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Aha, finally back! Who knew eating your way out of a rock-candy cage could be that hard? :@


Epic, came back for two chapters of people hating people.... it never gets old! ;)


Bah, i'm troubled... I can't stay on this computer much at the moment, that means I can't raise my thieving, thus I might as well cut Runescape out of my schedule for a few more days.. greeeaaat... =/


Anywho, No need to worry about meh, I usually find a way to wiggle out of almost certain death every time! Like that one time.... *2 second clip of an Atomic Bomb mushroom cloud*


...Yea, the radiation from that one didn't go so great for my system... curse you, Einstein! >.<



~Seph "How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith

27-May-2010 03:44:47

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Thanks guys. o:

P.S: Glad to know the situation, Seph. I was getting a little worried for a second there. O_O

Chapter 8: The Catacombs of Zion

"Del," said Alyssa to Modello, his eyes shuffle over to her after wandering off. His eyes wander over to a man, his emerald green eyes glare upon Modello. The pale blue eyed young man froze like a statue when he saw this man. The man wore a black hat, and a black trench coat, with a white collared shirt underneath it.

He wore black pants that would be wore with a tuxedo and black boots that shined like a radiant sun. He had light brown long hair caught in a braided ponytail. He had scruffy beard and glasses over his eyes. His emerald green stare just glared at Modello like he was watching for something.

Modello's pale blue eyes grow angered at the man. "Hey," he said, his voice raised so that the man can hear. "Do you have a staring problem?" The two continued to glare each other, a trade of glances. After a minute stare down, the man in the black clothing spun around, facing away from Modello, and continued walking.

The man's footsteps were slow and sluggish, but his footsteps echo across the daylight sky. Modello sighed, turning his pale blue eyes back upon Alyssa. "Forgive me," he apologized. "But there was just something wrong with that guy."

Alyssa smiled, reaching out to Modello's left hand. "It's alright," she replied, latching her fingers onto Modello's hand. "To be honest, I felt the same way."

Modello's eyes look down upon the woman he loved with all of his strength. A smile grew to the corners of his mouth. "Well, all that matters is he's gone." he replied, reaching his hand out to Alyssa's hand. His hand wrapped around the smooth, warm skin of Alyssa.

His forehead leaned on top of Alyssa's head. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Are you?"
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28-May-2010 22:16:11 - Last edited on 28-May-2010 22:53:47 by Serene End

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"I'm fine." Modello looks back Alyssa, and she looks back at him. Their faces drew in closer to each other, their eyes looked at the ocean in the other's eyes. But just then, Modello opened his eyes to unfortunately greet reality. His emerald green irises glance up at the ceiling of his house.

His eyes emotionless, they stare outside. It was daytime, but the clouds have not let up since. The shadow of the clouds cast over the world in complete silence. But at least the rain let up. Modello sat up off of his bed, his covers and blankets fold up just like his body.

He shuffles his eyes left and right to find his jacket. Fortunately, his eyes find it, just below the foot of his bed. Modello quickly hops off of his bed, his feet slam against the hardwood floor ground in a silent thud. His feet step over to the foot of his bed and stop before stepping on his jacket.

Modello drops down to his knees, latching his hand on his jacket like a hook to a fish. He stood back up tall and pulled his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. Once his hands pop out of the holes that end his sleeve, his hands grab onto the end of his jacket and pull down, pulling Modello's head into the darkness.

His eyes were blind as he was unable to see anything through the darkness that engulfed him. But then, his head pops out of the darkness like a mole pops out in the Whack-A-Mole game. Modello's emerald green eyes shuffle over to the table beside his bed that kept his weapons, black caviler, and mask.

His feet walk over to this table, his steps echoing across his empty household. All that was basically in that house was a maple wood craved table, a window, and Modello's bed. His legs freeze once in front of the table, his hand latched onto his mask.
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28-May-2010 22:19:17

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His hand planted his mask on his face, sticking in place like glue. His hands then grab onto his caviler, lifting that off of his table. His hand plants his hat on his head, fixing it so that with a straight glance you couldn't see his eyes. Once that was done, his hands dangle down beside his hips.

