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The Mad King

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Hi! I'm Raz, and I've spent a day or so writing a nice story in first person about Zaros. I'm going to need to reserve a few pages first, so please don't post before I allow it! =)

I'm going to cover the backstory and present story of Zaros in this first-person story, and I've done all my research so the information should be on-par with the official lore. Please do note that I made this and I have only created this off the information currently known and I have excluded rhetorical questions from this so there is no confusion.

But without further ado, let us begin! I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

12-Apr-2014 12:30:28

The Mad King

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Not long ago, I were made. Forged, with the ambition of being an object - a mere plaything, to my master. Much more became of me. My sibling too. We both are not
alike, however. She, unlike I, wished to remain with our creator - the very creator which I resent. I once longed to create my own destiny; my own fate.

On the isle of Freneskae, long ago, resided a powerful being - much more powerful than the Gods you see today. This being created me and my sibling
on this very isle, where we dwelt for many millenia. I felt confined, caged, enclosed. This was no way for a divine being to live. I show antipathy towards this,
and in strong manners, too. Consequent of my beliefs, I fled. I tried to convince my sibling to accompany me - but she believed that her and I are indebted to reside
with our creator, as without her, we would not be. I left alone.

I set out, searching the stars, looking in every crevice for whatever I may have found. After years of searching, I arrived at the destructive world of Infernus.
Akin to my very native land, this world appealed to me. This world reeked of evil, however. This world was a chamber of liquid fire and rock, and the heat
could sear through any uninhabitant's very flesh with ease.

I saw these strange creatures, intellegent life forms, and I had not seen these before, other than myself,
my creator and my sibling. I took note of their intricate culture and language, both of these concepts were foreign to me upon encounterment.

On my first visit to Infernus, I approached these creatures' leader, a massive Chthonian called Hostilius the Autocrat. I requested twelve demonic legions, and in
return, I taught the demons how to travel worlds - so they could devour inhabitants of other realms, rather than eachother.

Unexpectedly, this demonic leader, had accumulated significant intelligence, due to him absorbing the knowledge of his victims. He tried to trick me, but being
a divine being, I was not fooled. I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

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He struck a deal, yet, he attempted to make this unbreakable, and in his favour too. He proposed that the twelve legions and the
knowledge were to be given to the eldest signatory - which he presumed was himself. He erupted in hysterics, guffawing at his own brilliance. His egotistical
attitude soon changed, when I told the tale of my origins and how I was aeons older than Hostilius. I received immence, powerful armies, and he got nothing in return.

I left Infernus not long after that. Transversing the Multiverse, I discovered a new realm - this one I named Vampyrium. This realm, unlike Infernus, was a mere
realm of swampish features, tar smothered the skirts o'th'rivers, and the humidity suffocated you. A green layer of fog sit upon the ground beneath me, hindering
my sight. I could sense death.

I observed the life forms here - they were not like the demons of Infernus. They lacked language and culture - their manners were tearing off the heads and devouring
those who are weaker than them. The blood painted the land, and bodies were its clothing. I introduced sophistication and dialect - these attributes which I learnt
from the Chthonians - so the Vampyres could build a society, and in return I gained a high nobility class. In appreciation, they swore allegiance with me.

From Vampyrium, I travelled to other planes, and after centuries of travelling, I encountered the four paths of the elder gods. These were the Elemental Planes.
Here, I encountered other Gods; however, they were not like I. I were created a divine being, nothing less than that. These Gods, contrastingly, were ascended mortals.
A perplexing way to deem a god - Gods should only be divine beings, and mortals should only be mortals. Despite these beliefs, nay, because of these, I attempted to
recruit these 'Gods' to my cause, but they were reluctant. Their followers would not join me either. I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

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Over time I arrived to the world which we know as Gielinor - the Elder God's last creation, and, subsequently, their perfect creation. I had heard that the God of
Balance, Guthix, had shaped this world - but I could not find him. I assumed roll of the ruler of this land, but gathering the mortal followers to follow me was a
very hard job indeed.

My armies and I arrived at the town of Senntisten, which, along with its sister villages, was ruled by a powerful god with several heads, Loarnab, although his
intelligence was not apparent. I ordered my armies to attack and capture the beast, caging it, in its very homeland. My forces overwhelmed his, and I transformed
Loarnab into a living power source. This feat, couple with the mere sight of me, forced the inhabitants of the town to follow me and my order. This is where my
empire began.

I started building a large territory around the continent, known as Forinthry. Many humans joined my cause, but I believe that this was a consequence of my armies
conquering the territory of the other Gods. I wondered if my evergrowing domination of Gielinor would force Gods to follow me - but their wills aren't as easily
bent.

Over the due course of many centuries, my empire grew to a massive sife, stretching more land than any other kingdom ever estabilished. My world domination was
near. I anticipated to rule the entirety of Gielinor under my control. My capital remained Senntisten, a large city south of the main empire, however, it was the
most advanced settlement of its time. This city is where my followers worshipped me.

