Lumbridge- it's long past.

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 1, A change in fate - part 1 ~

 

 

 

Back then, Lumbridge was a simple town. No palace or bank. Just a general store, axe store, church and 3 houses. Home to Geoffrey, Ruby, Midna, Charles and Wildheart. Wildheart was a nickname given to him by his father, so now he makes everyone call him that. Which gave them these nicknames. Charles and Midna had no jobs. They merely fished at Draynor or chopped wood in the Eastern forests. Then sold it to Geoffry, the owner of the general store.

 

 

 

Sunday morning, and Ruby began mass. "Let us pray for our neighbouring towns and villages. For thier protection, and for thier happiness. Dear lord." The crowd rose to pray. "Bless the town of Draynor my lord. Grant them peace under the eyes of Saradomin. Let thier buisnesses thrive and thier townsfolk live long. Now and forever."

 

Amen." The crowd follow with thier amen and they depart. Thier hopes for their own village had faded, so they wished to hear no more.

 

 

 

Ruby, however continued. Weeping for the depressed lumbridge village. "My lord. Please, let our people thrive. Put back thier faith in themselves and you. Make sure that they have luck with every footstep. I'm begging you. Amen."

 

 

 

Her prayers were unanswered because on the next day. Darkness fell upon Lumbridge. Ruby, the first lumbridge citizen at the age of 58, died. In her Church, praying.

 

 

 

All was not well for the village of Lumbridge.

 

 

 

~ end of part 1 ~

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 1, A change in fate - part 2~

 

 

 

Lumbridge was mourning. But death was unknown to the people until the next sunday. When mass began.

 

 

 

The funeral had only one more person than expected. The rest were Lumbridge citizens. But the other was Ruby's father, Oscar. Who was a Jewel merchant in Falador. Closer to Ruby than any other at the funeral; Oscar began by telling the others of his memories of her.

 

 

 

" ... At 20 she left. She moved to a house in Varrock. Near the church to the north. There she learnt the ways of Saradomin and the beliefs of his followers." He began to cry. "When she had finished learning, she left to spread the word of Saradomin. That's when she built this very church. And encouraged all of you to come live here." He left the alter in tears.

 

 

 

Charles was the last to speak. He was normally quiet. Left to his own ideas. Some say he loved Ruby, others say they were life-long friends. No one knew. "Ruby had no reason to die. She was a well-mannered girl, who prayed to Lord Saradomin every day. She always had faith in us. Even during our darkest hours. I know now, that she will rest with Saradomin forever. Watching down and guiding our paths."

 

 

 

"Let us remember all the good times we had with her. All the bad things should be forgotten. But we pray to Saradomin for not our needs, but hers. This is all I have to say." Charles then stepped down. And the funeral concluded.

 

 

 

"Wait!" cried Oscar. "I have a few last words, not concerning my daughter. Follow me to the general store. There we may sit and rest. After this treachourous day." Everyone did as he asked. Geoffrey got the seats, and they all gathered round the shop counter.

 

 

 

"As you probably may know. I am a seller of Jewels, and as of late. Falador has become wealthier. Now, my buisness sales and profits are decreasing every day." Oscar was frowning. Obviously doubtful of his choice. "This means that the area is rich with jewels. Therefore, I have decided to move my buisness elsewhere."

 

 

 

The rest of the group smiled. Guessing what was coming next. Charles looked especially joyful. Now that Ruby's wish for more buisness may come true. "I am moving it here. To Lumbridge. Where my daughter lived." Everyone cheered. Except Midna, who was just pleased. The only one who thought of how this might affect Oscar's buisness, instead of Lumbridge's buisness.

 

 

 

"That's not all." Continued Oscar, after the crowd had settled. "In my will I have given the money that I have to be shared out, equally, with the citizens of Lumbridge. To be used to enhance the town's growth." This began another chain of cheering, even Midna leaped for joy.

 

 

 

~ End of chapter 1, part 2~

[darkforaster]

~Chapter 1, A change in fate - part 3

 

 

 

The shop was built north-east of the general store. It was installed with a furnace for miners to smelt gold in. To make jewelry. A clever idea thought of by Oscar, who is a genius. The shop was built quickly by everyone in Lumbridge. Eager to begin the next buisness. It took just 3 days to build the house. And another 4 for the furnace.

 

 

 

Within days the store got it's first customer- Duke Triburn from Falador, who had heard of the shop movement. The duke came to persuade Oscar to return to Falador. As a mass theft took away the biggest gem source, Duke Peterig, because of stolen gems. But Oscar refused. But struck a deal with the Duke nonetheless.

 

 

 

"If you advertise my shop in Falador I will give you a variety of gems up to diamond - cut and uncut - to you. So that my store can be used by someone else." The duke reluctantly agreed to Oscar's condition. After all. It doesn't matter who runs the jewel shop. As long as someone does.

 

 

 

After the duke had left a mysterious figure appeared to the east. Past the river and goblin forest. As he approaches, Charles spots him. He was a Varrock tramp, covered in dirt from head to toe. And the only items he had was a pickaxe, a hammer and the clothes on his back. But for a tramp, he seemed surprisingly fat. He probably gets fed well due to the amounts of dropped food.

