Chapter 1

 

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He sat on a rock propped up against a large sturdy oak tree, whittling away at a piece of wood. His knife moved expertly through the wood, chunks of it falling to the grass below him. He had knicked his finger once or twice, and in both instances, gently sucked on his finger, little droplets of blood going down his throat. The iron-like taste made him pucker his lips, as if he had just eaten something sour.

 

It was a nice day out, only two or three clouds dotting the otherwise blue sky. The sun shone down brightly on the valley, and the child embraced the heat. He was almost done whittling the small soldier he had intended to make. He had made many of them in the past, but this time he wanted to make it for the knight who was taking refuge in his village, who had been there for two days helping out around the village, trying to stay low. Nobody knew why he was hiding, but anyone who would work in the village was welcome.

 

The child had been talking to the knight for those past couple days, heard of his campaign against the vampires, heard of his march to Varrock. Such wonderful and amazing stories that left the child in awe. His dreams had suddenly become more vivid as he heard of these places outside of the village, he was happy to have such wonderful dreams where he was exploring unknown places full of mysterious people and creatures. It was wonderful.

 

An hour later, the child finished the soldier. He put his knife back into its scabard and jumped off the rock. He ran across a grassy field to a sharp incline. At the incline, he found a a set of wooden stairs and walked down carefully. At the bottom, he was met by the old priest who lived in the village.

 

"Hello there Farrid, how are you doing?" The old man bowed.

 

Farrid bowed as well and showed him the carved soldier. "I made this for the knight!"

 

The old man took it in his wrinkled hands and inspected it. "Such fine craftsmanship! You really are good at making these! You should start selling them, you could probably earn a couple gold pieces." He winked at me and returned the soldier to my hands. I bowed again and ran to the center of town where a large stone fountain spewed the cleanest water in the land. A women cradling an infant was sitting on the edge of the fountain, taking wooden buckets and putting them into the water, then bringing them up. After getting about five buckets of water the woman noticed Farrid and motioned for him to come. Farrid did so.

 

"You wouldn't mind taking some of these buckets to my house? I'll give you three gold pieces if you do."

 

Farrid nodded and after finishing the task, took the gold and headed to a small shack at the edge of the village. The soldier stood in there, his armor beside him. He was polishing it with a rag. It gleamed in the sunlight. The soldier heard Farrid's footsteps and turned around, grinning stupidly.

 

"Hey there! Your late!" He laughed.

 

"Sorry, I ran into a lady who needed some help." Farrid smiled.

 

"Come in, come in. Have a seat!" He pointed toward a rickety wooden chair sitting next to a new teak table. Papers were strewn over it. Farrid looked at them.

 

The soldier layed a warm hand on Farrid's shoulder. "Plans." He said.

 

"For what?"

 

"For a battle I hope to lead. A conquest of the Eastern lands."

 

"Whats in the East?"

 

"Oh, such nasty beings. Zombies, vampyres, werewolves, ghosts. Horrible things like that."

 

Farrid then remembered he was holding the wooden soldier. He showed it to the knight.

 

"For you." He said.

 

The knight took it and set it on his table. He patted Farrid's head.

 

"Thank you."

 

"Your welcome!" Farrid smiled.

 

"Now, what story should I tell you today?"

 

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A small legion of knights in white armor marched through a forest, the canopy blocking the sunshine, which they took as a blessing from Saradomin, the Lord of all things good. Many of the knights had left the legion, or chosen death over the scorching heat, which was not helped by wearing the heavy armor.

 

In the front of the legion of about twenty troops, were their leader, a man of such height and bulk, many considered him the son of Saradomin. He wore a white armor outlined with pure gold. He rode a chestnut horse that walked at the speed of the soldiers marching. The leader held a flag, symbolizing them as the Falador White Knights.

 

The sun was going down, and evening approached. After another hour of marching the leader pulled the reins of his horse and halted the legions approach. He then got off his horse and spoke to the warriors.

 

"I feel a great power emanating from this forest. Its supposed to be inhabited by elves, but I have seen and felt their power before. This is something greater. I need some of you to split into groups and look around. Shout if you see something unusual. Otherwise, come back and rest."

 

"Yes sir!" The legion yelled and scrambled in all different directions.