My kingdom finally made the other Gods fear me - I did not expect this, as I merely wanted alliances and followers. I managed to obtain the world gate, a portal
to other realms made by Guthix, but I do not and will not willingly talk about this. I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

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Regrettably, my followers' living conditions were not the finest. Despite the fact my kingdom, my people, were extremely technologically and magically advanced than
the humans living in Hallowvale, the people deemed their lives unsatisfactory. It was not unheard that the Chthonians were eating the homeless; although at that time
I was oblivious, along with the higher ranks.

But, as my cities advanced, so did the lives of the people, and they were educated in matters such as religion, law, and the language of the Infernal Demons.
Senntisten would always be the first to benefit of advances in the fields such as agriculture, engineering and architecture.

During my rulings, I discovered the Ilujanka, a race of infertile reptilian humanoids riding creatures known as Gurh and ****, in a realm very different to Gielinor,
both geologically and culturally. This world was peaceful, and there were no need for conflict. I offered them the ability of childbearing in return for them to
follow me, and the deal was bound. I led them through the world gate, and they quickly adapted to Gielinor. They stopped taming the Gurh and began taming the dragons,
and eventually, became to be known as the Dragon Riders. They grew fearsome, and the opposing armies of other gods became fearful, and my armies grew stroger. I
did not fulfill my promise, as I had no need, and these Dragon Riders eventually diminished, never to increase.

Along my timeline of domination, I launched a campaign to the south, in an attempt to add the Kharidian Empire, which was ruled by the Menaphite Pantheon, to my
empire. The Menaphites assembled an army, supplemented with mercenaries, to fight back, but my overwhelming forces proved to be too strong.

As my plans of domination began to come fruition, I commenced the act of not showing myself too much. Over time, it was a rare sight to see me outside of my castle,
and even then, I only ever communed with my closest followers - Azzanadra, Char and Zamorak. I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

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The forever bad conditions of living displeased my followers, but I could not have prevented this. My general Mahjarrat, Zamorak, rebelled against me, and formed
an army, with other Mahjarrat, such as Lucien, Enakhra, Hazeel and Zemouregal, as well as other powerful followers such as the Elder Demon Thammaron, the human
Viggora and the Vampyre Lord Lowerniel Drakan. Zamorak slowly began to eradicate opposition, like my follower Char, who Zamorak poisoned, thus preventing her from
stopping his plans, as well as providing her with a slow and painful death.

My power was too strong for Zamorak's legion, but that soon changed when he obtained the Staff of Armadyl. Zamorak's powers grew significantly, and he was able to
stand against me.

This is where my downfall occured.

Zamorak, as cunning as he is, ordered his army to distract me in my own citadel. From here, Zamorak outflanked me and sheathed the Staff, plunging it into my back.
Despite this, I fought Zamorak with great force, the pain in my back growing too much to bear, and I managed to lift my former general into the air, choking him, as
he was kicking defiantly. I could see deceipt, and treachory in his eyes, and all my emotions empowered themselves into hatred - my closest general, one whom I
appreciated the most, lied and turned on me. An emotion, I wish not for mortals to experience. Busy concentrating on killing Zamorak, I lost my footing and fell,
causing the staff sticking out my back to impale Zamorak. This very event caused Zamorak to ascend to Godhood. Realising my death was imminent, I abandoned my body
and my spirit left the scene. I cursed those who betrayed me and trapped them in the Shadow Realm for eternity. My followers were destroyed at their very homeland,
and the Dragon Riders were no more.

Not long after this, the God of Balance, Guthix, cast out his Edicts and banished all Gods from Gielinor. I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

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This marked the end of the second age of Gielinor.

In 169 of Gielinor's fifth age, communication was restored between myself and Azzanadra. A lone adventurer aided me in this, and I forever am in his debt. Azzanadra
and I talked for a while, and we agreed to bargain with Guthix to allow myself to return. However, Azzanadra, upon meeting with Guthix, was interrupted by the
cunning, manipulative Mahjarrat Sliske, who had obtained the Staff of Armadyl, who proceeded to assassinate the God of Balance, wiping out the Edicts and allowing
Gods to return. I did not anticipate this, but this allowed me to return and even gain the nobility of ruling Gielinor once again.

My faithful did not have to wait long to erect the World Gate, where the adventurer who established communication between myself and Azzanadra, and I was free to
return to Gielinor. However, upon transforming from my incorpreal state to my new body, my creator awakened. My creator's name is Mah. She has the mindset of a mortal
child, and merely wants toys to play with. However, her power is not to be questioned. Mah is now awakened, and I fear that the other Elder Gods will awake too.

The fate of Gielinor lies within my hands, and too the adventurer's. I wish to save this perfection.

I am Zaros. I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

12-Apr-2014 12:30:57 - Last edited on 12-Apr-2014 12:37:26 by The Mad King

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All reservations complete!

I know it's a long read but I spent so much time doing this and I'd really appreciate the feedback :) Thanks and I'll see you again! I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.

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