 

 

 

He strolled past the goblins, who ignored him as if he was also a goblin. He did look rather ugly like they are. But he was cautionally looked at. As if the Goblins knew that he was human. They were just not intrested in fighting.

 

 

 

After crossing the bridge, he was greeted by Midna. "Hello sir, may I ask your buisness here in Lumbridge?" This may have sounded rude to the tramp. But the Lumbridge folk knew that any person allianced with the Goblins would be trouble. So she said it anyway.

 

 

 

"I hear you have a furnace. About time too. I'm sick of holding my ores up my shirt. They scratch the skin." He untucked his shirt and a pile of rocks fell out. A crowd had gathered, suspicious of his strange behaviour and use of sorage. "May I use your furnace? I'm not walking through the village of barbarians or near that Draynor castle. The Falador furnace will have to wait." Oscar nods, but slowly. As if unsure of his choice. The tramp smiles and walks over to the furnace.

 

 

 

He shoved all the ore in the furnace at the same time. He had obviously never used one before. He ended up getting a massive block of bronze. After taking it out of the furnace, he juggled it between hands because of it's heat. He shoved it up his shirt quickly then took it out again. The bar lands on the floor with a mighty thump! knocking some of the jewels on the floor.

 

 

 

"Man that was hot. Oh well, now to Varrock anvils." He lifts his bar up, now that it was cool, and left the shop. "I'll be coming here a lot more often now, I needed a furnace, and now I've got one. And every time I use it. I'll get a bit more richer. Oh! I almost forgot. The names Dervish by the way." He shakes everyone's hands and departs. Heading through the goblins again. Whom still didn't attack him.

 

 

 

He came back 3 times that day. So Oscar decided to make a furnace fee. Everytime someone wanted to use the furnace. They would have to pay 50 bronze cions for it. So D, as he called himself, paid the fee every time. And everytime he returned, he looked a lot richer. By the last visit, he had a suit of bronze armour on.

 

 

 

The goblins were a lot more agressive to him then, he had to run in and out of the woods to escape them. He was a miner, not a fighter. We were thankful for the slow speeds of the goblins. As without it, D would die. Then a good source of income vanishes.

 

 

 

Things seemed to be getting better for Lumbridge since the death of Ruby.

 

 

 

~end of chapter 1~

[sephiroth_king]

:notalk: No, man, this isn't working...There are these few flaws that keep bothering me, I wanted to see if you would get creative--here are my suggestions.

 

 

 

1st: Lose RS names. Sheepboy636, with it's numbers after the name, doesn't work for stories around here, it shows no creativity, really--it shows that you take people's RS names and just use them...Not only that, but although it's RS based, it doesn't sound right when you talk to someone in the story... For example, if I were to write: "Hey sheepboy, let's pwn some nubs! Lolz!" It doesn't work. However, with creativity: "Hey (Insert creative name here), we need to fight (Whatever creature or thing you want to fight here)! Come on!" That's a tad better than using that, yes? It doesn't make the reader lose attention as quick as putting in 1337 talk RS people's names.

 

 

 

-However, using areas and things from RS is OKAY, but creativity is better (My current story posted here is RS based, working on another version of the trilogy that isn't RS based).

 

 

 

Next: You have many spelling errors (I fixed that using Mozilla Firefox, now it corrects my mistakes). Work on that and grammar.

 

 

 

3rd: Chapters need to be a tad bit longer, or the story transitions way too fast...

 

 

 

4th: Almost forgot. Don't use, for God's sake, RS money. That just obliterates everything, GP stands for Gold Points or something in RS, or at least I always thought, and that definatly doesn't work. Use, at least, Rupees, Gems, ore, something, just not GP. Hell, ever Gold would be better.

 

 

 

That's it. Make these slight adjustments, and your story should be great. Hell, I tend to like it now, I'm trying to ignore the names and substituting my own creativity though. Expect my c/c-ing in the future, mmmmk? :D

[darkforaster]

Lose RS names. Sheepboy636, with it's numbers after the name, doesn't work for stories around here, it shows no creativity, really--it shows that you take people's RS names and just use them...Not only that, but although it's RS based, it doesn't sound right when you talk to someone in the story... For example, if I were to write: "Hey sheepboy, let's pwn some nubs! Lolz!" It doesn't work. However, with creativity: "Hey (Insert creative name here), we need to fight (Whatever creature or thing you want to fight here)! Come on!" That's a tad better than using that, yes? It doesn't make the reader lose attention as quick as putting in 1337 talk RS people's names.

 

 

 

yes, I did think that. At first, I thought that everything had to be 100% rs. Thanks for clearing that up. I am absolutely useless when it comes to writing names like this. All I think of is Robert and Joe. :wall: #-o . But I'll change the names.

 

 

 

-Next: You have many spelling errors (I fixed that using Mozilla Firefox, now it corrects my mistakes). Work on that and grammar.

 

 

 

Sorry, I don't have firefox. But I'll recheck my chapters so far for errors. Soem examples would be nice so I could start looking.

 

 

 

3rd: Chapters need to be a tad bit longer, or the story transitions way too fast...

 

 

 

Ok, I'll divide the chapter's into parts. Each part is named. With 3+ parts per chapter.

