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Chapter 1 Part 1-
The thud of wood on stone echoed endlessly in the still night; a horse screeched, and all small animals ran into hiding.
The clink of amour rang throughout the icy corridors, growing louder with each passing second. Men and women ran into their quarters and guards stood to attention as the sound of his sword, grating along the stone floor, became even more unbearable.
Athalos, one of the many sentries, held his breath and saluted as the feared knight passed. The man stood before him, blood-red amour tinted with the cruel stains of true blood. He pulled back his cloak from his shoulders and the hood from his face.
"Sir, welcome back." Athalos' face contorted at the sight before him; the cold light only amplifying what he saw.
"Yes," the knight drawled, seething with some unknown anger. "It's good to be back."
"Um, Sir. Where is the rest of the platoon?"
The knight merely snarled, his colorless skin appearing to rip as his thin, black lips parted; revealing horrid, stained


teeth.
"Sorry Sir, none of my business Sir." Athalos stuttered, his body wanting only to run.
The man wiped the blood from his blade with leather-bound hands, and sheathed it along his back.
"Tell Zamorak that his General has returned. Tell him that The Malevolent One awaits his audience."

Outside, above the rooftops of the city of Varrock, a cold wind crashed against the spires of the forgotten churches – bringing with them the screams of the dead.

The Malevolent One knelt on the stone floor, and, placing one armored knee on the ground, raised his face to the darkness at the end of the hall.
A word was muttered, screeching like steel on steel, as if it were being etched into the fabric of the world. The torches along the walls sprung to life.
All was lit by their eerie glow, all but a formless shape at the far end of the room.
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"My General," it hissed, with words like poison. "What news do you bring from Ardougne?"
The Malevolent One rose from the ground, and swept his cloak around his spiked shoulders. "Not good my liege, not good at all." The tone of his voice grew deeper, "that fool of a messenger lost the scroll."
"WHAT?! This is not good, I expected better from you!"
The many folds of cloth surrounding the shape flew to the air, as if caught in a whirlwind. The body looked human, at least in shape and size, as it was thrust upwards into the air above the throne. Even without the layers of fur, he was cloaked in black; only his hands were exposed.
The claw-like talons reached up to the ornately carved, black-metal mask – shaped in the visage of a hideous demon. He pulled it back from his face, revealing something even more horrid; he had no face, only skull.
Emotionless bone, stained yellow and green. Putrid remnants of a body squeezed from his eye sockets, maggots poured from his mouth as he breathed. He faced his General.
Carved into the bone were pictures of battles, of torture,
and of unimaginable pain. The carvings began to glow crimson, and blood seeped out from the cuts; it ran down his skull like tears. Sanguine tears of madness.
"Lord Zamorak," the General's voice quaked a moment, "it was foolish of me to trust him. He will be punished, and I shall atone for my mistakes."
The Malevolent One bowed again before his master, and drew his sword. He placed the blade along his wrist and waited for his liege's signal. Zamorak sank back into his throne and raised a bony hand.
"Now," he hissed, dropping the skeletal-form of a wrist to his lap.
The Malevolent One grimaced as he tore his own blade along his arm; slicing through the skin and tendons.
He sat there for what seemed like years, watching his black blood spill to the ground before him.
"That is enough." Zamorak waved his hand and the skin healed along his General's arm.
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"You are too kind, my liege." The General flexed his arm and watched his fingers return to his control. "I shall find the messenger, punish him, and continue with the siege
of Ardougne as planned."
Zamorak covered his face once more, and threw the dark, shroud of cloth back over his body.
"Good, do not fail me again."

Athalos nearly jumped as the knight backed out of the hall.
"Sir, I trust all went well?"
The Malevolent One just stared him in the eyes and drew his blade.
The scream echoed throughout the castle.
A gentle winter breeze blew through the cities of east and west Ardougne. Once one great kingdom, the city of Ardougne was split in two after the late king’s sons could not agree on who would run the city. King Tyras was given West Ardougne, while King Lathas was given East Ardougne.
But that did*’t matter now. Now West Ardougne was Bandos’s and East Ardougne belonged to Armadyl.
Armadyl’s soldiers lined the borders of the two cities, ready to slaughter Bandos’s goblins.
Armadyl’s side had the advantage, too. They had possession of the wall, which now had tons of bowmen on it. As soon as the battle started, they would shoot the enemies down.
But the battle did*’t start for a while. Both forces were there, just staring each other down. It did*’t begin until Xavier, captain of the archers, had a spear thrown into his stomach. He coughed, and then toppled over the west side of the wall.

