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Chapter 2 part 2


Staring at the bleak, craggy cliffs of the troll country, I sighed with content. It is the perfect place for an Ourg, or any other follower of Bandos. I leaned on my godsword, gifted to me by The Big-High-War-God himself when I became a General in the army. I looked with distaste at the pitiful Zamorakian city of Burthorpe. In the past battle at Ardougne, Zamorak had simply left our men to die, while his cowardly followers waited for Armadyl’s forces to be crippled before lifting a finger. They would pay for that, but not now. Now was not the time. When the pitiful armies of Saradomin are crushed, the Guthixians destroyed, and the Armadyl finished, then we could focus on the cowards. But for now, to have no alliances would be to die, so we are stuck with them.

I tore my eyes from the city and focused on the task at hand. The assault on Falador would be soon, as soon as the Big-High-War-God gave the word. I jumped down the cliff onto Death Plateau. The ground shook violently, and a few rocks tumbled down the mountainside. There, hundreds upon hundreds of small goblins, hulking trolls, bloodthirsty Ogres and savaging Orks stood ready, eager to tear limb from limb. A goblin quickly scurried out of a small tunnel. He approached me and got straight to the point- “Master Arador, the War Chief has ordered the attack. We move at dusk.” I smiled hungrily and waved the messenger away. I stepped up to the armies of Bandos and announced “Prepare to march to battle! For glory! For bloodshed! For Bandos!”
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Vicious, black clouds stirred in the north, and as the lightning forked across the sky, depicting the horns of Zamorak, the people of Falador knew that the moment of their fate was upon them.

They looked out from their turrets and gangways, over the ground as it morphed from grass to soil and rock, from life to death, and it was as if the shadows of the storm were alive
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03-Dec-2011 21:38:33

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with fury. The darkness twisted and turned, and licked out from its cover; slowly, but surely, coming closer.

It was no more than a quarter league from the border as the fires ignited, streams of infernal heat issuing from within the beast. They spread out first, and the clouds turned to smoke and the dead trees combusted – as they had longed to do.

From within the flames came a horde of dragons, their scaly hides the color of the darkest nights; so much so that, as they burst forth in an agony of hatred, they seemed merely glistening silhouettes against their burning backdrop.

Underneath their roaring bodies swarmed the un-dead, like the killer stings of wasps, thrashing through the searing undergrowth with swords, axes and even blunted clubs, impervious to the heat of hell.

Meanwhile, the storm continued to roll, flowing over the sleeping city like a cloth used as a gag, stuffing out all light, fresh air, and - so the plan was meant - hope.

The show of strength continued, torturing the outlying farms and villas as they continued to surround Falador. The Malevolent One sat back, hand in hand with his mistress and enjoying the charade.

The dragons continued to circle the high skies, above the starving cloud of smoke, and trenches were dug around the castle in which to hide. The plan was set, the troops were in place, and the siege had begun.

The clouds settled, and fires slowed to a smolder. The werewolves drank potions – confirming their transformation – and the maniacal laugh of the army's General echoed throughout the buildings.

"Saradomin! It... has... begun!"




He looked up, his soulless eyes cruising the black, midday sky, then down, at the blood soaked earth.

"Pah, pathetic weaklings. It is time to show you how a REAL warrior fights!" The Malevolent One roared at his army.
Lifting his sword, which was heavier than any mortal man could carry, he began to walk toward the castle of Falador with intent so clear, it could be readbytheblind
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Arrows whizzed past, only inches away, yet he walked on, oblivious, and with eyes set on only one thing.

"Praise be to Zamorak!" he shattered the amour of an attacking warrior with one swing, "the weak shall perish, so the strong may live!"

With an elegant flourish of his wrist, he heaved his weapon through the air, slicing the head of an unwitting archer from ear to ear. His body fell to the ground with a muffled thud, and a concoction of blood and brains emptied to the earth as a few stray zombies began to feast.

With his numbers dwindling, The Malevolent One knew there was no other choice – he had to join the battle himself. He powered through the battlefield, an unstoppable force with which none dared to reckon, decimating all those who stood in his way.

His cursed blade hungered for blood, feeding upon the souls of all those it touched. His deathly face was wrought with a living hatred, causing all those who looked upon it to fall to their knees and beg for mercy before he even reached them. Nothing could stop him. Nothing but...