 

 

 

4th: Almost forgot. Don't use, for God's sake, RS money. That just obliterates everything, GP stands for Gold Points or something in RS, or at least I always thought, and that definatly doesn't work. Use, at least, Rupees, Gems, ore, something, just not GP. Hell, ever Gold would be better.

 

 

 

Kk, I'll use bronze coins, silver coins and gold coins.

 

 

 

100 bronze coins = 1 silver coin.

 

100 silver coins = 1 gold coin.

 

10 000 bronze coins = 1 gold coin.

 

 

 

I think i'll stop adding chapters now and start focusing on the present ones. I just wanted to get a headstart.

[sephiroth_king]

yes, I did think that. At first, I thought that everything had to be 100% rs. Thanks for clearing that up. ermm. any name suggestions? becuase i am absolutely useless when it comes to writing names like this. All i think of is Robert and Joe. :wall: #-o . But I'll change the names.

 

 

 

I can definatley help you with names, in fact, I'm probably one of the most creative people here in the library with names. But, you must tell me: Older, medieval sounding names, or medieval present?

 

 

 

 

 

I like your coin idea, BTW. Oh (not trying to advertise) and if you need any inspiration, read my story, The_Advent followed by The_Corrupt...Leave feedback too, please (Still not trying to advertise, I like feedback, though :D ). If you want, take names from those stories--Except the main character.

 

 

 

From those stories, you'll find inspiration...Hold on, I'll supply links so you can read 'em later. :thumbsup:

[darkforaster]

yes, I did think that. At first, I thought that everything had to be 100% rs. Thanks for clearing that up. ermm. any name suggestions? becuase i am absolutely useless when it comes to writing names like this. All i think of is Robert and Joe. :wall: #-o . But I'll change the names.

 

 

 

I can definatley help you with names, in fact, I'm probably one of the most creative people here in the library with names. But, you must tell me: Older, medieval sounding names, or medieval present?

 

 

 

 

 

I like your coin idea, BTW. Oh (not trying to advertise) and if you need any inspiration, read my story, The_Advent followed by The_Corrupt...Leave feedback too, please (Still not trying to advertise, I like feedback, though :D ). If you want, take names from those stories--Except the main character.

 

 

 

From those stories, you'll find inspiration...Hold on, I'll supply links so you can read 'em later. :thumbsup:

 

 

 

I was thinking names that might fit the characters more.

 

 

 

I'm happy with the duke names, wildheart names, Crystal has changed to ruby.

 

 

 

But I'd like to know tha proper spelling of Geoffry. If you know it.

 

 

 

I think the reason taht I'm not so creative today is that I've got tests in the morning. And I'm nervous.

 

 

 

Oh, and thanks. I'll check out those threads. And I appreciate the help with names.

 

 

 

edit: I've decided to use various names from video games based in that era. Such as fire emblem path of radiance and Legend of Zelda. they may not be original. But at least there pretty good. of course, I'll be making new characters all the time, so some names would not be unwelcomed.

[mario_sunny]

yes, I did think that. At first, I thought that everything had to be 100% rs. Thanks for clearing that up. ermm. any name suggestions? becuase i am absolutely useless when it comes to writing names like this. All i think of is Robert and Joe. :wall: #-o . But I'll change the names.

 

 

 

I can definatley help you with names, in fact, I'm probably one of the most creative people here in the library with names. But, you must tell me: Older, medieval sounding names, or medieval present?

 

 

 

 

 

I like your coin idea, BTW. Oh (not trying to advertise) and if you need any inspiration, read my story, The_Advent followed by The_Corrupt...Leave feedback too, please (Still not trying to advertise, I like feedback, though :D ). If you want, take names from those stories--Except the main character.

 

 

 

From those stories, you'll find inspiration...Hold on, I'll supply links so you can read 'em later. :thumbsup:

 

 

 

I was thinking names that might fit the characters more.

 

 

 

I'm happy with the duke names, wildheart names, Crystal has changed to ruby.

 

 

 

But I'd like to know tha proper spelling of Geoffry. If you know it.

 

 

 

I think the reason taht I'm not so creative today is that I've got tests in the morning. And I'm nervous.

 

 

 

Oh, and thanks. I'll check out those threads. And I appreciate the help with names.

 

 

 

edit: I've decided to use various names from video games based in that era. Such as fire emblem path of radiance and Legend of Zelda. they may not be original. But at least there pretty good. of course, I'll be making new characters all the time, so some names would not be unwelcomed.

 

 

 

Yes it really just ruins the story if you have a main character named "Fred", or the most popular and annoying "David". In my stories I use such names as Charles, Daughin, Wiliburg, and Dale. Those aren't names you normally hear in everyday stories. Please don't use Joe...

 

 

 

By the way it's spelled "Geoffrey".

[sephiroth_king]

I was thinking names that might fit the characters more.

 

 

 

I'm happy with the duke names, wildheart names, Crystal has changed to ruby.

 

 

 

But I'd like to know tha proper spelling of Geoffry. If you know it.

 

 

 

I think the reason taht I'm not so creative today is that I've got tests in the morning. And I'm nervous.

