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Eln
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Chapter One- William


A burst of cannon fire exploded with a sound akin to thunder, echoing and resounding within the stone hallways of Duskfort. William Aren sat on a stool in a corner, his back leaned against the stone wall as he began to record his thoughts within his journal. He looked up for a moment at the noise before continuing without a second thought.

It was odd how the prolonged siege had made such a sound normal, but the preceding weeks had made the sounds of warfare an everyday thing. One had to adjust or they would soon find themselves growing madder much too quickly.

" Day 26. Year 260 of the 4th age.
The Saradominists continue their assault of the fort. We are supposed to believe that the walls can't be breached, that the wards will hold, that we all are safe here. Agustus assured us that we can trust in his ability, though I have my personal doubts. The walls tremble as their attacks beat against the mountain side. I hope for us all that my doubts mean little.
What if Grandmaster Kendrick was wrong- what if we will die in this place? There is word that Kendrick is thinking about taking some of us out, to go get help from the Arens of Asgarnia. I hope I go with him. This fort almost reeks of desperation, fear, even madness- it has been growing in the past few weeks. I can feel it waft through the air, almost like a foul odor. Rumours are starting to spread-”

Another explosion sounded- louder this time, a resounding crack that was impossible to ignore. William’s pen jerked, leaving a scar of black ink across the white page as the walls shook once more, before he sighed and stood, shutting the book and placing his pen within his robes.

Duskfort was a fortress- dug into a mountain near the elven lands as a last-resort place of refuge for the Zamorakian Aren family, their students, and their servants. The God Wars had ended hundreds of years ago, but that didn't end the aggression.

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Eln
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Eln

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Sure, William mused, Saradominists and Zamorakians technically had a peace, but technicalities meant little, and the absence of gods did*’t mean that mortals would stop spilling blood in their name. This battle was the cumulative result of old grudges, the original cause being one that neither side could remember. William hated it. All he could do was practice his healing magic in hopes of perhaps doing one small good thing to combat the pain that people were so quick to inflict upon each other.

The place that William had chosen to write was empty, a supply room that he often sat in when he required privacy. Just under a thousand people had taken refuge within the fort, and time alone was as cherished as it was rare. He stepped past a shelf of supplies and nearly jumped upon the realisation that he was not alone.

Crouched against one wall was a slender figure, cloaked in similar garb to most of the Aren mages- thick black robes that were practical against the cold and damp of the caverns. The figure, despite facing William, did not look up- its cowled face pointed down towards the floor. It seemed to be drawing something with a piece of charcoal on the stone, and upon William casting his gaze towards it, he noted that it seemed to be some form of a magical circle.

William cleared his throat loudly in hopes of getting the figure’s attention.

The figure did not look up. The room was silent.

William felt a wave of unease travel over him. The rumours began to play through his mind quickly but he caught himself, dismissing it as paranoia. ‘Come on, William, don’t let this place get to you, ’ he thought, before phrasing a greeting to the figure.

“Hello?”

04-Jul-2013 16:40:48 - Last edited on 04-Jul-2013 16:47:09 by Eln

Eln
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Eln

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The figure crouched before William froze, the stick of charcoal breaking. It did not reply. Unnatural silence filled the room. William spoke a bit more loudly in an attempt to show bravery, though the words caught in his throat and made him stutter.

“N-… Name yourself!”

No sooner did William finish the words before he felt a burst of pain in his head as though he had a spike driven into his skull, and he grasped the sides of his head with a pained whimper. His journal dropped to the ground as he collapsed to his knees. The figure stood, stepping directly onto the circle, its boots smudging the careful lines and drawings that it had been paying so much detail to before.

Fighting back tears and gasping for breath, William looked up with watery eyes to the being standing in front of him. Green eyes glowed from under the hood, lightly illuminating a grin that was too wide for the figure’s face. It was the last thing that William saw alive before his lifeless body slumped forward, blood trickling from his ears and nose.

A burst of cannon fire exploded with a sound akin to thunder, echoing and resounding within the stone hallways of Duskfort. Soon there would be nobody alive to hear it.

~

04-Jul-2013 16:40:53 - Last edited on 04-Jul-2013 16:47:48 by Eln

Eln
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Eln

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Ellen/Eaglegirl/Eggy here!

This story is heavily based on an RP plot written by Liam the Big, and involves pieces of the story from a large variety of characters and players. I do have permission from them.

Credit where credit is due will be added as more is written. For now, enjoy! :D

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