His Mistress lay on the ground, her body mutilated and barely able to move; she saw her un-dead lover flaying flesh and bone like a shower of confetti, until he saw her.
He stopped, frozen with a feeling he had not felt in his thousands of years in the service of his Lord.

While distracted, though only for a second, the shaft of an arrow made home in his neck. The Malevolent One screeched with anger, flinging the arrow back at his feeing assailant, who fell dead as it struck his back. He crouched near her body and cradled her delicate head. He ran his fingers across her scarred yet beautiful face and through her fading, black hair.

"I never thought I would love again..." he whispered, "I did not think I was able."

Her remaining hand reached to his, gripping it with an unnatural force. She looked past his battle-worn face and empty eyes, to the man he once was.
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03-Dec-2011 21:41:08

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"Un-death does not have to be heartless," she closed her eyes, "his name is Holimikus." She snarled, her voice like gravel as she spat scarlet blood from her mouth, "kill him."

"My love... anything for you." A single tear ran from his eye and he rose again, standing amid the destruction. This would be a fight to the death, one of them would die.

The sky darkened as the fires were extinguished by blood, "Holimikus!" The shout was torn from his throat, "face me you coward!"

His amour glinted with darkness, and his cloak billowed in the blood-stained air as the most ancient of magic was summoned, lust - lust so deep, it surpassed the un-dead fury that Zamorak had instilled. The Malevolent One was no longer the General, he was no longer a servant, and this was deeper than loyalties. This was revenge.



The battle raged on, swarming across the death-swept plain like wildfire, destroying everything in its path. The smoke was as thick as ever, held down like some ethereal curse; it smothered the creatures, dead and living alike, congesting their throats with tar.

In the midst of it all two sets of boots kicked up the scorched earth in a flurry of steps, as if dancing to an ancient ballad.

The Malevolent One twirled, swinging his cursed weapon across ground, so low that it severed the heads of the flowers like a guillotine. Holimikus jumped, just high enough, as the leather bound to his feet was shaved a mere hairsbreadth from his skin.

A low beat shook the ground as more hounds were released, the clash of metal on their claws like ill-timed music. Holimikus landed, on toes and arms poised to lunge.

The Malevolent One paused, his empty eyes judging the man before him like a wolf stalks his prey. Then he spoke, barely a whisper, yet somehow audible over the ensuing battle.

"You are weak."
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03-Dec-2011 21:42:28

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Then he struck, his blade burning with malice as it arced towards his foe, fire trailing its path, and the swing hit home.

Holimikus was knocked backwards, his own sword thrown from his grasp in his futile attempt to parry, and came to a stop meters from where he was hit.

He was on the ground, unarmed, and struggling to breathe, yet as The Malevolent One strode forwards to inspect his kill, he saw that the attack had done no lasting damage. Holimikus had cheated the ways of a warrior.

"FOUL WRETCH! You channel the powers of your god in mortal combat!"

The soulless pits in his eyes combusted, and the black turned to red, glaring fire from his face. Lines etched themselves across his head, brimming with thick, sanguine blood like the lines were being drawn with a knife. The cuts joined, forming a tattoo of a torture worse than death, which seemed to emanate the pain which it described.

"You killed my Mistress, with these... these petty tricks!" The fire in his eyes sizzled like when sprayed with water, but then burned brighter than before.

"Cower in fear... Face the wrath of Lord ZAMORAK!"

White flames leapt from his hands, clawing their way along his blade like the blood that seeped from his scars, and the time around the two men seemed of its own. That outside seemed both faster and slower, as the skeletons swarmed over the dead as a blur, then slowed to a stop as their swords clashed, the two men stood, oblivious to all else.

The seven foot blade was engulfed with invisible heat, blue tongues licking from its end as he swung it over his head.

The smoke filled air combusted above his head, the entire battlefield a blinding inferno as all the men ran in fear, all but one.

Holimikus was pinned to the ground, as the claws of hell reached from the earth and pulled him down. His amour danced its final dance as the flames played along its surface.

The blade fell swiftly, not an inch of remorse from the now-heartless killer.
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03-Dec-2011 21:43:16

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It was more than torture, he was burnt from within.

He screamed his body dry, as the charred remains of his intestine and gut poured forth as dust.

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That was more than lengthy enough of a read for now, so I'll post the rest later. I hope you all like it!
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