 

 

 

Oh, and thanks. I'll check out those threads. And I appreciate the help with names.

 

 

 

edit: I've decided to use various names from video games based in that era. Such as fire emblem path of radiance and Legend of Zelda. they may not be original. But at least there pretty good. of course, I'll be making new characters all the time, so some names would not be unwelcomed.

 

 

 

Indeed, after all, they have good names...Where do you think I get a couple of the names in my story from? (In the_corrupt, I used Xavier from X-Men, some greek names from the first one, an Ilia from Twilight princess, her name llia, so a bit of a change of course :wink: ).

 

 

 

Edit: Off topic a bit: Sunny, please remind me to leave feedback on your stories. They are excellent, and for some odd reason, I never do.

 

 

 

Here's the link: The_Advent: Enjoy, buddy. Leave feedback!!!! That is, if you want to. No pressure. Oh Hell, I'm typing too much. So enjoy yourself.

 

 

 

The_Corrupt is getting some new chapters tonight, be sure not to read that one first...Or you won't get it, ok? :D Again, enjoy. :

[mario_sunny]

I was thinking names that might fit the characters more.

 

 

 

I'm happy with the duke names, wildheart names, Crystal has changed to ruby.

 

 

 

But I'd like to know tha proper spelling of Geoffry. If you know it.

 

 

 

I think the reason taht I'm not so creative today is that I've got tests in the morning. And I'm nervous.

 

 

 

Oh, and thanks. I'll check out those threads. And I appreciate the help with names.

 

 

 

edit: I've decided to use various names from video games based in that era. Such as fire emblem path of radiance and Legend of Zelda. they may not be original. But at least there pretty good. of course, I'll be making new characters all the time, so some names would not be unwelcomed.

 

 

 

Indeed, after all, they have good names...Where do you think I get a couple of the names in my story from? (In the_corrupt, I used Xavier from X-Men, some greek names from the first one, an Ilia from Twilight princess, her name llia, so a bit of a change of course :wink: ).

 

 

 

Edit: Off topic a bit: Sunny, please remind me to leave feedback on your stories. They are excellent, and for some odd reason, I never do.

 

 

 

Here's the link: The_Advent: Enjoy, buddy. Leave feedback!!!! That is, if you want to. No pressure. Oh Hell, I'm typing too much. So enjoy yourself.

 

 

 

The_Corrupt is getting some new chapters tonight, be sure not to read that one first...Or you won't get it, ok? :D Again, enjoy. :

 

 

 

Thank you for the compliment, I love it when people post feedback on my stories. I am currently applying for some heavy reviewers by some great reviewers on RSOF.

 

 

 

I will also start reading your story. :D If you don't mind... :P

[darkforaster]

 

 

 

Yes it really just ruins the story if you have a main character named "Fred", or the most popular and annoying "David". In my stories I use such names as Charles, Daughin, Wiliburg, and Dale. Those aren't names you normally hear in everyday stories. Please don't use Joe...

 

 

 

By the way it's spelled "Geoffrey".

 

 

 

Thanks for the examples. That's what i was looking for. Could i use Charles? The others i'm not too fond of. Charles seems to fit the time more.

[mario_sunny]

 

 

 

Yes it really just ruins the story if you have a main character named "Fred", or the most popular and annoying "David". In my stories I use such names as Charles, Daughin, Wiliburg, and Dale. Those aren't names you normally hear in everyday stories. Please don't use Joe...

 

 

 

By the way it's spelled "Geoffrey".

 

 

 

Thanks for the examples. That's what i was looking for. Could i use Charles? The others i'm not too fond of. Charles seems to fit the time more.

 

 

 

Sure, I don't mind at all if you use one name. But please don't use any other names, you/I don't want to be accused of copying. :-$

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 2, Trapped - part 1. ~

 

 

 

The next few weeks were like heaven in Lumbridge. Oscar practised magic to bless his jewelry, and Dervish brang gold from the mines north of Al Kharid. Not only that, various weapons and armours were sold to Geoffry's shop which were stored in a newly made barrocks (today known as Lumbridge castle).

 

 

 

But, as thier welfare grew. Another's weakened. Goblins. These hideous creatures had recently fell ill upon a goblin plague. They tried to escape the plague, by moving to the forests West of Lumbridge. But alas, the disease went wherever they went. It stalked them, killing many. Just like a cheetah hunting.

 

 

 

Lumbridge had become very popular lately. With many from other towns and cities arrving there. And soon, the apothecary man from Varrock came. "I'm looking for one called Oscar. I hear he sells jewels here?". He asked. He was awfully pale, especially for a man of medicine.

 

 

 

"Well, look no futher. I am the one you seek." Oscar replied, giving him a royal tone. "What buisness do you have with me?"

 

 

 

"I am Bastian, the Varrock docter." He answered, "I am in need of your assistance. My bottles of medicine have been smashed to bits by local thugs. I wonder if you can give me some herbs to make some more. I assume you use herbs to bless your jewelry?"

 

 

 

"Sorry, I don't use herbs. Magic is formed using runes." Bastian looked grim. "But I hear Geoffry's store has lots of buisness. I wonder if anyone has sold him some herbs? But don't get your---" a scream interuppts him.