And then all hell broke loose.
Bowstrings snapped into the goblin crowds, and javelins flew over the wall straight into Armadyl’s warriors. The door separating the two cities started burning down, and goblins and Orcs alike sped through the gate, oblivious to the fire. Battleaxes chopped through men like a knife through paper, and the strike of a war hammer broke one’s bones. Nevertheless, the goblins soon found themselves outnumbered. Every one of them had an arrow in their skull, a sword in their heart by dusk
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Chapter 1 part 2

The Malevolent One strode through the battlefield, silently considering his last few days.

The messenger had been easy to find, hiding away in an old pub, drinking away his fears. Yet his fears had found him, in the form of a Zamorakian spy. A poisoned dagger to the thigh, and he'd been carried out like the drunk he was.
The Malevolent One laughed, that weak-minded man had talked before the torture had even begun: the scroll had been found by a warrior of Armadyl and taken to King Lathas.
The torture had then proceeded as planned.
Getting the scroll back from the King however, would prove troublesome. In fact, after consulting Lord Zamorak, it had been decided that the damage was done; the General was to have the plans rewritten, a new battle strategy needed to be formed.
The genius, of course, was that of Lord Zamorak.
Do not tell Bandos of the changes; let him fight the battle alone. Then, once all are dead or wounded and the armies retreat...

And that was where he was now, striding through the battlefield, savoring the sweet smell of decaying flesh. He raised his hand, and the five men behind him stopped, their faces covered by the hoods of their loose robes. The General twisted his neck, dark eyes scouring every inch of the field. "Here," he whispered his voice like rough stone.
The necromancers assembled into a circle and began to chant. While the General continued to circle the gathering, surveying the scene for any possible interruptions, the necromancers continued to chant. The words of Zamorak poured from their rotten mouths like the maggots from their Lord's. With arms raised to the black sky they screamed into the air; an evil, ethereal scream, which spread across the field like a plague. Noises were heard from the castle as the guards ran out to find the source of the screams.
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Only one guard made it in time to see the uncovered dead rise from the ground, and the long forgotten skeletons break free from their earthly prisons.
He soon joined them, as the mighty blade of The Malevolent One split his stomach and his guts spilled to the ground, only for him to stuff them back into his awful mouth; his eyes endless voids into his skull, his soul was corrupt.
The necromancers fell to the ground, exhausted by the magic, and pulled their hoods back over their shaved heads.
"Our work here is done," they spat, in unison. "We shall now return to our crypt in anticipation of further orders."
They bowed low to their General, lowering one knee in a semi-curtsey, and retreated into their own shadows – disappearing from sight.
**************************************************************
His hope dwindling, Shadow cut through the endless legion of zombies. He was one of 10 elite Armadyllic soldiers, yet he still had difficulty holding the enemies back. His black sword was naturally tinted red, but anyone could now see that it was red with blood, all over the blade and hilt.
They backed him up to a wall, and Shadow was forced to scale it. The limestone bricks jutted out this way and that, so the climbing was quite easy, but zombie were following suit.
Shadow clambered into the house through a window, and boarded up the entrance with a cupboard. The hardened soldier sat down on the bed in the room, safe.
“Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!” Shadow quickly sat up, drawing his sword and shield, his robes automatically converting back into spiked armor.
The cupboard drawers opened and undead poured out of them. Again, there were too many zombies here. The fighter hastily exited the room, and ran down the building’s stairs. But the ground level was infested as well, so he fled into the basement and locked the door.
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Die, die, die!" The Malevolent One screamed with joy, as he ran through the enemy ramparts; lunging, swiping and swinging his two handed blade back and forth.
The sword caught another warrior in the neck, not slicing per se, but moving with such brute force that, upon contact, the soft tissue and brittle bone was torn and crushed before its cold, blood-stained edge.
~They stand no chance~ was the General's only thought, as he placed one foot on the body and wrenched his sword from stone behind it.
He strode arrogantly through piles of the dead, some of which were slowly putting themselves back together, and came to stop at the door to the keep.
He slowly knocked on the door, making it sound as threatening as he could - a favorite pastime of his.
"Come out King Lathas, come out and face your doom."
There was no answer, so, rather impatiently; The Malevolent One tore of the head of a nearby zombie as it made its way down to the courtyard. He wrapped its hair, tightly, around his fingers, and heaved it up to a high-up window. It seemed to float for a moment, before smashing the glass and sailing in.
Shouts of surprise soon turned to anger, as the King realized what it was.
"You monster! How dare you defile my... Ouch! The damn thing bit me!"

