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Dwarffire623

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do u wanna risk typing ur pas before ur username in the sighn-in screen? as far as i know, every keylogger is triggered when someone types in a screen name, or something. if you type in ur pas first, then a keylogger would probably only record ur conversation. but dont take my word for it, thats just what i do.

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Crystal Smee

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~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~


Bydor melded himself with the shadows, watching the guard. His heart lightened as he saw the Zamorakian Captain leave the compound, heading back to his post in the village.

He trotted back to the storeroom, digging around for food supplies. He grabbed a small sack and loaded as much as he could, raiding multiple crates to fill it with travel bread and cheese.

Lifting the sack, he hastened back to the jail room. There, he snatched the keys and strode to Logaen and Saine's cell. The two were fast asleep with weariness.

He paused a moment. They looked so peaceful, did he have to go now? But time was of the essence. Sighing, he unlocked the cell and stepped inside.

"Logaen," he hissed, prodding the boy's shoulder. Logaen's eyes fluttered open. "We need to go," he said. Logaen sighed reluctantly, then kicked his brother.

"Saine, wake up."

Saine blinked, then scrambled to his feet and stretched. "Got those knives? Just in case," he asked Bydor. The burly guard nodded, producing their previous purchases.

"Let's go," he said, and the trio made for the door. Outside, night had begun to fall once more. They trotted away in the growing shadows.

13-Jul-2006 04:24:58 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2006 04:25:31 by Crystal Smee

Crystal Smee

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Theios perched on the wall, watching the laborers below. His eyes paused on a pair of guards, dragging an unlucky thief away to prison. Unrest broiled and writhed inside of him. Even after days, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something bad would happen soon. The shades, it seemed, had quieted down, but still something was wrong.

Nessa came up behind him, arms encircling his waist, lips caressing the back of his neck. "Look at what we've done for this city," she murmured proudly in his ear. He frowned.

"Yes, we've done much," he agreed. "But it's not right. I want to rule a city, not a slave camp. That's what we've made. Half the city rebuilds, the other half is a bunch of thieves and starving scamps. The guards only catch so many…I’ve told them to kill the thieves, to make an example, but it*s honest thievery. The people have no food. We have to open the city to the outside. Zamorak has freed some of the others, and trade can begin again. Then there will be food. We need to organize crops, we need to…” he trailed off wistfully.

Nessa sighed, her exhaled breath cool on his neck. "Love, this is the way of chaos. Is that not what you follow? You are going soft. All in due time, the city will be rebuilt. And then you can rule your city. Ardounge will be the greatest, most prosperous city in the world. Perhaps someday it can challenge Falador." Her voice carried hint of her greed in that hungry tone. Theios sighed, wondering if what he had done in serving Zamorak was right.

13-Jul-2006 04:25:03 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2006 04:25:52 by Crystal Smee

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He had wanted power, but not in this way. The people, they didn't need to die constantly. He needed laws, he wanted a true city. Then he cringed. What he was wishing for was order. What was he becoming? A Saradominist?

Nessa felt his flinch. "Are you all right?" she asked softly.

"I don't know," Theios replied sadly.


Saine stumbled to a halt, turning to face his companions. "We need to stop. I can't go on much longer, and its getting too dark to see," he announced. Bydor nodded mutely, barely visible in the twilight.

"Is a fire safe?" Logaen asked him, tossing the sack on the ground. It had been his turn to carry it, and it was quite heavy.

"I don’t think so,” Bydor declared. "We can’t stop for long. Sooner or later they’ll realize what we did, and we need to put as much distance between Port Sarim and us as possible

Saine grumbled something under his breath and plopped down on the ground. He crawled to the sack, rummaging around to produce a loaf of bread and some cheese.

"Here we go. Small rations, mates, but we have to make it last through the Wilderness," he said brightly, tossing each a slice of bread.

For a while, they munched in silence. As the darkness grew, he felt as though the trees pressed in on him. A thick canopy of leaves blotted out the sky and the stars, and there was nothing but the eerie quiet of the woods. Then, suddenly, a voice cut through the air.

13-Jul-2006 04:25:08 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2006 04:26:06 by Crystal Smee

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"They be out here somewhere. Find their tracks!" a voice snapped, like a whip. Bydor winced.

"Move in amongst the trees. Split up, they can't find us all. Try to get to Draynor, we can meet near the market stalls. Wait there if you get away." He snatched the sack, tucking it under a bush. Then he melded himself into the trees.

Saine looked around. Logaen was gone too. Breathing heavily, he moved toward the nearest tree. He grabbed a branch and tugged himself up, beginning to climb. Finally, he found a safe perch on a thick branch, and settled himself to watch and wait until the danger passed. He doubted they could see him through the blanket of leaves. He calmed his nerves by brushing the pine needles and twigs that had accumulated in his climb out of his messy blond hair.

Logaen slipped off amongst the towering trees, moving as quickly as he could away from the campsite. His heard pounded furiously, and he muttered a quick prayer to Saradomin for deliverance.

Bydor pressed himself against the trunk of the tree, sweat trickling down his neck. He shouldn't have left so soon, now Jakar was on to him. He could hear the Zamorakian Captain moving through the trees, the man had no respect for stealth. That was good, they wouldn’t be sneaking up on him.

"Find them!" Jakar snapped again. Bydor now heard other bodies, spreading out through the forest. He cursed silently.

"Look, ser! There be footprints!" Then he saw the torchlight, and barely stifled another curse. There was no escape, now. He could hear footfalls, a soldier nearing him.

Then the filthy man was in front of him. Bydor instictively swung a fist, knocking the man flat in the eye. "Ser!" the man blurted out. Bydor bolted.

13-Jul-2006 04:25:13 - Last edited on 13-Jul-2006 04:26:25 by Crystal Smee

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Saine could see the flickering light of their torches as they examined the small camp. He scooted back on the branch, back pressed to the rough bark. He heard a yell.

"Bydor..." he whispered sadly.


Logaen could hear the voices. They seemed close. Had he been found? Panicking, he began sprinting, crashing through the underbrush heedless of the noise it made. Then he heard a shout.

"One be getting away! After 'im!" His legs pumped full of adrenaline as he ran away, farther from his brother, farther from the guards, fear tearing at his heart. His vision blurred with sweat and tears of fright.

Soldiers quickly began pursuit of Bydor. He staggered, tripping over a clinging root. Suddenly, he went sprawling, fiery pain stinging his left shoulder.

He twisted his head, seeing the red feathers of an arrow protruding just above his arm. His vision flickered black. Oh, those fools! If only they knew!

He struggled to reach it, but his arm wouldn't bend the way he needed it too. Tendrils of pain shot through him again, and he gritted his teeth against the agony. He forced himself to his feet, to escape, but his legs wouldn't work. Paralyzed, he lay there, drowning in his pain.

He could hear the soldiers approaching, barely see them through his glazed vision. Then he felt something collide powerfully with his head, and it all went black.


~*~ End of Chapter ~*~

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