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13-Jul-2010 21:20:09

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*Present day*

In the southwestern slums of Varrock, only one building still had light appearing from its windows that night. Inside, underneath the lanterns on the wall, a group of about twenty to thirty people were gathered around in a meeting. Contrary to the building in which they were in, most of them were very clean and well-kempt. Men made up the majority of the group, but a few women were scattered around as well.

Already into a big discussion, a man who appeared to be their leader stood before all of them, speaking.

“I assume that you all have heard about Zurik’s killing spree through the plaza and castle, right?” he asked, his voice a little bit shaky from nervousness. Underneath his furry Davy Kebbit hat, his eyebrows slighted upwards towards each other in obvious stress. The others were silent and stared at him during his pause. He’d been expecting to hear responses.

Continuing, he said, “Well, he stabbed –"

“We know what he did,” a woman with black hair in a ponytail said, interrupting. She made fierce eye contact with him, making him look down as she spoke. “The entire city knows about what he did."

"O-okay,” he stammered. “Uh, well –"

“Galtan, what are you doing standing up and pretending to lead us all?” another person interjected loudly. The man who’d spoken stood up and looked around at the others, smiling to garner support from the others. “If Zurik wasn’t in hiding now, you’d just go back to being the pouty new kid that you’ve been all year.”

Voices chimed in agreement, shocking Galtan. However, in the face of persecution, he gulped and stood his ground.

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“Well, if I wasn’t taking my place as second-in-command here, who would?” he fought back with. “How come nobody went with him today when he asked for help? *I’m* the only one who’ll be a man and take action in this group, that’s why I’m –“

“Sit down and shut up, Galtan,” another male voice demanded. The entire group turned their heads and looked to the back of the room, where the owner of the voice sat back in his chair. He had his arms crossed loosely and his head leaned up against the wall, but in a way as not to mess up his jet-black, spiky hair. “You didn't join him today, either, moron.”

The heads returned to Galtan, wanting to see his response. He stood staring back at the man in the back of the room, but couldn’t think of what to say. So, finally giving in, he stepped down from his pedestal and took his seat. However, once he sat down, the man in the back stood up.

“Until Zurik returns,” he announced, gathering the attention from the group again. “We will go about our normal business. Nobody follow this idiot Galtan’s lead and try to start something between us and the Royal Family. We just don’t have the resources yet.”

He looked at them all, seeing their solid expressions.

“Understand?” he asked.

“Yes, Malik,” a varied chorus chimed. With this final proclamation, the meeting disbanded. After a few minutes, the final light in Varrock diminished for the night.

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Staggering across the alleyways of Varrock, a wounded man silently headed home. Contrary to the peaceful night city, though, the inside of his head was chaos; raging and fearful thoughts flooded his mind. Grasping his left arm with his right hand was the only thing that he could do to stifle the pain.

When he reached his home, he could only use his right hand to perform all of his necessary tasks. After closing the door behind him, he fumbled around with his lantern for a moment before it finally lit. Then he turned and walked towards his bedroom, only to stop when he noticed something unusual in a dark corner of his home. The light did*’t strike the area, so he couldn’t discern what might be there. However, he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. Quietly, the man walked over to the corner, eyes squinted to see better.

He jumped in fear when he saw what it was.

“Oh!” he cried out, gasping and clutching his chest with his good hand. “Father, what are you doing here? Are you even awake?”

The body sitting on the chair in the corner stirred, and then rubbed at its eyes. After a few short blinks of adjusting to the bright lantern light, the man looked up at his son.

“Athos,” he said enthusiastically, but with an unusual undertone of sleepiness or sadness. Athos couldn’t immediately tell which.

Father’s getting old, he thought to himself, so old that he’s fallen asleep waiting around for me.

“Why are you here, Father?” he asked.

But he quickly changed the subject upon seeing his son holding his own arm. “What happened, son? Is it wounded?”

“I just fell on it, that’s all. But don’t worry about it, please, Father,” Athos responded. “Tell me, though, why did you come to my house?*

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His father's expression shifted from worry to pain. He looked up at Athos with old, mournful eyes.

