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Chapter 33

Gul’dan whirled around, startled back to reality by the mighty bellowing of a dragon. It seemed that most of the army had now overcome the dragonfear, but Gul’dan could still see a few who were as overwhelmed by it as he had been. The dragons soon made the same deduction Gul’dan had: the dragonfear had worn off. The dragons lowered themselves in the sky until they were scarcely fifty feet above the Army of the Alliance.

One of the elven archmagi, Angoltaur, realized almost too late what the dragons’ next move would be. Years of experience in war had taught him never to panic, especially when using magic. He raised his hands calmly, causing all around to look at him in surprise. “Angol no draith ammen ned naur!” he said calmly, and from his hands a blue light appeared. It spread out across the army and mere seconds after it reached the edges of the army the dragons unleashed their terrible fire upon the Army of the Alliance.

Gul’dan had noticed the blue light flow over him and at the time had no idea what its purpose was. When the dragons had opened their mouths he realized instantly what it was for and was immensely grateful to whichever mage had cast the spell. As the flames engulfed his body he felt a warm tingling where the fire met with the blue light that surrounded him.

After the first onslaught of fire the dragons looked down, ready to see charred and burnt corpses. Instead they saw the army standing below them completely unchanged. Bellowing in rage the dragons flew even lower and unleashed their flames again to the same result. Now thoroughly confused the largest of the dragons flew lower and was not entirely surprised to see the blue light covering the Army of the Alliance.

The dragon was barely twenty feet above the Army and his shadow stretched over two hundred feet across the ground.

04-Nov-2007 11:09:51

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The dragon’s red eyes glowed brighter and brighter and soon every member of the army felt the blue light around them begin to waver. Galaphile quickly noted what was happening: the dragon was using its magic to attempt to break the shield that protected from fire. Shouting out to the other elven magi to help he too joined the magical battle against the dragon.

The blue light grew stronger as more and more of the elven magi joined the fight against the dragon, but Gul’dan was terrified to see that the light still wavered at times and felt terror rush through him as he saw the other dragons descend and join in the magical battle. Time seemed to stand still as the elven magi fought the dragons with all their magical might.

For what seemed like hours Gul’dan stood there, watching the light waver, solidify, and then waver again. Gul’dan could feel the air tingle around him as the magic flowing into the shield increased and felt a sudden fear as to what might happen should the shield break and all that magic have nowhere to go.

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“You are poisoned! You can’t see the King, you’ll die before you’re halfway there,” the Head priest yelled at the protesting Edlenmin. “I will not let you die! We will fight the poison! Then perhaps you can see the King!”

“You don’t understand! I’m not poisoned! Take me to the King!” Edlenmin screamed back. “This is of vital importance! I need to see him NOW!” Edlenmin attempted to rise but was calmly but firmly pushed down by a priest.

“This is the poison talking,” the Head Priest mused. “The poison has affected his brain. He is incapable of rational thought,” he informed another priest. “I suggest we knock him out to make sure he does not harm himself.”

Knock me out? Are you insane?” Edlenmin ranted, a note of desperation beginning to enter his voice. “Daernaur, tell them to let me go. I’m not poisoned anymore, and I need to see the King!”

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Daernaur looked at a loss as for what to say when Edlenmin played his last card: “Saradomin came to me while I was unconscious!”

With those words the Head Priest’s demeanour changed drastically. “What?” he asked incredulously.

“Saradomin came to me and gave me a warning to pass on to the King. He healed my poison! I need to see the King!” Edlenmin said, his voice calm now.

“Alright,” the Head Priest said. “Follow me.”

04-Nov-2007 11:11:04 - Last edited on 04-Nov-2007 11:11:13 by Poller5

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Chapter 34

The cloaked figure moved swiftly and silently through the silent passages of Gornakhan towards the temple of Zamorack. The battle had not gone particularly well so far, but none had expected the preliminary waves of forces to do much. At this point the dragons were hardly anything more than a scare tactic sent forth to demoralize the enemy.

The steep stairs that ran to the temple were treacherous and deadly: many were the men that had attempted to climb the accursed steps and failed. Were the cloaked figure human he would have been so exhausted by the time he reached the halfway mark he would have had to rest, but this was not the case. Zamorack did not like to disturbed for petty matters, and had positioned his temple in such a location that discouraged all but the purveyors of the worst news to disturb him. The priests never descended the stairs except in dire emergency, and thus had everything required for their life in the temple.

When the cloaked figure reached the top of the stairs he paused for a moment to admire the temple doors. As the fortress was originally built by dwarves, a race that traditionally has no love for Zamorack, this temple was a rather modern installation. As the cloaked figure understood this temple had been transported magickally by Zamorack himself when Zamorackian troops had first captured the fortress some five hundred years ago.

The door was carved of some sort of metal that’s nature was unbeknownst to the cloaked figure. The twisted and convoluted shapes in it seemed to scream out in terrible agony and could the cloaked figure feel emotions he would pity them, for he knew exactly what was happening to them.

The carving was based on a historical event the cloaked figure had vast stores of knowledge about. In fact, he had helped to cause it.

04-Nov-2007 18:06:48

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In fact, he had helped to cause it. Some one thousand years ago the cloaked figure had discovered that the priests of a Zamorackian temple near to his capital were double agents and had reported this to his lord. Zamorack’s wrath was great, and the punishment he brought upon the priests was terrible. The cloaked figure reflected on the brilliance of his master’s plan. Zamorack was a being of chaos, a chaos more pure than any chaos to be found in Gielinor.

The priests were called to the Zamorackian capital where they were brought before Zamorack who then bombarded them with the chaos of his essence. The pain they felt at being exposed to something so much more powerful than they were was horrific, but unfortunately for them not fatal. For three days they were subject to the pain before Saradomin discovered what had happened to them. Knowing he could not save them Saradomin did what he deemed was best and put them out of their misery.

The cloaked figure moved forward and with a mental prod opened the heavy doors and entered the temple. Ignoring the black stone carvings and statues in the temple it moved to the bloodstained altar where it said a silent prayer to Zamorack. The temple was empty and the cloaked figure moved amongst the statues of Zamorackian followers in silence. Some of these statues dated back to the days when Zamorack was not a god, but rather a Mahjarrat and the cloaked figure found these the most impressive.

A sudden feeling overwhelmed the cloaked figure and it whirled around to face the altar. No longer was it the only being in the temple for now a figure dressed in simple red robes stood before the altar. “Zamorack,” the cloaked figure murmured.

“Yes, Ktulu, it is I” Zamorack said softly, his voice smooth and silky, deceptively seductive. “I am proud of your work in this war so far."

04-Nov-2007 18:07:20 - Last edited on 04-Nov-2007 18:07:58 by Poller5

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