 

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The leaders name was Kameri, and proud of it. In elven, it meant "god", and it fit. Many, when confronted by him, would slit there own throats, because they knew of the pain he could put them through. He was large for a human, seven feet tall, and was stronger than a normal person. He had the "sense" as the local wizard would call his atunement to the magical world. He could feel magic, as if it were the body of a woman. But as he entered the middle of this forest he felt something stronger than the body of a woman. It was like getting in the way of a raging bull. He could not understand why he felt this sensation, and that is why he dispatched his soldiers. To find out what caused this sensation.

 

He watched his troops run off, and then began to regret the decision. He knew some of them were going to run away...and that would not please the king.

 

He tied his horse up to a nearby tree and then walked off. He moved through the forest with difficulty, having to snap lowhanging branches from the trees they belonged to. He soon found himself in a small clearing. He walked into the clearing and found himself surrounded by elves with bows trained on him. They came out of there hiding places behind trees, in trees, and on trees, and began to walk toward him. He felt his hand go to the hilt of his sword.

 

"Stand back!" He yelled, pulling the sword from its scabbard.

 

A shrill laugh came from behind the elf warriors and a woman appeared, holding a thin dagger in her left hand.

 

"You are in no position to make threats are you?" She asked.

 

Kameri suddenly lunged at one of the elves. The bow dropped from its hand and the elf smirked before slumping over and dying.

 

The next time that Kameri looked, the elf woman was gone. He then felt a stabbing pain in his right hand. He looked at it, and saw the dagger she held before, now protruding completely through, blood now streaming down his fingers and falling to the grass.

 

Suddenly, more elves appeared, holding Kameri's struggling men. The elves were strong for being so thin. The woman appeared before Kameri, and said:

 

"Well, we know what you are after!"

 

Kameri spat at her. The spittle smacked into her face, and she wiped it off with her sleeve. She then disappeared again, and next thing Kameri knew the dagger was removed from his right hand, and now stuck in his left. His sword clattered to the ground. More blood began to fall to the grass.

 

She appeared again.

 

"If it is the altar you seek you shall see it, but die for doing so!"

 

"No! We are searching for a man who betrayed us! Who left us!"

 

The elf laughed.

 

"Nice try."

 

She disappeared, pulling the dagger from his hand, and next thing he knew, he saw a shower of blood cloud his vision, before darkness enveloped him.

 

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Three troops escaped from the elves.

 

A woman named Kierda, and two men, Jack and Graind. They had been running for a quarter of an hour, their armor making horrible crashing sounds on the pavement. They were in a small village that they got to by running through the forest, going through a field, and sliding down a slope. They needed to find the leader of this village, needed to inform him of the coming army.

 

They found a large mansion like building and ran to its door. They knocked crazily.

 

The door opened up to a plump man wearing a dinner jacket.

 

"Hello, may I help..."

 

Jack lied, "There is an army of elves coming! They will destroy the village! We need your men to help us fight them off, or else you will all die!"

 

"But we are on peaceful terms with the elves."

 

"Apparently not!"

 

"Right then, I shall call for the men."

 

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"The men" were a small army. They filed out of the barracks near the incline and then proceeded up the stairs. At the top, they met a small band of elves with daggers. The elves died quickly. But then, a hailstrom of arrows came at them.

 

The army men held their shields in the air. The barage of arrows bounced off their shields. When the arrows stopped, the men continued moving forward. There was no leader, they all led themselves, and helped their fellow soldier in need. No need for someone to lead when these men were so highly trained.

 

Or so they thought as they marched into the forest, where they were taken by surprise. Elves leaped from the trees, and slit the throats of the warriors, and soon, the men were calling for a retreat. Only five got out of the forest alive.

 

They went back to the village, one dying on the way from bloodloss.

 

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The elves invaded the village.

 

Houses were burned, innocents killed, possessions lost. A woman elf eventually showed up and began to talk to people about some knights hiding in the village.

 

Everyone told them the same thing. They were hiding with the leader.

 

The elves marched forward toward the leaders mansion.

 

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"We were searching for a knight who ran from us, a tyrant with such power, we could not let him get away!"

 

"Thats right! He knew too much, and if he told anyone..."

 

The mayor had heard this for five minutes. He knew who they spoke of, he knew that the knight who had hidden away here was the cause of this destruction.

 

There was a crash, and he suddenly found himself surrounded by elves.