“It’s Sabas, son. He’s dead.”

Athos felt as if he’d suddenly run blindly into a wall of bricks. His father’s words were completely subliminal to him. There was no possible way that Sabas, his little brother, was gone, never to speak another word or beam another smile ever again. The memories flooded his mind, all of the wonderful little brother that he’d had.

Sabas, in his youth, was Athos’ project, not just his little brother. Everything that he’d given up or missed out on, he encouraged Sabas to give another shot at. When Gnomeball first came to Varrock, Athos had pushed aside his friends’ requests to join them and play it. It exploded in popularity a few months later, but he had taken on a summer job with a farmer outside of the city. He had no time to play, but did*’t want Sabas to miss out on it.

Sabas became the captain of the city’s best Gnomeball team at age 14.

When Sabas finally hit the age where he could become a Varrock guard, he said he would stop at nothing to become the captain: one of the highest honors a guard could achieve. Being named General of the Varrock Army was a step above that according to King Roald’s set-up.

Sabas promised he’d be the youngest to ever become General.

Underneath a shower of cold sweat, Athos looked back at his father. Quietly, he asked, “Was… Was he on duty today?”

His father nodded solemnly.

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It took no more than half a second for Athos to come to his conclusion. He immediately recalled the chilling sight of Zurik Odracek’s blood-dripping sword, the one that had slain at least one purposeful life on this day. That very man who’d once sat around at his own family’s dinner table, enjoying time together as close-knit cousins. Sabas had lost his great life because of him and his group’s cause, which had turned a growing percentage of Varrock’s citizens against its own government.

Sabas had been slain by his very own cousin, the leader of those rebels.

“Athos? Athos!” his father called out from beside him, stirring him back into reality. He’d been standing emotionless beside his father for nearly a minute. “Don’t keep yourself up over it tonight. I know it’s tough on the both of us, but we’ve been through this before. You and I must get some sleep tonight. It’s our duty to guard the city again tomorrow and tomorrow on, just as we have sworn to.”

Athos submitted to his father obediently. However, his thoughts kept him up late into the night. One sentence continued to bounce off the walls of his mind for hours, repeating over and over. He could not forget it, no matter how much he tried to. It symbolized so much to him in his mind. Sabas had died after a short life of nineteen years, after just barely achieving a lifelong goal of his. So many other promises would never be completed.

Tears flowed from his eyes, which were pinched closed as he gripped his pillow tightly. He heard it again.

“I’m gonna be a Varrock guard just like you and Father when I grow up!”

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Chapter Three: Malik Ivanim's Uprising

During the daytime, most members of the rebel group continued on with their daily lives, blending in with the others. There were many reasons for this, mostly to avoid being discovered as a rebel and killed by the guards. They also did this because their group was in the process of gathering members, which it was doing at an astounding rate, and resources. Zurik Odracek was rumored by everyone, even the members of the group, to be sitting back and waiting for the right time to perform his ‘master plan.’ Whether this was an attempted overthrow of the government or a mass-slaughter of all of those that opposed him, nobody really knew.

One of the group’s most outspoken members walked outside through the plaza comfortably. She was stopping and looking at little sale stalls, but did*’t buy anything. Nothing stood out to her enough.

As she was strolling around, a familiar voice called out to her in friendly greeting.

“Hey! Denster!” a man called out. As he rushed over to her between all of the people amongst them, he struggled to hold onto his cavalier hat with the strong breeze. Once, his hat was nearly swooped up and taken off, revealing his medium-length, straight, cocoa-colored hair, but he caught it just in time, laughing as he did so.

"It’s Denir, Nicolas,” the woman responded seriously. Her blue-black hair was tied back into a ponytail which blew in the wind as well. She pushed her bangs to one side and smiled, indicating that she was only joking.

“Alright, if that’s the game you want to play, then fine,” he teased back.

The pair began walking around together, talking and joking and laughing. They checked out sales and prices, seeming like a happy couple to those around them.

"Do you see the prices these men think we'll pay for climbing boots?" Denir asked Nic loudly enough so that the salesman could hear.

"Why don't you whine some more about it, young lady?" the owner of the stall shot back as they walked away.

