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Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Chapter 6 ~<>~


Gerrick scrambled to his feet and spun to face Theios, glaring angrily at him.

"What'n the name of the Lerd Zamorak didjer do that fer? I coulda killed 'im!" he growled.

"One, no, you wouldn't have killed the shade. You were growing tired. Two, you shouldn't take chances with shades. Their blades leave a nasty bite. If that thing even touched you, you wouldn't live much past two days. Three, by teleporting, it has no idea where we have gone, or where we are bound. Four, this gained us a few month's worth of time. So, frankly, I did the perfect thing," Theios answered calmly.

Gerrick let out a long, slow breath. "Well. I guess we be goin' ter Croiten then, no?" he asked diffidently.

"Yes," Theios said, and swept off towards the east. Gerrick followed him, gazing around in wonderment at the city.

Varrock had once been a great city, famed and honored. Now, it stood in ruins. Dark mages devoted to the Lord Zamorak glided about the city, highly esteemed. Laborers searched through the rubble for bodies. They had been ordered to clear out all of the dead before disease hit and wiped out their population.

The rain did not fall here, far away from Ardounge. There was no water to wash away the destruction. The night sky overhead twinkled with merry stars, seemingly joyous despite the havoc and slaughter that wracked the world below.

As the pair reached the eastern gates, Gerrick halted his companion.

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"Wait, elf. You'd best be gettin' some different clothes. If’n you go around proclaimin’ that yer the Chosen with them things, some folks might start botherin’ yer, you know, askin’ fer stuff," he said thoughtfully.

"Well, I suppose you're right," Theios sighed. "Let's go buy some, I know where the clothes shop is." He spun in the other direction. Gerrick snapped out a hand, grabbing the back of his robes.

"Buy? Who said anythin' about buyin'? I'ma thief, elf, and we don' need ter buy nothin'." Gerrick said proudly. Theios laughed.

"Of course. Well, go do what you can, then." Gerrick vanished, melding with the night shadows. Theios made his own way to the clothes shop of Varrock. Just as he arrived, he heard a shopkeeper's yell. The shopkeeper was most likely Zamorakian, but he still did not tolerate thievery.

"Thief! Get back here, you!" Gerrick appeared, glowing in the faint moonlight. He tossed Theios a pair of trousers and a shirt. Then they darted off into an alley, where Theios tugged on the new clothing, discarding his tattered clothes he wore beneath his robes, and tucked his robes under his arm.

"Let's go." Gerrick sprinted off down the street. Theios followed. As they neared the gates once again, they slowed to a stop. It would not be good to be seen running as they left the city. Outside the gates, they assumed a leisurely pace, sauntering south to the small gate. Past there, they began their trek down the long path that led to the site.

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An hour's walking brought them to the great archaelogic workplace. A burly man stood guard, blocking their path.

"Who be you, and what be your business in the Digsite?" he called suspiciously.

"We need to see Master Croiten, sir., Theios answered calmly.

"And your name?"

"Theios,” he declared proudly. “Chosen of Zamorak.” The title would alert Croiten, and he would allow an audience with them.

"Come." The guard stomped off towards the workplace, fingering his sword. He led them to a small hut and shoved the door open.

"This is Croiten's place, see. I'll fetch him. Wait here." He nudged them towards the doorway and headed off. Theios and Gerrick strolled inside, gazing around at the hut's meager furnishings.

There appeared to be three rooms; a bedroom, kitchen/den, and a washroom. The den area held three bookcases laden with numerous volumes, a table with three chairs, and an overstuffed armchair. Theios set his pack on the ground and began rifling through it. Finally, he produced his Zamorakian robes.

"What yer be doin', elf?" Gerrick asked curiously.

"My robes. So Croiten knows just who I am," Theios answered, shrugging into the red cloth. Almost as soon as he poked his head through and drew up the hood, the door opened to admit a short man.

"Hello?" he said, then gasped as he saw Theios. "Sir..." He bent over in a bow, his shiny bald pate gleaming in the dim lamplight.

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He was a chubby man, age lining his pasty face. He wore a white longsleeved shirt with a spiff green vest over it, and brown pants with brown boots. His head was bald, and his eyes grey.

Theios laughed. “I see you understand my position, Master Croiten. Good.” He smirked. “My companion and I, we are on a mission, and Master Dallin recommended you might be able to assist us, Master Croiten,” he explained.

He waved a hand, and Croiten straightened. The old scholar absently fiddled with his vest, hands quivering in fear and nervousness. "How may I be of use?" he asked nervously.

"You see, Master Croiten, Master Dallin has ordered us to find the Tomb of Zamorak. For the staff, you see." he stated, lowering his voice to ward against eavesdroppers.

Croiten's head bobbed in acknowledgement. Theios continued, "Master Dallin noted that you have done considerable research on the Tombs of all the Gods, and that you may have a clue as to the whereabouts of Zamorak's tomb."

The man grinned, eager to have his vast knowledge put to use. "Quite. Sit down, and let me explain. Is there anything I can get you? Tea, perhaps?" Theios and Gerrick shook their heads in unison.

"Nay," Theios declined politely, and settled himself at the table. Gerrick silently joined him. Croiten bustled about, setting a kettle on the range for his own tea, and then sat on the other side of Theios. He dry-washed his hands, thinking.

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“Where to begin? Ah, yes. First of all, I believe each of the Tombs to be somewhere holy to their God. So Zamorak's tomb would be in a land holy to him. That would make sense, would it not? My first thought was the wilderness. It seemed so obvious. So, I obtained detailed maps of that waste and went to work.

"There were many probable places. I doubted the Graveyard of Shadows. Zamorak would not be buried among common men. The Forgotten Cemetery, perhaps, for there are greater heroes there. But it still seemed unlikely." He paused a moment, rising to pour himself a cup of tea.

"There is always the possibility that he was buried in a random spot." Theios interjected.

"Ah, but you see, a Tomb such as Zamorak's would take up a lot of space. There has to be some form of entrance to it. Tombs have many rooms, as well as the Crypt where its inhabitant is kept." Croiten countered. "Now, there were many other ideal places; the Lava Maze, Red Dragon Isle, and the Chaos temple."

"And what think you?" Gerrick asked impatiently. Theios elbowed him in the ribs, and he grunted.

Croiten steepled his fingers. "It seemed the perfect place," he mused, "not far in. Nobody would think to look there. And named for him, as well, I believe. Yes, yes, that would definitely be it."

"And it is?" Theios prompted.

Croiten smiled. "I believe Zamorak is buried beneath the Chaos Temple." He declared.


~<>~ End of Chapter ~<>~

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