 

"You are the leader I take it?" A woman appeared from behind all of the warriors.

 

"Yes."

 

The knights cowered in fear as the woman pointed at them.

 

"Dispose of them."

 

The knights started to flail their swords around, but to no avail. The elves killed them.

 

"Why are you destroying my village?" The mayor asked.

 

"They invaded the territory. We could not allow them to live knowing where it was."

 

"You let me live knowing where it was!"

 

"Because we knew we could trust you. You cared too much about your people. You knew if the information were leaked, we would destroy this village."

 

"You killed some of my people."

 

"You sent them after me. You tried to attack us. Thus, our agreement is over, this village shall be destroyed."

 

"WHAT? You don't get it they lied to me! They told me you were attacking us..."

 

He slumped forward in mid-sentence. One of the elves behind him had slipped his dagger into his throat.

 

"Very good. Destroy this village."

 

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Farrid heard the screams and cries and pleas as his village was destroyed. The knight, who had been telling him of his battle against the kracken, was now wearing his armor and held a sword and a shield.

 

"You must run."

 

"No! I will not leave my village, what about my mom and dad?"

 

"They are probably dead!"

 

Farrid began to cry.

 

"Don't cry, there will be time for sorrow later. I have a sword under that floorboard." He pointed. "Take it and run."

 

"Not without you! Not without my parents!"

 

"Dammit! Forget your parents! This is your life kid!"

 

Farrid went to the floorboard and collected the sword. He then began to swing it.

 

"Oh no...you don't know how to use one?"

 

Farrid smiled.

 

"May Sarradomin save us."

 

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the building. A fire erupted on the roof, and debris began to fall on their heads.

 

"Come on, we gotta go!" The knight took Farrid's hand and began to drag him along as he ran through the town. At the incline, he ran into some elves. He mowed them down easily enough and they began to climb the stairs. Farrid watched his house burn and saw his mother run out of it. He then saw she was carrying his father's charred body. He screamed and then ran back down the stairs, and began to go to her.

 

"NO!" The knight screamed at him.

 

He ignored him and ran to her. He then saw an elf. The elf came from behind and grabbed her neck, then threw her to the ground. Farrid watched as his mothers throat was cut before his eyes.

 

"MOTHER!" He screamed. The elf then looked over at Farrid and ran at him. Farrid just stood there in shock. His life seemed to have slowed. He watched the elf come at him, and waited, ready to embrace death.

 

Suddenly, his life turned to normal time. The knight ran at the elf and then decapitated it. He then motioned for me and I ran to him. he slapped my head.

 

"Stupid child, now we will surely die!"

 

A woman elf then appeared. She looked at the knight and then at Farrid.

 

"Another one? And a child?" She drew her dagger and ran at us. The knight threw his shield aside, as well as his sword, and waited. Then, when she was only ten feet away, he grabbed at her. Perfect timing.

 

The knight twisted her arm. The dagger fell and she laughed. She then disappeared. Then, the dagger left the ground, and the knight's hand fell.

 

He screamed. It was hanging to his arm by only a small piece of skin. It swung back and forth, until the knight just ripped it off. He screamed. He then fell to the ground. The woman appeared on top of him, her dagger in his neck.

 

"You child, will be spared. I see potential in you. Your aura is odd, you might be able to awaken Guthix if we teach you the rites and spells of a druid."

 

Farrid was surrounded by elves. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees.

 

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END OF CHAPTER ONE

 

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Please comment on this story...I dedicate this chapter to Xewleer, because he has given me more confidence than anyone on this forum (other than Archimage).

My attention span is short right now but it's a very good story. I saw a few spelling/grammar mistakes but nothing that killed the story.

thank you...at least I know someone has read it...

Please comment on this story...I dedicate this chapter to Xewleer, because he has given me more confidence than anyone on this forum (other than Archimage).

 

 

 

What about me? I did something... I think.Anyways, this is probably one of the best RuneScape stories I have read =D>

It's good, except you wouldn't call twenty men a legion. And the battle scenes could use more detail.

It's good, except you wouldn't call twenty men a legion. And the battle scenes could use more detail.

 

 

 

Well, I guess the legion is not right, and the battles will use more detail...better continue this tomorrow since people like it...

It's good, except you wouldn't call twenty men a legion. And the battle scenes could use more detail.