 

 

 

"Help! Goblins to the east and west. Take cover everyone." It was midna, she sounded terrified. As Oscar and Bastian left the shops, they saw them. Charging towards the village. Blaming the citizens of Lumbridge for thier misfortune.

 

 

 

"Everyone!" Oscar shouted at the top of his lungs. "Don't panic. Regroup at the Armoury. Hurry." Everyone did as they were told. There, they retrieved weapons and prepared themselves to fight. They tried to look as mean as possible. But actually they were terrified.

 

 

 

As the opposing army approached. Every breath became deeper. All thier fears became worsened. Lumbridge was a peacful community, they never fought. So had little fighting experience. The goblins, however, were extremely different. They often fought against themselves and weak humans.

 

 

 

Fortunately, goblins in those times were honourable creatures. So never stabbed someone in the back, they fought one on one. Using daggers discarded by humans, various spears made out of trees and they hade claws. All capable of slicing you to bits. But in a fairer way, allowing the victem to die in a better way. Goblins were not inhuman at that time, just ugly.

 

 

 

In fact, they were a very organised group. They battled using strategies, strength and self-confidence. This was the beginning of thier beastly attitude towards humans. This was when it began to show.

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 2: trapped - part 2 ~

 

 

 

Charles looked around, still unsure of thier victory. He saw Dervish, equipped with an addy picaxe in one hand and a hammer in the other. All that time mining really gave him a lot of strength. Plus he was wearing full iron armour- iron platebody,chainmail and an iron medium helmet. He was definately the most likely to survive.

 

 

 

Wildheart looked confident, he stood his ground. Without a trace of doubt in his eyes, which were focused on one thing- the goblins. Unlike Dervish, he had no armour. But he weilded two black axes. One in each hand.

 

 

 

Charles had a long iron lance, given to him by Dervish the day before the raid. He also had a Bronze square shield strapped onto his left arm- the lance was so heavy, that he needed both hands to lift it.

 

 

 

Behind them, were Midna, Geoffry, Oscar and Bastian. "What a bad time to come buy herbs." Muttered Bastian. He was using herbs Geoffry gave him and making defence and strength potions. "They're nearly ready everyone. Just hang in there."

 

 

 

Midna was begging for forgiveness from Saradomin. She was always so terrified of death. Now, she might just die -this knowledge could have killed her. Trembling badly, her words were rushed and often slurred. She had no form of protection, otehr than the clothes she wore. Which would never stop a spear or dagger.

 

 

 

Oscar had black wizard robes on. He was a trained wizard now, and was capable of using many spells. In his left hand he held a spell book. It was thick, and had many spells in it.

 

 

 

The army continued as they braced themselves for the first strike. What appeared to be their leader came to a stop, barked a few words at the few dozen of goblins behind him. They all halted on the spot. The leader was watching bastian. They wanted to speak with them.

 

 

 

"Trozen, carconialle ope istre Yoprust Waartvace." The Leader said, his voice was dark. It appeared he knew no english. "Greh? Trojrun? Trojennnn?"

 

 

 

Dervish quietly whispered to the group "Do any of you speak Goblin?" They shaked thier heads. He sighed, then turned to the General of the goblins. "Du sprecken ze Englisch?" He pronouced the german badly, along with incorrect use of words.

 

 

 

The general cocked and eyebrow at Dervish. The goblins misunderstood what he said. Goblins never spoke German, in fact. It was rare that People in that area knew any German. So Dervish was one of a kind. "Prectwon?" The general asked.

 

 

 

Although Dervish meant no offence by what he said. To be true, there is nothing offensive with the words 'Do you speak english?' Unfortunately for them, the General Waartvace did take offence from it. "Requp dix frohgnium!" He shouted, and then the attack procceeded.

 

 

 

"So it begins." Oscar muttered from behind them.

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 2, Trapped- part 3 ~

 

 

 

The hordes of goblins approached them. 58 In total, both male and female were in the attack. The first attack was launched by 5 or so Goblins, who threw thier spears at the Lumbridge folk. But Oscar muttered a quick spell, causing the spears to deflect. Impaling some of the goblins.

 

 

 

But then, the hand-to-hand ran into them. Charles lunged forward with his lance, piercing through 3 goblins. He tryed to dislodge the bodies off the lance, but he had no time. Instead, he slammed the side of the lance into the goblins. However, this only knocked them unconscious. So they will awaken and re-enter the fray later on.

 

 

 

Wildheart appeared to be having the time of his life. "Woohoo!" He shrieked after slicing another goblin's head off. The head rolled across the floor. Midna nearly threw up at the sight of it. "Oi! Dervish. I bet 10 silver coins I can kill more than you."

 

 

 

"Ok." Dervish grinned, he stabbed another goblin in the stomach. Acids oozing everywhere. "I make that 6." He was having as much fun as Wildheart, but was much more skillful at it. "Oh. 7 Now."

 

 

 

Wildheart laughed. "7? ha! I've killed 9 so far." Wildheart attacks them again, with many goblins against him. No sense of pride now. The goblins just fought like savages.

 

 

 

"I bet you have." Dervish said sarcastically, dodging another attack. Behind him, various bolts of lighting emerged. It was Oscar, using nature to his advantage. He shot a lighting bolt into the crowd, killing all in it's path instantly. "Whoa! Now that's what I call magic." Dervish smirked again.

