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I've tried to write scenes sad enough for Wizard to sympathize with my character. Doesn't work... XD

Oh, yes, and story profiled. Sorry, I came out of nowhere, didn't I? ^_^


Edit: Holy cow, new page!

08-Feb-2011 22:58:57 - Last edited on 08-Feb-2011 22:59:10 by Fireheart449

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Another rebel meeting took place that same day at sunset. Their newest hideout, located far outside of Varrock, now accommodated at least several thousand members. Everyone stood, since there was no way they could provide enough chairs for everyone. As Denir came inside and got situated with the group, she realized that most of these people weren’t even from Varrock. Many wore clothes and emblems that showed that they were from cities like Lumbridge and Falador, some even from as far away as Ardougne.

“Are these people only here to help take down Varrock?” she thought to herself. “What about the real reason the rebellion even began in the first place?”

Malik stood before them all, confident as ever and undaunted by the multitudes his voice reached out to. He looked them all in the eyes, almost as if searching for those who may be trying to challenge him again.

“Welcome, everybody,” he began, green eyes still scanning the many faces. “Let’s get straight to the point. We finally have the size enough to take out the Varrock monarchy. I will immediately begin planning with our designated strategists now. When we’ve organized everything, we will assign certain duties to groups, all which we will arrange ourselves.”

“How long will that be?” Someone from the crowd asked.

10-Feb-2011 02:47:12

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“You understand that I can’t disclose that detail at this point, in case we have a spy lurking around,” Malik answered. “Here’s what you all should do, though. Come to each meeting we set up--the time, day, and place of which we always announce at the end of each meeting. Do not speak of the next meeting outside of here, and do not mention anything we have spoken about here. Also, don’t think that some of those among you are not very loyal members to this group who are watching you all to make sure you don’t slip up. It’s vital that we keep everything about this group secret, which is why you were all personally recruited.”

Malik turned and started walking around on the platform he stood upon, continuing, “However, I am not naïve enough to believe that each and every one of you holds the same intention as the overall group. Therefore, we will have no leniency for those which we suspect will betray us. If this scares you, you will be better off listening to my commands and keeping silent about any and all things you know about our group and our plans. Give us no reason to suspect you, and you will have no reason to worry. But, if you are one of those who plan to or are already giving away what you’ve heard here, be very wary. We will find out who you are, without a doubt, and you will suffer the consequences.”

Malik stopped walking in front of them all, then looked to the back of the room, before saying, “Come, Galdrich, bring the traitor forward.”

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The crowd parted as the man named Galdrich, a huge specimen of a creature, dragged a person behind him. Galdrich made his way between the separating group, towards the platform, but all eyes were on the person behind him. He appeared to have once been a human, but his outer skin looked to have been hacked and slashed apart by sharp, cruel weapons as blood and layers of skin hung loosely from unhidden muscle. His hair and eyelids had been burned off with flame, the whole of his face blackened and flaking with ash. In addition to his outward beating, his left leg was bent inwards at the knee the wrong way, and his arm hung limply from his shoulder looking as if having been twisted from the joint.

As he passed by Denir, she gasped in shock to see his glazed eyes staring different ways out before him, yet his chest still stirred as breath entered his lungs in raspy trembles. She quickly looked away, covering her eyes so as not to see the tortured man be pulled away, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

When Galdrich reached the front platform, he picked the man up and tossed him up beside Malik. Then, the black-haired leader knelt beside the man and whispered something quietly to him. Galdrich appeared to have overheard, for he spoke to Malik, saying, “He cannot stand. His toes and fingers are snapped.”

Malik pulled the man up to standing position anyway, though, holding the bloodied person against his shoulder.

“Speak, Jaethur, tell them what you have done,” Malik told him, but with a voice loud enough that the entire group could hear. Everyone had been silenced at the sight of the man.

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Jaethur’s words came quickly and quietly, blurting them out so fast that nobody could understand what he’d said, let alone hear him.

“Speak up.”

Jaethur once again slurred the words out as if on impulse.

“I’m a palace guard!” he shouted, his voice still harsh and shaking. He was convulsing violently as Malik held him up.