 

 

 

Well, I guess the legion is not right, and the battles will use more detail...better continue this tomorrow since people like it...

 

 

 

What, no comment about what I said? I feel left out :cry:

Please comment on this story...I dedicate this chapter to Xewleer, because he has given me more confidence than anyone on this forum (other than Archimage).

 

 

 

What about me? I did something... I think.Anyways, this is probably one of the best RuneScape stories I have read =D>

 

 

 

Thanks...there...now you are not left out...

Please comment on this story...I dedicate this chapter to Xewleer, because he has given me more confidence than anyone on this forum (other than Archimage).

 

 

 

What about me? I did something... I think.Anyways, this is probably one of the best RuneScape stories I have read =D>

 

 

 

Thanks...there...now you are not left out...

 

 

 

YAY! :twss:

i will write a new chapter and post it tomorrow...I am jsut really busy...sorry for no update...soon.

CHAPTER 2

 

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Farrid woke up to the sound of thunder. A rough wind blew debris toward Farrid's tent, cutting it open. Farrid got out from beneath the light covers and ran outside. The elves were in a frenzy, directing their children toward the forest. Farrid laughed.

 

Thats right, herd your children into the forest and let them be crushed by the trees!He thought.

 

One of the elven women ran up to him.

 

"Sir, please stop the storm with your magic!"

 

"Thats impossible. I cannot control the elements." He said.

 

She merely whimpered and ran.

 

Farrid ran into his tent and threw off his night clothes, and in their place, put on his wizard robes. He then took his staff and began to leave the elf camp and head for the forest.

 

He stopped outside of the forest, aware that the elves were running for it. Maybe he could as well.

 

So, Farrid ran the other way. After fifteen years of being enslaved to the elves, he was finally able to escape. They taught him magic, they taught him necromancy, but could not have been ready for this storm, and his escape.

 

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The elves ran through the forest, taking their children in their arms and heralding others toward the Altar of Guthix. Rain pounded on their heads, and the wind blew dirt into their faces. They were nearly there when they heard a horses hooves. They then saw their leader, the Lady Goma, atop the chestnut horse. She took some of the children and placed them on the back of the horse. She held her own daughter in her arms. The children were crying and Goma blocked them out as she held onto the children and pulled the horses reins, making the horse gallop on.

 

She then screamed out for Farrid to come. It was time for him to test his worth. There was no reply. She then snapped. She knew he ran. The stupid child had turned into a stupid man and was now running from the elves? After he awakened Guthix, he would be killed.

 

She jumped off the horse and screamed for a man named Candine. He appeared and jumped onto the horse, throwing one of the kids into the mud below. She then whistled and another chestnut appeared. She jumped onto its back and pulled the reins. It galloped forward.

 

Her knife had not been used for ten years. The elves had had a decade of peace. Now, the human had disrupted it, and she would have to kill again.

 

She cried out. The battle cry. Some nearby elves heard it and drew their weapons. They then proceeded toward the altar carefully, looking everywhere for signs of enemies.

 

Goma then saw a flash of lightning, and cried out. A tree fell before her and the horse whinied and ran back towards the altar. Goma fell off and watched as the horses hoove came down on her hand. She heard the crack and then felt her hand go completely numb. Her knife hand had been broken.

 

The horse ran off into the forest.

 

She stood, grabbed her knife from the ground, and ran to the camp.

 

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Candine saw the Altar of Guthix. It was a large circular rock, surrounded by crosses, that stood in a clearing. Some elves were already there and praying. He galloped toward the altar and then jumped off, tying the horse to one of the crosses and helping the children off.

 

The wizard, the human, was supposed to open the altar for them, and save them from the storm. He had run. A coward.

 

He heard a cry. The cry of his wife. He then ran back into the forest and cried back. He saw her chestnut galloping at him, his wife not atop it. He jumped to the side, watching as the horse ran to his chestnuts side. He groaned.

 

Running forward, he drew his sword. After running through the storm for half an hour, he saw his wife. She was hiding in one of the tents of the camp. The humans.

 

His wife was looking through a small dresser in the tent.

 

He noticed her limp hand and tried to touch it but she pulled it back.

 

"What happened?" He asked.

 

"The horse stepped on it."

 

He wanted to kill the horse for doing such a thing to his wife.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"Searching for something that will give us more information on this human."