 

 

 

Midna ran into the barracks, retrieved a bow and some arrows and joined beside Charles. She shot all the unconscious dead, and even shot at a few random goblins in the fighting. She was still shaking, so her aim was not perfect. But this caused those hit to be put under pain before their inevitable death.

 

 

 

But through all this dead, General Waartvace never joined. Until now that is.

[darkforaster]

Chapter 2, Trapped - part 4.

 

 

 

Most of the goblins were dead. Only half a dozen remained standing. But Lumbridge was growing weary. Charles fainted from exhaustion. His lance was just to big for it's own good. Midna had run out of arrows, and Oscar did not have any energy left to cast spells. On top of all that, Geoffry and Bastian were still fiddling with herbs and potions.

 

 

 

All, in all. The fight was now even, A goblin of high rulership- General Waartvace- still stood, and some of his most loyal goblins remained. It was surely a fight to the death. With Wildheart and Dervish V 5 Goblins and General Waartvace.

 

 

 

"Wildheart, could you use those axes of your to keep the other goblins busy? I want to go fight with General Waartvace there." Dervish asked Wildheart. Intent of getting all the glory.

 

 

 

"Ok, but how?" Wildheart replied. With the same eagerness to kill as dervish.

 

 

 

"Throw your axes at them. tell the others to bring all the axes in your shop here, we will need everything we have to keep them at bay." Wildheart nodded then told teh rest of his plan. Midna and Oscar immeadiately set off. Without hesitation towards Wildheart's axe shop. They returned later in a hurry, dropped the axes then went off to collect more.

 

 

 

Wildheart threw one axe at the goblin group, who immeadiately dodged. At that time, Dervish took the opportunity at hand. He swung his pickaxe at the general, which was stooped by a finely carved wooden sword.

 

 

 

The goblins had recovered at that time, and started rushing to the general's aid. But wildheart persisted in attacking them. Axe after axe, hurled with little aim. Used only as a distraction. With a near-endles supply of axes to throw.

 

 

 

Dervish, using his hammer, tryed to pound Waartvace in the belly. But the hammer was caught mid-swing by waartvace's spare hand. He then kicked at dervish, pounding him back. But he moved ahead nonetheless. Doing his best to protect his friends.

 

 

 

Waartvace swung his sword, Dervish dodged and sent his two weapons directly at waartvace's head. The hammer was caught, but the pickaxe continued. It made contact with the side of his head. Piercing through the flesh and into the skull.

 

 

 

The goblin general collapsed, dead. His fellow soldiers saw this and fled. Losing their honour and dignity in the process. "We won." Devish said, quietly. "We WON!" he repeated it, again and again. "We won. We won. We won."

 

 

 

~end of chapter 2~

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter3, It begins - part 1 ~

 

 

 

An average day in Lumbridge. With Dervish collecting ore, Oscar selling gems and Wildheart boasting about the victory. "Yes, it was Dervish who killed ol'waartvace but if it was not for me, then we would have not won." Wildheart told Charles, who rolled his eyes. "Yes, I distracted the fiends. Allowing Dervish the chance to spar with waartvace." All was normal with the village.

 

 

 

"I'm sure you did, Wildheart." Wildheart blushed, not sensing the sarcasm in Chalie's tone. Charles laughed. "Oscar! I need you to confirm Wildheart's story here." At that Wildheart left off in a rampage. Not noticing that Oscar didn't reply to Charles.

 

 

 

I wonder what Oscar's doing, he's been chatting to Dervish for a long time now. Charles thought, so he decided to investigate. Being as nosy as possible. But keeping secretive. Just incase Oscar didn't want to reveal the content of his personal life.

 

 

 

"I found this Gem in the rocks while mining today." It was Dervish. "It looks like a crystal, but your the jewel expect around here. What do you think of it?"

 

 

 

Charles peeked over the Shop window and saw Dervish holding a gem out towards Oscar. It was translucent, but had a red centre. The blood red ball pulsed. Like a beating heart in a human body. It seemed to call out to Charles, luring him in. Inviting him into it's grasp. As if it was saying You need me Charles, take me for yourself. Don't let these people take me. It is is you alone who deserves me!

 

 

 

Charles ignored this voice as the pair continued to speak. "Yes, I have seen this somewhere. Let me see. Ah, yes. in the Identifying rare gems manual. Let me just find it." Oscar had recently built a library. He was searching each row of books, skimming the titles.

 

 

 

"Here it is. Let me see..." Another pause as Oscar flicks through the pages of the book. Rushing past each page. Scanning for the image. "The Red 'Zamorakian' Crystal. One of the rarest gems in the world. Usually found in the Rune mines in the wastelands to the north. But can also be found near Al Kharid, but there it is even harder to discover."

 

 

 

"What's Zamorakian?" Dervish asked. During that time, little knew of any other god than Saradomin.

 

 

 

"Don't ask me, but it doesn't appear good." Oscar looked down at the crystal in his hands. The orb rapidly beating. Making the crystal glow for no apparent reason.

