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Gielinor is a world at war.

From the ruins of West Ardougne to the swamps of Morytania men are dropping like flies. Trolls advance from their homes to pastures anew. Empires that were once great are broken. And some - not all, but some - declare themselves Gods, and march north and south to allied lands to take what they believe is rightfully theirs.

As new Kings are declared to replace the old, Gielnor is twisted into a land that is undergoing its first true world war, and will be changed forever in the process.

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Welcome to Tales From East and West!

It's been a while since I've contributed to the story forum so let's all play nice, unless you think I suck in which case feel free to give your critic's opinion.

TFEAW is going to be a massive time sink for me. If I get the chance to see it through to the end, then great! If you get the chance, then, well, good luck. It's going to take a lot of space; the introductory 'chapters' are together a little under five thousand words.

Something that should be noted is that this does not follow the timeline of the game world - the God Wars happened, yes, but the player does not exist and neither does the Sixth Age. Some rulers are the ones we know, some are not.

I make the attempt here to keep the main 'cast' a mix between actual citizens of Gielinor and the land itself. Chapters are not labelled by people, but by the lands. The current lands being followed are Kandarin, Misthalin, The Fremenik Province and Al Kharid. If you're following a character who's journey is in the Misthalin chapters who suddenly disappears, he's probably made his way into Al Kharid!

Confusing, eh? Yeah, I decided to do it on a whim. So, now that you've read this far, are you willing to read the epic tale of war?

No, I didn't think you were.


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PROLOGUE

“Ozan!” Ariane hissed.

The rogue glanced back at his friend, who was gesturing wildly to the guard patrol down below. He paid her nor them no heed and continued to sneak across the rafters of the palace ceiling. Hopefully his companions would realise that they had no choice but to follow.

After a few seconds he was close enough to lean against the wall he’d been creeping towards and shift to the side to allow Ariane access. She placed a hand on the warm sandstone and muttered a few words, creating a small hole through which to crawl. Ozan followed her in and entered the great hall.

It was one of the largest and grandest rooms Ozan had ever seen. He had been told that the Pharaoh of Menaphos was a man of taste, but in all his dreams he never could have imagined…the walls and floors were lined with all manner of gold and marble stones. Tapestries from the farthest corners of Gielinor highlighted the rich history of the Menaphite Pantheon. Great glass windows looked far down on the city below, each one stained with past rulers of the Kharidian Desert.

“Next time we’re here I’m going to steal everything in this room.” Ozan grinned at Ariane, who rolled her eyes.

“We’re here to kill the Pharaoh. The Emir gave us that job, not a simple theft.”

“Right.” Ozan looked back. “Wait, where’s Raptor? Has the old fool lost his footing?”

“He said he’d take another route.” Ozan nodded in understanding, albeit nervously.

“We still have four minutes before the patrol comes back. Think we can crack the seal on that door?”

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They looked at the great stone door at the opposite end of the room. The Pharaoh was on the other side. To get to him, they first had to make it past the city walls. Then the palace walls. Then the guard patrols, and now the magic seal – Ariane’s job. Then, finally, there were the twelve Menaphite Guardians sworn to protect the bloodline of The Pharaoh to the bloody end. “It’s now or never.” He unravelled a piece of rope from his belt and tied it to the rafter on the other side of the hole. Ozan slid down with ease, followed by Ariane. “Break that seal. I’ll stand guard.”

As Ozan readied his bow he glanced around at the armour stands, which had gone unnoticed until now. The armour of the Menaphite Guardians was a deep orange, with crimson lining. The edges looked sharp, and the symbol of the Pharaoh they had served was carved on each breastplate. One piece of armour per Pharaoh, Ozan supposed.

There was a squeak from one of the armours, bringing the adventurer back to the job at hand. Ozan glanced back at Ariane, who seemed to be struggling. “Having fun?”

“I made a mistake. Easily correctable, but they might be expecting us on the other side now.*

Ozan nodded. “If we are expected, then we must do something unexpected.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ozan paused. *I don’t know.”

There was a snort from the girl, which coincided with a squeak from another armour set. The mannequins seemed to sway. “These armours are noisy, Ariane. Can’t you silence them?”

“I’m a little busy.”

Ozan huffed and returned to standing guard. “Two minutes.”

Suddenly there was a mighty clattering from one of the armour sets. It swayed forward, about to fall, when Ozan darted forward and caught it in his arms. “For Saradomin’s sake!” He hissed.

Then the mannequin looked up at him, and drew his spear back.

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Ozan was gone from the range of the weapon just in time, and felt the sharp end scrape against the leather he wore on his stomach. “Ariane!” The mannequin took a battle stance and prepared to strike again. Ozan raised his bow quickly and fired directly into the head, but unsurprisingly it had little effect. The spear was thrust forward again and Ozan could only bring his bow forward as a shield to protect himself in time. The bow, which had been his primary companion since he was a boy, broke instantly.

Suddenly he felt a gust of wind behind him and ducked. Another spear swept over him and went straight into the mannequin in front of him, where it became lodged. The second mannequin was attempting to tug the spear out when Ozan hit him over the back of the next, forcing it to the floor. He took a spear from the first and looked around the room.

Sixteen mannequins, not including the two beside him, were marching towards Ariane. “ARIANE!” He ran forward, spear raised above him, and launched himself into combat with another mannequin. He made a lunge, which was dodged, and parried a blow from his opponent, before using the bottom half of the spear to sweep the mannequin** legs out from under him. Fifteen. He charged another, this time attempting a rudimentary pole vault, which combined with a well-timed kick managed to knock down a mannequin and two behind it. Ozan was back on his feet and picked up another spear. Twelve. A spear barely missed his ear; he spun around and distracted the mannequin with one spear and pinned its foot to the ground with the other. Eleven – no, wait, the two at the back were getting up, thirteen…and the three he had knocked down, sixteen…

“Ozan!” Ariane shouted, sweeping a hand behind her to send air waves that knocked back the closest attackers. She was still focused on the seal.

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Ozan attempted to run through the crowd, which was becoming tighter, but only found armour to greet him in every direction. Suddenly a set out of slight made another clatter as it fell to the floor, and as another was swept aside with a simple swipe of the hand Ozan knew that it had become an equal fight.

“Raptor!”

“Knock them down. I’ll make sure they stay there.” The Raptor marched through the crowd, knocking mannequins aside. Ozan darted from opponent to opponent, making sure that each one would be done for at least a few seconds. Occasionally there were some that looked like they were about to get up again, and even more rarely about to kill him, but each time Ozan thought this The Raptor seemingly appeared out of thin air, smashed the mannequin into the ground and moved on.

As Ozan looked around, the tide seemed to have turned. Less mannequins were getting back up now, and as he swung a fist into the stomach of one of them there were only a couple who could still fight. “I did it!” He yelped happily.

“Don’t celebrate yet.” The Raptor nodded towards the patrol running towards them – with backup. Ozan grabbed the backup bow he carried on his back, and readied an arrow.

“Ozan! Raptor!” Ozan glanced back to see the doors to the throne room slowly opening. “Let’s go!”

The two of them backed up to get closer to the doors, but the guards were already starting to break onto them. Ozan shot down any that came too close, whilst The Raptor knocked them back with his flail.

An arrow flew over the heads of the guards and hit The Raptor on the shoulder. It had dug straight through the metal and into the flesh, Ozan wagered, but his ally showed no signs of pain. Ozan fired two arrows at once towards the back of the room, but no cries of pain answered. He stole a glance at the room he was about to enter and saw the Menaphite Guards ready for battle. Atop the throne, at the back, sat The Pharaoh himself.

“My Gods…Raptor!"

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