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Poller5
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No Zamorack and Saradomin are destoryed and will not be coming back. As are all the other gods with the excpetion of Seren and Guthix, and Seren has very little power now. Oh, and read the first sentence. This story does not have a happy ending.

And since it's a short story I believe I'll publish when it's fully written.

22-Nov-2007 19:11:18 - Last edited on 22-Nov-2007 19:12:51 by Poller5

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Zaros- The Empty Lord. Probably the only Deity that can rival Guthix in terms of Magicks.

Zamorak- Seemingly 'destroyed' Zaros using Armadyl's Staff and his own power. Somehow gained Zaros' power in the process and became a God.

Saradomin- Came first to Gienilor besides Guthix, and ruled over for some time before the Mahjorrat found out Gienilor existed.

Seren- Probably the most docile Deity, spends her time to only protect her race; the Elves.

Armadyl- Zaros' polar opposite. They were probably rivals, and he along with Guthix was probably the only one to threaten Zaros' reign.

Bandos- Not a particulary known Deity, but a strong one at that. Known as the Big High War God, dominates the goblins.

Yeaaaah :D

23-Nov-2007 00:19:09

Poller5
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Amazing how this has turned into a theological discussion =p

I never really did know all the gods anyway, so I just described the deaths of some of them. The onyl gods you'll be seeing are Zaros, Guthix, and maybe a bit of Seren.

23-Nov-2007 07:15:30

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Chapter 35

Ktulu remained in the temple silently mulling over this latest development. Zamorack was definitely worried, and that fact alone was what had Ktulu worried. Few things upon Gielinor have the might to worry a god, especially one as powerful as Zamorack.

Ktulu swept up and out of the temple with great haste. He practically flew through the rooms and passageways of Gornakhan before at last arriving at the gate. The gates stood eighty feet tall and were each over ten feet thick; built to resist both might magic. Three crossbars ran across the gate, each three feet high and five feet thick in order to secure the fortress gates. Ktulu looked up at the gates and for a second felt an overwhelming respect for the dwarves that had centuries ago crafted the entire fortress.

The sounds of battle were clearly audible even behind the massive gates. The roars of the dragons were deafening and shook the very foundations of the ancient fortress. Mildly curious as to how the Saradominists had survived so long against the terrible foes Ktulu began manipulating the more subtle locks with his mind. Soon all of the magickal locks had been disabled and Ktulu waited silently for the order to attack. From all around rose silent spectres; phantoms to serve Zamorack in his war; and as they rose Ktulu was filled with a new certainty that there would be no dawn for the Saradominists.

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Gul’dan knew very little of the nature of magick, and that fact now scared him. Around him flowed magick in quantities in the past he had but dreamed of. Every hair on his body was standing fully upright and he shivered as the magick flowed around him. A sudden gratitude for all magi flooded his veins after a dragon flew directly over him, spewing fire down upon the troops like heavy rain upon grass: powerful but ineffective.

Galaphile’s mind was blank except for the words of magick he was silently uttering as he drew in magick and released it into the shield.

23-Nov-2007 19:48:01

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He was an accomplished magick user, but the terrible magick of the dragons was wearing him down none too slowly. A cold sweat broke over his body and the veins in his brow were fairly bursting from the strain of fighting the dragons. In the past magick had brought him both pain and pleasure, but this was sheer torture.

Angoltaur was one of the greatest elven magi to ever live. And that was indeed saying a great deal for his might. Of the gathered soldiers he was the only one who had ever fought a dragon in the past. He was not experiencing to the same extent the pain felt by Galaphile, but the massive amount of magick he was manipulating was fatiguing him mercilessly. As he tightened his concentration on the spell he had cast he marvelled at the magickal might of the dragons.

The King of Varrock was not a mage, and had even less understanding of the workings of magick than the least educated at the Royal Academy of Magick in Ardougne. He was a warrior even before he was a king. He had fought in small skirmishes as a prince, but not even the fiercest of the enemies he had faced to date left him feeling as powerless as he felt now. A scream of frustration tore from his mouth, causing all around him to turn and look. He knew now that his life was in the hands of others, others wielding powers he did not and could not understand, and he hated it.

Galaphile suddenly felt his magick flow uncontrollably out of him and realized the dragons had quit their assault and were flying back towards Gornakhan. He released the magick, but before he could wonder what was going on the mighty gates of Gornakhan swung open and from them marched an army that froze his blood.

23-Nov-2007 19:48:16

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