 

 

 

The crystal is evil. stay away. Charles thought. A cold shiver went down his spine.

[dorington]

Good story so far, cant wait for the next parts

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter3, It begins - part 2 ~

 

 

 

"I think we should make an Amulet out of it. I'm sure it would sell for lots of money." Dervish suggested. Obviously oblivious to the crystal's charm. However, Oscar was not fooled so easily. As he seemed to sense the evil power lurking within it.

 

 

 

"We should get an expert to see this." Oscar said, expelling the temptation out of his mind. "Although I know much about gems, the information I know of this particular crystal is limited to the facts inside this book. Neither you nor me know about it enougth. Who knows, It could smash in the heat of the furnace.

 

 

 

"You worry too much Oscar." Dervish laughed, his attitude remaining carefree in the presence of a serious man like Oscar. "Come on, every other gem has survived the furnace. Why wouldn't this one?"

 

 

 

"You can't know for sure that it will not explode. You could put this entire village at risk. Who knows if it won't release a poisonous gas, which kills us all. Then the knowledge of it would be lost with the village!"

 

 

 

The pair continue to bicker. No end to the argument. One putting up valid points about how it is safe, the other gives valid points on how it is unsafe. But neither is swayed to the other side.

 

 

 

In fact they were unaware of the man in red robes approaching the village, who took small steps through the forests. The face concealed in shadows, and his body wrapped tightly in clothing. The red figure looked directly at Oscar and Dervish. As if staring at thier very souls.

 

 

 

As he continued through the forests, the goblins hid behind rocks and trees. Terrified of this being. He was confident of himself, and he showed his immense strength through the goblins. Who fled at his sight.

 

 

 

As he crossed the river, the flow quicked. As if the very river was petrified of this man. Charles notcied him first. Then he noticed the effect on the atmosphere around him.

 

 

 

He was about to warn the others, but he was too late.

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 3, It begins - part 3 ~

 

 

 

The figure enters Lumbridge, there, he pulls out a wooden staff with a red tip. At the end of the staff was a red orb, glowing in a similar fashion to the crystal. Except it was much more bright.

 

 

 

He was obviously a mage, as no warrior or archer would ever use a staff. But under the staff's glow you could dimly see the mages face or at least the small details. Such as the nose, mouth, and eyes. However, his hair concealed his ears. And the hair was covered in darkness. Making it impossible to see.

 

 

 

He approached the Jewel shop, removed his hood. Charles examined his grotesque figure. Unlike any other he had seen before. It looked dark and weary. Giving him an evil appearance. He could be nice... Charles thought. But in his heart. He knew this man was pure evil. He was just too scared to admit it.

 

 

 

He appeared to be in a strange clan, filled with life-long traditions. Maybe he was one of the ancient members of the Dragonal Clan, found North of Ealador, West of Edgeville. No, that clan was wiped out years ago by a goblin raid. All that's left is the ruins of thier base. where the goblins now live. Charles was debating over it inside his mind. Totally ignoring his greeting, and entrance into the Jewel store.

 

 

 

Oscar and Dervish were still arguing. "For the last time! There is no evidence that this gem is safe. We must get an expert to-"

 

 

 

"It's perfectly safe, don't worry." Said the man. He had a deep voice. Filled with pain and depression. Oscar studied the man closely, not trusting him by his appearance. He had Red hair, red finger nails and blood red lips. All unnatural colours. So easily spotted. "Trust me." His Dark brown eyes switched to looking at Dervish, to the gem then to Oscar. With a gaze filled with hatred. And a willingness to destroy everything in sight.

 

 

 

"I told you, Oscar. He obviously knows about this red zamarakian crystal." Dervish smiles. Melancholy with his victory. Oscar slides the Gold in. Smelts the bar of Gold, then Makes the necklace with the jewel inside it.

 

 

 

The man starts to cackle. His laugh was inhuman and made both Dervish and Oscar start to feel nervous. They now knew of his evil.

 

 

 

But could do nothing to stop him. Destiny's work had begun...

 

 

 

~end of chapter 3~

[Geordiequeen]

I really like the way this story is going. There are a few stories that i look out for when i visit this forum and this story is one of them. Well done on a great story and please continue.

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 4, The illusion - part 1 ~

 

 

 

The necklace came out perfectly, like all of Oscar's jewellery. The gem shone more fiercely now, and the staff followed suit. The staff and necklace reacted with each other. In a more sinister way than the mage interpreted. He gazed at the glow. As if hypnotised under it's light.

 

 

 

After a few moments he looked up, reached out to take it. But was stopped by Oscar. "This necklace belongs to me and Dervish. Not you. If you wish to buy it. Then I may allow a deal to come to pass. But until then, this necklace shall be out of your reach. Guarded by me. And my fellow villagers."

 

 

 

The mage grinded his teeth together. Thinking of a way out of his predicament. He clearly had no money. Especially not enougth for this sacred jewel. But he had to get it. This was the item he wished for his whole lifetime. But it evaded his reach once again.

 

 

 

While waiting for a response, The mage screamed. Clutched his hands to his face and fell down. He jerked violently. His muscles out of control. He dropped the staff, which rolled away. Gently stopping near the shop counter.

