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Chapter 37

Guldans eyes flew open, and rather than the fear he expected to fear he felt strangely confident. Standing up, he surveyed the area around him and saw others rising from the ground as he had done. Such was his wonder that the spell of terror over the army was broken he momentarily forget the army of the dead approaching.

With a suddenness that shocked him he remembered the source of the otherworldly fear that had gripped him; turning he viewed the dead once more. They moved much as they had before: silently, slowly, and with each inch they moved towards him he felt a strange fluttering in his heart growing stronger and stronger. The fluttering was strange though: as if it was detached from him, and he realized that this was the fear they caused; unable to touch him due to the magick of the elven magi.

As the dead drew nearer the fluttering increased, not once did he feel the fear clutch at his heart as it had done before. Around him he saw the rest of the army stand confidently: the dead no longer had any hold over them. He drew his sword and waited, waited for the clash of the living and the dead.

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Daernaur knelt at Iâmeths side, completely at a loss as for what to do. He had no experience in trying to revive people, that was a job for a priest. Edlenmin sat down at his side, his face mirroring Daernaurs. For a few minutes they sat there before they saw Iâmeths eyes fly open, now an even brighter blue than before.

"Saradomin has revived me," he said simply, addressing the looks of awe on their faces. "He said there is still work for me yet, and has made me stronger against the dead that Zamorack has summoned."

21-Dec-2007 15:15:32 - Last edited on 21-Dec-2007 15:17:06 by Poller5

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"What were you on about, before you died?" Edlenmin asked, his face betraying his curiosity.

"Zamorack has created a new army: a terrible army of the dead," Iâmeth answered. "The unnatural magic was such a shock to me I couldnt defend myself from it. It was unnatural and painful to me beyond your imagining. Zamorack has gone too far: that is why Saradomin sent me back: to stop the army of the dead."

"Well then lets get going," the impatient Daernaur said, eager to get going again.

"Indeed, no one else will warn our kings of the danger approaching us," Edlenmin said, referring to the message Saradomin had given him. "We must go quickly."

"Yes, we must," agreed Iâmeth, and with a suddenness that surprised Edlenmin and Daernaur, he started off towards the battle. Edlenmin and Daernaur fell in step behind him, and soon they had reached the river dividing the plain. No bridge stood there, and none of them could use magick to create one as had been done for the army.

Then, the water exploded, and from it rose a massive serpent, its scales glittering in the mid-day sun.

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