His eyes close shut, now unable to see reality. He entered a world unlike any his mind has ever wandered to. About eight people pushed or pulled a heavy casket through an tunnel under the ground. Modello's vision enters a man pushing the casket forward.

These men wore ragged clothing, they wore pants that were ripped around the knees and ankles. Their shirts were long sleeved but those were ripped off, and they wore leather vests. There was a man in front of the struggling men. "C'mon! We don't want another massacre, do we?" he said. "YOU don't want to upset the Duke of Lumbridge, do YOU?"

The casket was made from a Runite stone, chain bounded it from ever opening. These silv(co)thril chains wrapped around this casket at least five times. The chains rattled with each second of motion. There were all sorts of cravings on this casket, of angels and ancient languages. "My lord," said the man that Modello's vision was in. "Can we take a break?"

The casket weighed so much, even for eight men. At least one-thousand-five-hundred pounds. It felt like pushing the weight of the world. Everyone was sweating bullets and bullets. The man in front glared back at the man who just spoke. "Are you kiddin' me, Álmos?" said the man. "Do you REALLY not care about your family?"

Álmos' pale blue eyes go down, turning them into a cut orange. He stared at his pale skinned hands that pushed the casket, they were cut with wounds of work and torment. They cried blood, rushing onto the casket. Álmos sighed, let out his problems. "Of course I do, sir." he said, a bitter dislike growled out as he spoke.
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28-May-2010 22:24:53

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They reach into a rather large chamber, filled with caskets against every inch of all the walls. Femurs and hands stuck out of the dirt below. The walls were a dark brown sort of stone, hand prints of blood smeared across the walls. The men shuffled their heads, left and right. "This place is givin' me the creeps." said one of the men.

"Well a'course, it's a catacomb, wut did ya expect? replied another man.

"Don't be afraid," said Álmos. "It's just a cemetery, nothing more." But from afar, the group of nine began to hear screams of others. They screamed: "Dear Saradomin!" before a deathly moan cried out, and then their screaming silenced.

Modello's eyes open back into reality when he heard a knock at the door, beckoning for his attention. Modello quickly grabbed onto his dagger and sword, placing them where they should stay. The door banged, still requiring Modello's attention. Modello's eyes emotionless, he approached his door.

His cold right hand reached out to the doorknob, grabbing onto it slowly. He turned his wrist, opening the door. He pulls the door open, revealing a knight of Avdima. "Sir Modello," greeted the knight. "You have a mission, along with The Mercenaries of Avdima."

"What is it?" he replied.

"To retrieve the body of Zion," he answered. "That's what Prince Allister Lucius of Avdima has told me to inform you. They should be at the castle waiting for you..."

"Very well." The knight steps back to make way for Modello to get out of his house. Modello steps out of his house and into the clouded morning of the day, closing the door into his house shut. Modello began walking towards the castle. "I would make haste, Sir Modello," stated the knight, halting Modello in his tracks. "By the way Lord Allister said it, I suspect a limited view of time."
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28-May-2010 22:31:24

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After the knight finished speaking, Modello rushed off. His feet hasting about twenty-miles-per-hour. His feet slam against the stone pathway, sounding off echoes that reached unto the heavens. After ten minutes of straight running, Modello reaches the castle gates, quickly going passed them and entering the castle.

The entire group was there, everybody. Allister, Lite, Varon, Bart, Richard, Moriah, Alena and beside her Daniel. A slight smirk grew on Allister's face. "Modello," he greeted. "I'm glad you could make it."

"What is important about this body?" asked Modello.

Allister spun around, his body towards the thrones of his lost parents, his body steps over in between the two thrones. His knees touch down upon the ground. "The body of Zion holds his powers, his knowledge, everything." he replied, planting his hand flat upon the floor. "Just as we have the Tablet of Zion, they too have one. Reuniting the soul may awake the body."