 

 

 

The pain receeded. He let go of his head and showed two burn marks. His flesh beneath his hair had melted, and was a sticky substance on his hands. The flesh was still sizzling. Bubbling constantly. Dervish was sick at the sight.

 

 

 

Blood escaped from the gaping holes in his head, flowing down his cheek like a river. A river of blood. This blood slowly hit the floor, making a small puddle, before the blood ceased. He was breathing heavily now, still in terrible pain. But continued to stand nevertheless.

 

 

 

Then, like a bolt from the blue, he shrieked like a rabid dog. His eyes and hands glowed red. On the hands, was a mysterious symbol in the shape of a red demon. It's body was deformed though, as if half was burnt off.

 

 

 

"Zamorak!" The mage whimpered. He was under an illusion. His body moving around aimlessly, as if he believed he was somewhere else. "Don't hurt me Zamorak, please. I'm begging you." The mage began to cry.

 

 

 

Then, a voice came from nowhere. You still haven't fulfilled my request? Impudent fool. I shall show you true horrors. Of my past, and of your future.

 

 

 

"Please Zamorak. Spare my life. Forgive me, my lord."

[dorington]

ooo can't wait for the next part, keep going!

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 4, The illusion - part 2 ~

 

 

 

There is no reason for me to save you. You are nothing in my eyes. You are just a mere shadow of the real me. The voice said again. Oscar, Dervish and Charles were alarmed. The voice was abnormal, like no other human voice. So obviously belonged to a greater power.

 

 

 

"But master! I have been a loyal servant to you. I have never betrayed you. I have never killed my kin." The man was trembling in fear. Not in control of his emotion. Shear panic had won out. This was a sign of weakness to many, but Charles understood his fear. The fear of the stronger. A fear he has encountered many times.

 

 

 

Loyal! Hah. You spit at my name. I know of many more loyal to me than you. Besides. I know torture can be entertaining sometimes. Nothing pleases me more than watching my victims suffer. Like the way you will now.

 

 

 

At that the mage screamed. Runs around in circles, like a blind mouse fleeing from a cat. "Please master, let's not be too hasty. I got the necklace made, isn't that enougth." Oscar looked down at the necklace in his hands. Now understanding that it has a bigger role in this than he thought. "Please stop."

 

 

 

First you shall know the pain I went through as a mortal. Being born with my angelic brother. Saradomin, who has been a pain to me throughout my existence here. Prepare yourself Gawain. You are about to see my true force at work.

 

 

 

"No, anything but that. Please reconsider." Gawain's body stopped shaking. His glowing red eyes looked forward and focused at the space ahead. Zamorak was clearly showing him an image. That only he could see. However, Zamoraks voice was heard throughout the room. Allowing Charles, Oscar and Dervish to Eavesdrop on his torturing.

 

 

 

You see me as a child, when i was human. I was playing with my brother, like all children do. We grew up together, protected each other. Loved each other. So it is strange how we are enemies today. But even true friends can turn into bitter archenemies.

 

 

 

Luck was all it took for our ways to seperate. Even something as trivial as that. Can be the most powerful force.

[darkforaster]

~ Chapter 4, The illusion - part 3 ~

 

 

 

I was cursed with misfortune. Forced to live my life in fear of what occurances would happen to me. My life was filled with dangers. Around every corner, I expected to die. Thinking every day was my last. But somehow surviving through it all.

 

 

 

But my brother was a completely different story, he was blessed. Possessed by good fortune. Unlike me. Everything he did was the right choice. Everything went perfect for him. Favourite of the family. I was nothing compared to him.

 

 

 

This drove us apart. I was jealous of him. So seeked power to destroy him. So maybe his luck would be passed on to me. I trained long and hard. And faced obstacles all the time. At this point Gawain screamed again. Seeing a horrible past.

 

 

 

Gawain, my search of power encouraged others to join me. To follow in my footsteps. To learn how to be strong and recover from all life's hard work. But in the same way it inspired many, I enraged many. Including my brother.

 

 

 

We went to war against each other, my followers against his followers. His side won. As always. But the battle was gruesome, afterwards only me and him remained. All else had perished or fled.

 

 

 

Although he won the fight, he did not kill me. But forced me to make an oath saying I will never search for power like that again. I was forced to agree. As i had no other option.

 

 

 

"Then how did you get this p-p-powerful now? M-m-master, did you b-b-b-break the oath?" Gawain muttered. Not believing what he heard. He obviously thought that Zamorak was honest. But neither Oscar nor Dervish believed that from what they heard.

 

 

 

No. The power fell into my hands. I did not search for the power. The power searched for me. But this power was also given to Saradomin. The brother I hate more than I hate any other. It was destiny that gave me this power.

 

 

 

But my brother did not believe me, a power like this is not found so easily. So we fought one more time. It ended in a stalemate. But this battle trained our powers. Allowing us to become the gods we are today.

 

 

 

Seen enougth yet? Or is more pain needed? Gawain shook his head. Shame, I did not squeeze any fun out of you. But anyway. Go out and finish my work. Or you shall face much harsher punishments than you did today.

 

 

 

Gawain returned to reality. His gaze focused on the necklace. Adoring it more than ever.

 

 

 

~ end of chapter 4 ~