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A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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~Honorary Warlord of the Former Writer's Elite~

Well, I'm only here because woodcutting is excessively boring.

Having exhausted most viable topics for discussion, and not wishing to spam your thread any longer, I'll bid adieu.

~Leader of the Former TIGA and the Academy of Literature~

04-Jun-2006 18:09:14

Crystal Smee

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~<>~ Chapter 9 ~<>~


"Zamorak's tomb?" Nessa frowned. "Isn't that rather obvious? The wilderness." Theios shook his head.

"Nay. We've been to the Chaos Temple, a likely location, already. I suppose, though, that it could be anywhere in the wilderness. It's such a large expanse. But the Gods were crafty. He would want his tomb able to be found, for times like these. But the wilderness is too obvious, I think," Theios mused.

"They died at the shame time, maybe they'sh buried together." Gerrick mumbled.

"Likely not. They hated each other," Nessa countered.

Theios jumped up excitedly. "That's it!" he shouted. "They hated each other!" He was positively brimming with excitement. In his haste, he had accidentally pounded his mug of ale on the table, and the foamy liquid sloshed over onto his robes. Heads turned in response to his cry, and he sat down quickly, flushing.

"What yer mean?" Gerrick asked slowly.

"They were rivals! That's it! Think. Which brothers hated each other the most?" he babbled eagerly.

"Zamorak and Saradomin, obviously," Nessa supplied, her expression bored.

"Exactly. Zamorak despised his brother. I would bet that when he died, he wanted to be buried in Saradomin's lands, that he could forever keep a wary eye on his brother's holiest of places," Theios explained, the words tumbling out in his haste. “He was crafty like that.

Gerrick lifted his head, staring blankly at Theios. "Meaning where?" he mumbled.

"Entrana," Nessa guessed excitedly. “That’s Saradomin’s holiest place. I doubt he’s buried in the middle of Falador.”

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Crystal Smee

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"Aye, I would think Entrana," Theios agreed. Gerrick drowned himself in his ale once more, pausing to look up at his companions.

"Them monksh don't let nothing bad on der island. How would Zamorak get hishelf there?" he protested.

"Force, most likely. Same way those demons in that dungeon got there, I would bet." Theios decided. Gerrick grinned. A tiny rivulet of drool and alcohol slid down his chin. Nessa grimaced.

"That's(c)s it. Thoshe demonsh, they guard his(c)h tomb!" Gerrick burst out, spraying spittle everywhere. Nessa winced and wiped the spit off her face, then nodded.

"So we go to Entrana?" she declared, not really a question. "It will be hard to get past the monks." She added doubtfully as she eyed Theios’ robes.

Theios threw back his head and laughed. "I have my own means of transporting us there." He murmured, rubbing his hands together as he rose.

Nessa grinned wickedly. "You'll teleport us straight to the island?" Theios laughed again, and Nessa sniffed.

"I'm afraid that is not possible, my lady. Seeing as my magic is based off of evil, I cannot teleport to a place so filled with good. I can, however, commandeer a boat. It will be at most a two hour's passage to the island, and those fool monks will never know." Theios announced.

Gerrick banged his tankard on the table. "One more ale before we goesh,” he demanded. Theios bent and picked him up roughly under the shoulders.

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"You've had enough, Gerrick," he assured him.

He supported the assassin as they stumbled out of the inn, into the cool afternoon air. Theios led them into a back alley. The stench of rotting food caused him to wrinkle his nose, but he forced himself to ignore it. Gerrick, as always, complained.

"Why we gotter go in 'ere? Shmell's like yer robesh, elf," he grumbled.

"Shut it." Theios snapped. "I'm teleporting us straight to the docks. It's complicated magic, and I don't want to be seen. I've never completed it before. I can do a general location, never managed specific places before.. Now, stand together, so it takes us all." They shuffled as close as either of them would allow.

He pressed his palms together, and a blue glow surrounded them. The energy crackled as he drew on it.