Malik then threw him back to the floor, causing him to scream in pain. The crowd looked on in horror, still speechless, while Jaethur flopped around like a fish on dry land in his suffering. His desperate gasps for air were heard throughout the room.

“We will find out who you are and you will suffer the consequences,” Malik repeated. His blazing-green eyes scanned the faces before him yet again, all of which expressed total fear.

“The Varrock Army is said to have twenty-five thousand men,” he continued, as if nothing had changed. “Although we only have, by estimate, three or four thousand in attendance here tonight, you have no reason to fear. Many nations, as you are all well aware, could benefit greatly from the fall of Varrock. In particular, their politics: the allegiance they feel they must show for the alliance to one of the greatest city’s kings; their economies: the Bank Head stands in this city, and also the Grand Exchange, controlling goods and services as they please; as well as many other reasons. Some groups just seek to get revenge against the Royal Family of Varrock. All have expressed interest as our aid. Although they do not show their faces tonight, I reassure you, again, that you have nothing to fear as part of this group, just so long as you show no other loyalties outside of our alliance.”

“With the fall of Varrock,” Malik began to finish, while stopping to face them all again. “The entire world will be affected, changed. You’ve all made a wise choice joining with us. There is no such problem with wanting to join the side that will win.”

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Well, Chapter 6 is finally finished. If anyone wants to know, my plans have 14-15 total chapters. Almost halfway there :P

I don't know what I think of this add. Please let me know what you all think of it if you get a chance to read it. :)

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Chapter Seven: The Ammon Clan in Karamja

Deep south on the island country of Karamja, Athos had traveled through the dense jungle for nearly three more days before finally reaching his destination. When the village he’d sought finally appeared between the trees up ahead, Athos ran the rest of the way and entered into the village.

Almost immediately, he was spotted by several people who were either sitting around the center of the village or talking near their homes. They were all of dark-skin, some ranging from a lighter, tanned-looking type to a few even very black. At first, they became tense and cautious upon his sight, but many recognized him almost instantly.

“Athos!” one of the women cried out, rushing over to him and reaching around him with a big hug. The ones who hadn’t recognized him quickly remembered the name and went over to greet their visitor as well.

“Hello, Athos,” said an older man with scraggly white hair and a long, flowing beard. He walked over to Athos with a weak legs, using a cane to guide himself. He spoke very slowly, his distinguished features accentuated by his words. “It has been too long since you last came to see us. While it is good to see you again, I have to wonder why you have returned.”

“Haha, come on, Aryl,” Athos said to the woman who still held him tightly, playfully pulling away from her. He then looked up and met eyes with the old man, bowing his head in greeting. “It’s just like you say, Elder Jenke. But you don’t have to worry about anything, it’s nothing you need to get involved in.”

11-Feb-2011 00:01:36

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“That makes me worry all the more, boy!* the elder replied with a toothy smile, laughing a bit hoarsely. He then commanded the attention of all the younger kids who’d surrounded Athos, saying, “Come, everyone. Let Athos attend to his business. There will be plenty of time to visit with him later.”

Athos smiled to the boys and girls, but looked back up solemnly as Jenke led him inside of one of the houses. Once within, the old man closed the door behind them and showed Athos to a seat. At the table, he saw that many other ancient-looking men were sitting around either smoking from a pipe, blowing out the sweet-smelling smoke from between their lips, or reading from some kind of book with torn, yellowed pages. They gazed out towards him with unfocused eyes, studying him with a sense of complete disinterest.

“Everyone, this is Athos,” Jenke told the others. Athos nodded to the council, but received only the same blank stares along with a couple of mumbles. “He’s come from Varrock. He’s Biron’s son.”

This last statement seemed to catch their attention. A few sat up in their chairs a little more straight, others murmured between each other quietly.

“Biron’s son, eh?” one of the men asked, closing his old book. “Why’ve you come here, son of Biron?”

Jenke laid a hand on Athos’ shoulder and nodded when he looked back at him. Athos then spoke.

11-Feb-2011 00:03:23

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