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Bump, sorry about not bumping. That is sad about smurf, he really was a good guy. R.I.P. Smurf Black's membership, Smurf was a friend to us all, and a preserver of the thread.
Good luck with your play!

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Indeed he was, indeed he was *cries* We believe we may have a way to bring him back though, so all is not lost.

The play is over! I did my final performance today, so my life is a bit easier now. No adds this weekend though, as I'm exhausted now and tomorrow I have a christmas party all day.

01-Dec-2007 18:13:04

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Chapter 36

Gul’dan looked in horror at the aberrations of terror that stood within the gates of Gornakhan. Spectres from a world of eternal night, they were terrible in their silence. At their head stood a being composed of ancient might, a creature of death and destruction: a Dread Wight. Silently the deathly host moved forward from the gates towards the Army of the Alliance.

A cold sweat broke over Gul’dan’s body as the spectres approached, fear their principle weapon. Gul’dan knew that these were enemies that mere steel could not bring down; amortal foes that knew neither fear nor pain. As they drew nearer Gul’dan’s breath drew short as his body was wracked with spasms of terror. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the army of the dead still approaching.

The King of Varrock saw Gul’dan, amongst many others, collapse, but could do nothing about it. It was only his intense power of will that kept him from joining the unconscious warriors lying on the blood-soaked earth. His sword slipped from his sweating palms as he watched the terrible army approach, and his concentration began to waver. Like a *** breaking, his resolve was obliterated and terror flooded his mind in a boiling, thrashing river of might.

Angoltaur saw men dropping around him like nine-pins and knew something must be done. Drawing upon the magicks within his body he put forth his might in an attempt to counteract the supernatural terror possessing the mind of the members of the Army of the Alliance. Terrible was the might of the dead army, and breaking their icy grip of terror over so many of the soldiers was terribly difficult. Eventually he won out over the dead and their power over the army was broken. Magick flowed through his veins as he prepared for what he knew would be a terrible battle.

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Edlenmin, Daernaur and the Head Priest of Saradomin, Iâmeth, moved with great haste across the plains towards the battle and the Kings.

02-Dec-2007 21:30:47

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The information that Edlenmin carried was vital, and each there knew that the king needed to know it else all might be lost. Should this force arrive and be unrecognized or underestimated then the end would be disastrous. “Powerful enough to defeat a god in single combat…” Saradomin’s words echoed in Edlenmin’s mind. Wondering as to what could be that powerful, Edlenmin walked in silent meditation.

“What could this force be?” Daernaur asked Iâmeth.

“I do not know, but it must be divine in nature for it to be powerful enough to destroy a god,” Iâmeth mused. “What if it is a god? A god that has gained power and followers in silence; a god with no love for order, or the ways of Saradomin?”

“I see no way that a new god could rise to such power without mortals noticing,” Daernaur stated bluntly. “However, it is powerful and thus we must be careful. This war has been complex enough without another force,” he sighed.

“I know, my child, and my heart goes out to all those touched by the terrible actions taken by Zamorack in his war against us. Even now I can feel the souls of hundreds of our comrades suspended around us, waiting to be united with Saradomin,” Iâmeth said quietly and with great weight. Their march continued silently for many minutes until Iâmeth collapsed; assailed by some unseen, undetected enemy.

Iâmeth groaned as he rolled around on the ground, his face contorted in unnatural agony. His lips moved, but no words escaped them, and Edlenmin and Daernaur looked upon the spectacle in terror, for they knew of nothing they could do to help the priest.

“DEATH!” Iâmeth screamed in terror and he stopped moving.

“Death? What is dead?” Edlenmin asked in terror.

“Unnatural… death. All around me… death. Invading my mind… destroying my thoughts… death,” Iâmeth moaned as he lay on the ground.

02-Dec-2007 21:31:12

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“What unnatural magick has wrought this?” Daernaur demanded to the heavens before collapsing to his knees and turning his attention to the priest.

“Zamorack… has wrought terrible magick. The dead… they have returned… He does not know what he has done… They do not rest, sleep or cease… they will destroy everything!” Iâmeth screamed before going silent, his breath ceasing and his heartbeat ending.

02-Dec-2007 21:31:35 - Last edited on 02-Dec-2007 21:31:54 by Poller5

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