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“Hey! You two!” a man’s voice announced. It wasn’t the salesman’s voice, though. This one was so loud and full of anger that the pair stopped and turned. A few stalls away, a man with a body more like a troll than a human stood. They were both surprised at his sight, but became scared when they realized he was addressing them. Pointing a thick finger at them, he shouted “You’re the pair that were getting on me about joining the rebel group!”

His voice was shockingly loud, and many people still occupied the plaza. Denir and Nic both looked around, hoping that their covers wouldn’t be blown by this man.

“What do you want, guy?” Nic asked, feigning calmness, as the giant man approached them.

“I may have let you two go nicely the other day, but now that your group has killed very close friends of mine, you’re going to pay!” he threatened.

Their guards went up in an instant.

“Run!” Nic shouted to Denir, splitting away from her in a different direction.

The giant ran after Nic, roaring a battle-cry of vengeance, and was on his tail immediately. His steps were huge, much like a leap for the two smaller humans.

Nic had no weapon of any sort on him, so he dove under the nearest stall and rolled to the other side of it. Standing up, he quickly grabbed a chisel from the counter. The giant had no intention of stopping in his massive charge, though, and simply plowed through the stall. Objects went flying everywhere, planks snapped, and shouts and screams filled the ears. Nic’s heart jumped in his chest, and he ran again without hesitation. When the giant still pursued him, though, he turned around and threw the chisel as hard as he could at him. The small weapon struck the man smack in the face, blade first. Unfortunately, it only glanced off of him. It was also too dull to leave anything but a large cut on his cheek.

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Denir tried to be helpful. Taking advantage of not being the one chased, she found several empty glasses in the street, probably from a bar, and gathered them up. Then she took aim behind an empty stall and fired one glass after the other. Her first few missed wide, but she quickly got the hang of it. One after the other struck his torso, but she finally smashed one hard over his skull. Unfortunately, she caught his attention.

Having made eye contact with the beast, Denir turned in the other direction and ran. He chased her for a few seconds, but just until a powerful pain struck him in the back. Using his archery skills and some small crafting knives he’d found, Nic had thrown them at the madman. One entered the flesh of his back and dug deep, causing him to shout in pain and rip the knife out. Then, he turned and rushed back at Nic again, abandoning Denir for the time being.

In an instant, he was in front of Nic, slashing every which direction at his small body with the knife. Nic nervously leaned, ducked, and jumped out of the way of each continuing swing of the knife. He was completely avoiding any wound at all from the senseless giant until he finally found a way out of the brawl. From a stall that he passed while backing up, his hand reactively grabbed a pottery bowl. He threw this right at the beast’s face, hard and without a moment’s thought. It smashed into dozens of pieces against his thick skull, ceasing the knife attacks. However, even though he’d temporarily immobilized the man, Nic wasted no time running away as fast as he could. He might’ve gotten in a few nice blows, but then he would’ve been picked up and thrown all the way to Falador.

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Nic ran into the park outside of the plaza, where he luckily found Denir again. She quickly waved him over to her, where she was struggling lifting up a small wooden park bench made for two.

“Help me lift this up!” she demanded. Nic ran over to her side and lifted it with her. They had only a few short seconds to spare before Nic just barely caught on to Denir’s plan. Seeing the deranged man once again blindly charging them, this time with a two-handed sword raised above his head, they threw the bench at him just in time to make solid contact with his advancing skull. With this final blow, they jumped out of his way and watched him run right between them. The huge sword dropped behind his back and he fell with a large crash on the ground just a few steps later.

“Whoa!” Denir cried excitedly. She then pointed at the remains of the bench, split into two large halves beside him. “He broke the bench with his head!”

Nic laughed with her and they quickly ran off, just in case. They’d just caused chaos in the Varrock plaza, breaking stalls and stealing goods. Plus, by using teamwork, they’d taken down a mammoth man.

Gasping and panting for breath in a nearby alley, they hunched over and pressed their hands on their legs. Then, looking up at each other, they smiled and broke into laughter again.

“This’ll be one hell of a story to tell the others later!”

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