Chapter 15
"Then the others have noticed it too," Zamorack said thoughtfully, "I wonder, could it be? No, no, he left ages ago..." The cloaked figure stood silently across the room from his god, having just delivered the news of another "great power" in the land.
"Who do you think it is, my Lord?" the cloaked figure asked, his eyes flashing with curiosity. If there was indeed another great power in the land then his Lord should know about it, and then take appropriate action.
"That's the problem, I don't know who it is," Zamorack hissed, frustrated, "The only entity I would guess it is left this land ages ago, and I see no way that he could've acquired the means to return. I shall have to investigate. Oh, and while I'm gone you're in control of my armies... There is a Guthixian temple on the river, I'm sure you've seen it. When I return all I want to be on that island is a pile of smouldering rubble."
"Yes, my Lord," the cloaked figure hissed excitedly, "It shall be done,"
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A young acolyte ran through the corridors of the temple towards the High Druid's chambers, an urgent letter held in his tightly clenched fist. Arriving at the door, a thick wooden door with the mark of Guthix somehow permanently attached to it, he raised his fist and rapped sharply on the door. "Come in, come in," said an elderly voice from inside, and the boy slipped in.
"An urgent letter arrived from the Saradomin forces in Karna'khesh," he said excitedly. Handing the letter over to the High Druid, the acolyte took a seat in a high-backed armchair in the corner. The High Druid was old, and the common guess of his age among the acolytes was around eighty, a respectable age for a human. Having dedicated his life to his god in his early adulthood he was one of the oldest supporters of Guthix alive, and definitely one of the most respected.
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