The ground beneath Allister growled and hissed, shaking and quivering. "Beneath this castle and the castle of Iericho is the Catacombs of Zion, built during the Third Age to house the bodies of all the soldiers in Zion's army, who were of course from Lumbridge and Draynor. But when Zion was 'killed', and knowing that he didn't seem dead, nine men went down this catacomb to seal Zion up just in case he was like Guthix, just asleep but to soon awake. However, records say that almost all the men died down here."

"How did they die?" asked Moriah.

"It's unknown, really. All the records what is that nine men stepped in, and only one man came out. He was a mess of blood, covered in it. And he suffered emotional distress afterwards due to this happening. Álmos was his name, the records say."
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28-May-2010 22:36:27

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Modello's mind flashes back to Álmos, the man whom he was able to see the first-person vision of. Moriah crossed her arms, tying them like a pretzel. "How convenient that Lumbridge, the city that Avdima was built upon, was the keeper of Zion's corpse."

"It's not convenience, but destiny." he replied, but then sighed. "Let's just hope we're not doomed to truly repeat their destiny." The stone wall that faced Allister bursts with smoke, growling as it opened up. The smoke blinds the group, smothering the air as the wall opened up.

After about thirty seconds, the smoke cleared, revealing that wall had truly opened up. Inside the wall was a long stairway, hardly able to see as the darkness consumed in whole. Allister stood on his feet, shuffling his head over to Moriah. "I'll let you handle the lighting." he stated.

Moriah shook her head up and down once, acknowledging his order. She had to go in first, stepping her feet over to the door. When she came face to face with it, she extends her hand out in front of her, closed in a fist. She began to feel the heat build up like a tower, building and building to an unbearable level.

She finally opens up her hand. As her hand opened up, a torch light appears floating in the palm of her hand. Once this has happened, Moriah steps into the darkness, her light became her only eyes through this darkness.

Her comrades followed behind her, lining up single file. The stairs cried and moaned with each step they took, it was like they were painfully walking over a bunch of people. They continued to venture into the darkness, walls surrounded them. Further and further they went down, the stairs continue to cry more.

After about four minutes of continued walking, the straight down stairs stopped, turning down instead of straight forward like a spiral staircase. This area was far more open, literally the size of a mansion. Without hesitation, the group continued down the spiral staircase.
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28-May-2010 22:39:41

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"I could only imagine how long it must have taken them to make this..." said Alena, her eyes looking to all corners of the large space.

"Years," replied Allister, looking to his sister. "But this was their earnest devotion to their savior, Zion. They were willing to do anything to show their gratitude to him."

"Such devotion is ridiculous." Moriah replied, her words cold to the men and women that worshiped Zion. "Why would you be willing to sacrifice anything for some stupid god - WHO wasn't even a god. It's just nonsense."

"That was a very ignorant statement, Moriah," replied Allister. "It's no different from us Saradominsts building all of these chapels, statues, and fighting in the God Wars for Saradomin. Absolutely no different."

"Never said I was one for faith."

"Very well then." As the group progressed on, they begin to hear unexplainable things. Moans and cries for helps, rattling of chains, even the collision of swords. They were almost at the bottom, just a few more steps. They finally arrived at the bottom after almost an hour of stepping down the long, seemingly endless stairs to the end.

The ground was a blanket of sand with a mixture of dirt. Poking out of the sand were ruins of an old building, most likely for gravekeepers. The roof had completely disappeared off of the top of the building and was now buried under all the sand.

There were patches of the original stone floor here and there, but most of it nothing more but a cover of sand. Allister shuffled his head left and then to the right. "There's something about this place I don't like." he stated. "Stay close to each other."

It was eerily silent, no sound to be made. Not even from an animal that made it's way in here. The pathway deeper into the catacombs was before them, it was as wide as a truck and was ten feet tall. It had the shape of a rounded rectangle. It was a coat of beige brown stones that looked dirty and cracked.
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28-May-2010 22:43:13

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