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Kovanuvius

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I found a Typo!!!!

Jakar trotted down the hallway to a lonely office, chewing on the end of the cigar. That man...he remembered the wince at mention of south, the only evidence he had [had].

Theres supposed to be one *had*.

Err... forgot what page... dangit!

EDIT: I remember!!! Page 31, 7th Post, second line I think.

24-Sep-2006 05:02:49 - Last edited on 24-Sep-2006 05:04:17 by Kovanuvius

Kovanuvius

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Awesome Story Smeeze!! Just finished Tomb of Saradomin and again... Genious!!! Now it's time to Read Tomb of Guthix...

By the way...
Tomb of Zamorak...11/10
Tomb of Saradomin...11/10

You rock Smeeze!!

24-Sep-2006 05:47:30 - Last edited on 24-Sep-2006 05:47:48 by Kovanuvius

Crystal Smee

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~-~ Chapter 4 ~-~


Logaen darted through the maze of streets, searching for Saradomin. He had looked in the main square, and to his dismay, the god was not there. Yet Zamorak had. Was Saradomin hiding? If he was, that wasn’t a good sign.

Apparently he was hiding, for the next alley Logaen found himself in, there was Saradomin, crouched down and panting for breath.

"Saradomin!" he cried out, sprinting up with the Staff in hand. "I got it!"

Saradomin leapt to his feet, forgetting his loss of breath in shock. "How? Did you kill Bydor?"

"Yes! I caught him from behind," he lied, stomach twisting at the thought of fibbing to a god. He considered telling Saradomin the truth, that Bydor had undergone a change of heart, but he wasn’t sure he could trust Bydor quite yet. He didn’* want to give Saradomin false hope.

Saradomin nodded gratefully, taking the staff. "Thank you, Logaen," he murmured. "You have done well."

Logaen's guts churned further. Then he turned to his second order of business, telling himself that what he was doing was for the best.

"Saradomin?" he asked as the god turned to go. The man turned.

"Where was Guthix buried? I mean, you and Zamorak were found, but what about him?" he begged. Saradomin smiled and strode quickly back to the teen.

24-Sep-2006 22:22:58 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2006 01:50:06 by Crystal Smee

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He settled himself on one of the crates, staff clasped between his hands. "Sit down," he commanded gently, patting the crate beside him. Logaen settled himself down, listening attentively.

"Guthix was the first of us to die. He wanted to be buried in a place where there was balance; some form of life-death combination. I suggested the Wilderness, but, well, that was Zamorak's land, and then it couldn't be special to Guthix alone. So instead they chose another place that would have the same combination.

The chosen place was in the desert of Shantay. People view the desert as a place of death, and yet it thrives with a kind of life unmatched by anywhere else. His tomb is near the huge mounds of rocks, right near the Kalphite Queen's lair. Know the place?"

Logaen nodded eagerly. He had heard of it. "Thank you, Saradomin," he said as he rose. "Good luck." Saradomin tousled his hair.

"Don't worry," he assured the lad, and then he was gone into the streets, ready to even the battle and take a stand. Logaen turned and sprinted down the alley in the other way, toward the South exit out of Falador. He was there in minutes.

"Bydor!" he called softly. The traitor peeked around the corner.

"Logaen!" he motioned him over. "Did it work?"

"Saradomin has the staff. Guthix is buried in the Shantay desert, by the rocks near to the Kalphite's lair."

24-Sep-2006 22:23:06 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2006 01:50:31 by Crystal Smee

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Bydor, on sudden impulse, grabbed Logaen and pulled him into a great bear hug. Then, embarrassed, he pulled away and cleared his throat roughly. "Thank you. I will not fail," he promised, and then he vanished into the trees.

Logaen trotted back into the city, careful to avoid the main fighting. When he remembered the initial fray and how he had been caught in it, his heart raced again and he was reminded that he was barely a thirteen year old boy, and he had no place in the battle no matter how much he wanted to be the hero. There were other ways he could help, he knew, understanding now the place he had been given in Saradomin’s Order. Saradomin couldn’t lose his Chosen now, not with what was coming.

An immense commotion somewhere ahead alerted his senses and he dashed forward, sword upraised in his hand. When he reached the scene, however, he skidded to a halt and stood stock-still. Shock turned his legs to jelly. An invisible hand clenched his throat, cutting off all breathing.

Zamorak stood in the center of the circle. Saradomin was across from him, in the start of another alley. His eyes were glued to Zamorak, but they noticed Logaen and widened for a moment. Logaen only had eyes for what dangled from Zamorak's spindly hands.

Saine's writhing, trembling body was clutched in Zamorak's grasp. He screamed and pleaded and cried, but Zamorak just laughed cruelly as he gazed into the shimmering eyes. Then he glanced up, as though just noticing Saradomin.

"Oh, hello Saradomin," he greeted cheerfully. "Look what I found. I don't like trash in my city, you know how picky I get." His voice was a casual drawl, but there was a steely edge beneath it.

24-Sep-2006 22:23:18 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2006 01:50:49 by Crystal Smee

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Saradomin remained wordless. His mouth worked furiously but no words escaped. The god knew he should react, that perhaps he could save Saine, but another part of him knew the boy was beyond help now.

"I'll have to get rid of this," Zamorak continued, ignoring Saradomin's horror. "I think this is your Chosen's brother. What a prize." His fist tightened. Even from his far-off position, Logaen could see his brother's face redden, then gain a bluish tinge.

Zamorak watched with excitement. "Ah," he announced finally. "I believe it's dead." His voice sounded delighted. Logaen's hands clenched into fists, but he made no move. Zamorak's hand released, and Saine's body collapsed.

"You can clean that up, brother," chuckled Zamorak, and he darted off. Saradomin was compelled to follow, but his Chosen had just watched his brother die, and he wasn't sure what to do.

He gazed at Logaen sympathetically, but the boy just sprinted off. With a sigh, Saradomin turned and bounded hurriedly after the Chaos Master.


Logaen sprinted through the streets without any heed of direction. He suddenly found himself at the gate where Bydor had exited.

In a split-second decision, he began to follow Bydor.

24-Sep-2006 22:23:37 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2006 01:51:05 by Crystal Smee

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He had just lost his brother, yet he felt no loss. Just a numbness and a desire to put Zamorak in agony beyond belief. He knew that wasn't possible, so he would simply end this war before it grew worse.

He couldn't trust Bydor, that was for certain. Not any more. He stroked his sword. He had nothing to worry about.


Theios strolled through his city, admiring the work his new disciples had completed. Finally, the rebuilding of Ardounge was finished. Nessa was back in the castle, being pampered by her servants. He preferred an idle afternoon walk.

As he passed over the bridge, something collided with his knees and he stumbled, struggling to rise. Cool steel pressed against his neck and he felt a trickle of blood seeping into his tunic.

He remained silent. His attacker obviously wanted to speak, or he would be dead now.

"Theios, servant of Zamorak. You are now held by knights of the Light of Saradomin. You may give your pledge of allegiance to the Order or you may give your life. Which shall you choose?" The voice was as icy as the blade against his neck. He swallowed.

"I-" he began. "I will have my life. I pledge myself to Saradomin and the Order."


~-~ End of Chapter ~-~

24-Sep-2006 22:24:16 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2006 01:52:13 by Crystal Smee

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