Chapter 1
Falador
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"What do you mean you won't help!?" yelled Tyron, slamming his fist on the table. "The only chance Falador has is to join forces with the rest of Gielinor and meet in open battle!"
Sir Amik Varze sighed. He had been in an audience with two warriors named Tyron and Chazz for over an hour. They still refused to leave.
"I'm sorry, boy, but Falador needs to prepare for seige! We cannot devote our time to preparing soldiers, whose lives will almost certainly be lost, for open battle while our own city lies unprotected! At least in here we have the advantage of the walls and high ground!"
Tyron lost his temper. "Yes, but while you prepare for seige, the enemy is preparing for war! It doesn't matter if you are prepared for cowering in here or not! THEY WON'T GIVE UP."
"COWER?!" roared Sir Amik. "You accuse the Knights of Falador of COWERING, boy?! The only reason we do not meet the enemy ourselves is because we must protect our city!"
Chazz sprang forward. "The only way for you to protect Falador is to fight! You may be protected in here, but if Drakos has ANY sense AT ALL, he is just going to wait and starve you out! He won't give up! You saw what he did to Varrock, didn't you?"
Sir Amik cut in. "Varrock was ill-prepared. We will never let our beloved city fall."
"IT DOESN'T MATTER! What he did to that city, he wants to do to Falador and the rest of Gielinor. He wants to kill you all. He'll stop at nothing to get it."
Both Tyron and Chazz stormed out of the room, leaving the sinister words hanging in the air behind them. Sir Amik began to fidget. Could they be right?
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