"I warned you King," he spat the last word like it was venom; "the only true master of this land is our Lord, Zamorak. You will surrender yourselves now, and your deaths will be, relatively, painless."
"No, I'M warning YOU! Armadyl, God of grace, will protect us from your hellish wrath."
"You are foolish to the bitter end. So be it."
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The Malevolent One stood back from the door as twenty of his largest zombies hurled themselves at its wooden frame - sending shockwaves along its length. Time and time again they threw their weight against it, until, eventually, the door was flung from its hinges.
**************************************************************They busted through the door with a hammer, and the zombies were slowly filing into the room. Shadow eyed the family of four huddled up in the corner. The boy had a chinchompa in a cage. A Chinchompa! Shadow grabbed the animal and flung it at the zombies. It exploded, killing all of the monsters but two.
One with no arms ran at Shadow, but he beheaded it and it flopped to the side. The next one, who was missing a leg, was stabbed through the heart and quickly discarded. But then a hidden third zombie pulled Shadow to the ground. Unluckily for the undead fighter, its head plunged into one of Shadow’s armor spikes and died.
**************************************************************I rushed through the halls of my Lord, Guthix. Three guards, one a ranger, one a mage, and one a warrior, stood at the ready at the door. I stopped as they drew their weapons and held out my orb. It was similar to one of those guarded by Fiara, only it had an engraving of glowing scales carved in.
"I seek audience with Him," I said, "trouble is stirring in East Ardougne."
At those words the warrior guard took my orb and studied it carefully. He then handed it to the mage and she uttered ancient words. The orb then shined and floated into a hole in the gigantic double doors, which by the way, was the perfect size and shape for the orb to fit.
The guards then stepped aside as the door seemed to automatically creak open. I stepped inside two feet and knelt on one knee. Then I lifted my head to see Him. His figure was purely that off a human clouded by green light.
"You came to deliver news." He said. His voice seemed like two, one of a man, one of a woman.
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"Yes I have," I said, still kneeling, "there is trouble in East Ardougne. The armies of Zamorak are crushing that of Armadyl. East Adrougne's King is even being held hostage by one of Zamorak’s most powerful and most trusted generals. He is known as the Malevolent One."

"I see..." He said, His voice full of pure calmness, yet also
concern, "and where did you learn this information?"
"One of Your scouts came back with hostages. Zamorakian necromancers. We found them near the barrows crypts. They conjured up Zamorak’s undead army."
"I see..." He said once again, "Then I believe we should even this matter out. Rally the troops. Head into Ardougne and recollect the king from Zamorak." At that he stood and I found myself back outside His thoneroom. I ran out of grand hall, after recollecting my orb, and rallied up the troops from the barracks as ordered. We were going to Ardougne.
************************************************************Shadow turned to the family of the boy with the chinchompa that had saved their lives, but not before wrenching the head of a zombie off of his armor.
“Are you alright?” He asked them, with utmost concern.
They wavered for a moment, but then the father stood up and shook Shadow’s hand.
“The question is, are you alright? But I guess that isn’t much of a question, with that quick of thinking you must be. I wasn’t too keen on having an explosive animal as a pet, but I guess it was a good idea after all,” the father said, smiling “since you saved our lives, it’s only proper we know who you are.”
“Oh jeez, I don’t deserve all this praise. As a member of The Armadyl Elite, it’s my job to protect East Ardougne and all of its contents.” Shadow noted humbly.
“Well, a member of the Armadyl Elite?” the dad was astounded, but the other three family members were only near impressed. “How amazing it is to meet one of you! And you all have little codenames, what must yours be?”
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29-Oct-2011 05:50:09

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“It’s Shadow. I would love to stay and chat, but there’s kind of a battle going on here.” Shadow informed, gesturing towards the door.
“Well be safe, and thank you for saving us!” The father called as Shadow departed.
Back on the streets of East Ardougne, a battle was stirring, albeit its presence was not noticeable. The presence of Zamorak was noticeable however, as the smell of rotten flesh and newborn maggots still hung in the air.
Shadow walked through the streets of the city, taking in all that had happened. The edicts of Guthix had been halfway broken; the gods were released back unto Gielinor and were free to assemble large armies and fight.
Zamorak and Bandos for the plane, Saradomin and Armadyl for peace, and Guthix for a perfect balance of the two.
The elite soldier stepped in a puddle, spraying its liquids unto his plate legs, now they were even more blood coated. He returned to his thoughts, although the situation at hand was the only other recent occurrence. Bandos invading
East Ardougne and failing, Zamorak turning the fallen warriors of that engagement into his own undead minions, and striking when all of East Ardougne was tired and drunken because of the celebrating of their victory of the first engagement of the second god wars.
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