"Tesfa nossa ta Port Sarim. Tesfa nossa ta Port Sarim," he chanted over and over again, louder each time. He slowly spread his hands apart, and the energy engulfed Nessa and Gerrick, casting blue light over them.

"Tesfa nossa ta Port Sarim!" Theios cried forcefully. The world around the trio spun violently, faster and faster. Theios concentrated, repeating the spell again and again.

With a flash and a bang, the scenery changed, and spun slower and slower. Finally, it stopped. Gerrick stumbled away, collapsing to his knees. Nessa doubled over. Both were moaning.

"That...were...no...pleasant." Gerrick groaned. "Idiot elf."

“Shut up,” Theios growled. “I*d like to see you do better.”

"And now, for a boat," Nessa interrupted. Theios nodded.

"I happen to fancy that one right there," he announced cheerfully, gesturing to a large ship, the dark wood gleaming, sails unfurled and rippling in the light breeze. The words “The Savior,” were engraved on the side.

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" 'The Savior.' Ironic. Our savior, not theirs, now," Gerrick mused. The thief seemed to have shaken himself out of his drunken stupor. His speech had cleared somewhat, at least.. He started for the ship, melding with the shadows and skulking slowly towards it. Theios chuckled and followed in his wake, Nessa at his heels. Soon, they stood on the pier in front of the boat. Theios was drenched in a cold sweat of nerves. The Zamorakians had not yet attacked the smaller towns, or Falador, yet, and he would not be welcome here.

"Gerrick, can you climb up and let down a ladder?" Theios hissed urgently. Gerrick responded by producing two small, broad dirks. Large knives, they were strong and sturdy, and could support a large amount of weight. He thrust one into the wood, just enough to provide a handhold. He didn’t want to pierce all the way through, or the ship would leak.. Grasping it, he heaved himself up, shoving his second dirk into the boards.

In this fashion he made his painstakingly slow way up the face of the ship, finally tumbling onto the deck. He rolled into a crouch, glaring suspiciously at the docks below. No one had noticed. He scampered over to a rope ladder, tossing it over the edge. It dangled a few feet above the pier. Theios grabbed it and began climbing.

Bit by bit, he heaved himself up. Nessa grabbed the lowest rung as soon as Theios was high enough above her, and began her own ascent. Gerrick stood atop the rocking boat, scanning the docks to make sure they were not seen.

"Hurry!" he snapped urgently at them. Theios shrugged, though his pace picked up. When the three were all aboard the boat, Gerrick glared at Theios.

"And now what, elf?" he questioned impatiently. "Surely they's gonner notice a boat drifting aways."

"There shouldn’t be a problem if one of us just acts the owner,” Theios stated, glancing pointedly at Nessa. “Can you sail?” She shrugged.

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Crystal Smee

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"Sure,” she replied diffidently, and sauntered over to the wheel. Gerrick sliced the rope anchor with his dirks, and the boat began to float away as the wind filled the sails.

"Hey! You!" A monk immediately was on the docks in front of them. Theios threw himself flat on his stomach, heart pounding furiously. Gerrick followed his lead.

"Aye?" Nessa said idly, twining her fingers around the spokes of the steering wheel.

“Where are you taking that ship?”

"This is my boat, and that’s none of your business."

"We need proof,” The monk demanded. Nessa turned for a moment, shielding her face from the monks, but showing it to Gerrick and Theios. Panic was scrawled all over it. This could ruin everything.


~<>~ End of Chapter ~<>~

04-Jun-2006 22:09:19 - Last edited on 04-Jun-2006 22:28:10 by Crystal Smee

Sec3

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I've just read the prologue and I liked it - I normally don't read stories on the forums, just write. I'll be sure to read the rest tomorrow as it's midnight here :O

Oh, and does TGP still exist? I was a member but I haven't been around here for months...

05-Jun-2006 00:05:26

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