:Crazy old bugger, locks me up after I save his life
Sethcat

oesn’t deserve to lead even noobs
He suddenly seemed to realize that Cheezit92 had propped himself into a sitting position. Sethcat’s eyes lit upon him, an insane fire blazing in their depths.
Sethcat:Hehe, listening in?
Sethcat:Well not to worry, I’m not going to kill you yet.
One foot came unbound, then the other. Cheezit92 pushed himself off the table and onto the ground. His legs almost collapsed underneath him.
Cheezit92:You’re freeing me?
Sethcat

erhaps,
Sethcat:But first ask me a question.
Cheezit92 thought hard.
Cheezit92:I knew someone named Tro*gy24 once
Cheezit92:He was cool
Sethcat spent a moment contemplating that, then nodded wearily.
Sethcat:Nice one.
Sethcat:We think alike, Cheezit.
Cheezit92:I can go?
Sethcat:Lol, if you do you won’t make it far.
Sethcat:Zezima sees all over the place.
Cheezit92:?
Sethcat:He’s invincible, did I tell you that?
Sethcat’s voice rose hysterically.
Sethcat

arts, spears, arrows, magic, they all miss.
Sethcat:Assassins, he knows.
Sethcat:Boo(c)by traps, he never sets them off.
Sethcat:I put poison in his strength potion and you know what happened?
He answered himself.
Sethcat:Nothing.
Sethcat:He drank it and didn’t die.
Sethcat

idn’t even become sick.
Sethcat’s voice broke.
Sethcat:What haven’t we tried?
Sethcat:Just ask me that.
Sethcat looked towards Cheezit92 and abruptly realized the noob was no longer there. The door to the torture room stood wide open and no hint of Cheezit92 could be seen in the corridors beyond.

~~~

Cheezit92 ran through dark tunnels, around dark bends, beneath dark ceilings, looking for light. The hollow pounding of his feet preceded him down the stone hallways.

27-May-2006 22:34:55

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His energy soon waned, however, and he slowed to a walk.
Everywhere, pathways split, intersected, and looped back on themselves. Cheezit92 imagined himself inside the strings of a huge spiderweb, everything joined in a complex pattern that only the web-maker understands. Several times stairwells leading downwards could be seen on either side of the passage but Cheezit92 chose not to take these. He wanted to head upwards not downwards, towards the sun and open air.
Rounding a corner perhaps half-an-hour later - or it could have been three hours later, it was hard to tell down here – Cheezit92 stopped in alarm. There was another person further down the corridor. A person he recognized. It was Numanuma3.
Romilda36's fifteen ashes that had been stolen from him so long ago flashed back into his mind. They had been his last reminders of that beautiful woman. And suddenly he was filled with purpose. Today would be the day he’d get his ashes back.

~~~

After the elitist raid, Numanuma3 stealthily slipped into the tunnels under the mage arena. They intrigued him. Just the fact that they were there and the elitists had never noticed them mystified him. Numanuma3 knew a route to Xanadu could be found through these tunnels, but there had to be tunnels leading to other areas as well. There were so many of them.
Numanuma3 carried a ledger and paused every once in a while to place a mark in it as he scouted the tunnels. Eventually these marks would outline a map of the underground network, a map which he could use for his own purposes. He listened intently to the noises about him as he marked and perused the dingy corridors. Zezima had almost died down here after all and the assassins might still lurk within these dingy hallways.
And so it came about that he heard Cheezit92’s footsteps before he saw the noob. They started faint at first, then slowly rose in volume until their sharp reports echoed magnificently off the corridor walls.

27-May-2006 22:35:08

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The owner of the footsteps did not even attempt to hide them. Numanuma3 judged that was a bad sign.
He froze where he stood, marking the sounds. Were they coming towards him or merely passing down a nearby tunnel?
Coming towards him, he soon realized. Seconds before Cheezit92 rounded a corner a short distance down the stone hallway from him, Numanuma3 had determined which direction the sounds came from. He caught only a short glimpse of a dark figure seeming to materialize, ghost-like, at the end of the corridor, before he turned and began walking rapidly towards the exit from the subterranean maze. Would the figure let him leave? Numanuma3 cursed himself for forgetting to bring his weapons.
But, upon seeing Numanuma3, the figure at the corridor’s end suddenly began to run, confirming Numanuma3’s worst fears. It was a pker. ****. He began to run aswell.
Branching corridors became flashes of black, doors streaks of brown. Dust wisped out from beneath Numanumas’s feet. The slaps of his shoes overlapped with those of the person behind him, creating a nightmare of sound that cascaded down the corridors. He thought he heard a cry of ‘wait!’ from behind, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he tried to remember the way out and throw off his follower. Three doors down turn left, he reminded himself. But no matter how many turns he made, the footsteps followed. And suddenly there were two pairs of feet trailing him. Numanuma3 swore again and tried to increase his pace. At least the people behind him didn’t seem to have any long range weapons.

~~~

(c)Mr. Happy touched the wall. His eyes saw it ripple beneath his fingers, but his fingers felt only firm, rough rock. The ripples spread, reaching the room’s edges and warping them before continuing around the chamber and meeting at the back wall. That was cool.
(c)Mr. Happy placed five fingers on the wall. Five ripples spread out, overlapping each other in extraordinary patterns. Was he going crazy?

27-May-2006 22:35:52

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