 

He laughed. "He's going back to his village of course!"

 

She laughed as well. "Of course."

 

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Farrid ran through the clearing. The clearing had now turned into a marsh, and the further he ran, the higher the water got, soaking his robes. Soon, he got to the incline and slid down it. At the bottom, he tripped. He fell a couple feet and smashed to the ground. He looked at the arm he fell on. It was scratched up, blood mixing in with the rain water below him.

 

He ran through the village. It was rubble. He was surrounded by piles of scorched wood. Yet one building stood. It had a gate around it and the whole front of it was made up of gravestones. Farrid ran to it. The gate was locked, so he jumped it. He then ran to the front door and knocked on it. It opened by itself. Farrid walked in.

 

"Hello?" He asked.

 

He walked past a doorway. He looked in and then found a sword at his neck. He leaped back.

 

A man walked out of the doorway.

 

"Farrid?"

 

"No...you were killed."

 

The knight looked back at him and smiled. "You think I would go down that easily?" He was missing one of his arms, and had a scarred neck.

 

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Candine slid down the incline and then ran toward the gated building. It was the only place to hide. Humans were so predictable.

 

He jumped the gate and entered the already open door. He then went into the first room to his left. The human sat on the floor. Another one sat in a rocking chair. Candine swung his sword at the human.

 

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Farrid disappeared and materialized behind Candine. Farrid drew a dagger and was about to stick it through the elves neck when the elve turned around and grabbed his ankle, twisting it. Farrid screamed and dropped the knife. He then began to recite an incantation when he was punched in the face by the elf. He passed out on the floor.

 

"Pathetic human." Candine said.

 

The old man still stood there, rocking back and forth. Candine swung at him. The old man disappeared. The elf looked around, searching for where he went, but could not figure it out. He shrugged, grabbed the body of the human and began his long walk back to the altar.

 

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The knight was on his knees, praying before the altar of Guthix. He smirked as he watched Farrid get knocked out, and his doppelbager get destroyed.

 

The knight was a master of disguise. Fifteen years before, he had created a doppelganger to be killed in his place. The only effect, was the scar on his neck, and the loss of his arm. Right now, he was disguised as an elf. The rain pounded on his head and he prayed to Saradomin instead of Guthix. He prayed that his plan would work.

 

One of the elves looked at him.

 

"Do I know you?" He asked.

 

The knight laughed. "Of course you do...I am a guard, I am not allowed in the actual camp, I am only allowed to guard it."

 

"No wonder I do not know you!" The elf grinned. The grin disappeared and then the elf screamed.

 

The knight dropped his disguise and held a scimitar in his left arm.

 

The elves gasped and began drawing arms.

 

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Farrid awoke on the journey back. He saw the altar, and looked to his side. Candine's wife. The one who thought she killed the knight.

 

Farrid whispered an incantation. A protective prayer basically. He asked that the gods protect him in the battle of his life.

 

The only way for the knight and Farrid to survive was to get the sword from beneath teh altar before Guthix was completely revived.

 

Farrid then noticed that the knight now had shown himself and was killing the elves coming at him.

 

Good, the plan begins.

 

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Candine now rant to the altar and drew his sword. He punched the human.

 

"Wake up!" He screamed and threw the human to the grass.

 

"ACTIVATE THE ALTAR OR DIE!" Candine screamed at Farrid.

 

Farrid scrambled back up and ran to the altar. He began to recite an incantation, looking back nervously as the knight prepared to fight Candine.

 

After a half minute of carefully reciting a spell, the altar began to glow.

 

The elves quit fighting and gasped in awe.

 

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The knight began parrying the blows of the large elf. He then cheated, kicking at the elves lower parts. The elf cried out and the knight began slicing the elf up. The elf did not even bleed.

 

"What the..." Suddenly the knight was on the defensive again.

 

The knight did not understand at all.

 

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Farrid watched as the large rock in front of him slid to the side. A staircase was revealed beneath. Farrid ran down. At the bottom, there was a coffin, and a sword lay on top. Farrid ran for the sword, but suddenly it levitated high into the air. It then came down and smashed into the coffin's lid. The lid blew into pieces, and an arm grabbed the sword, suddenly flying into the air.

 

"So, I am back here on Gielnor. Wonderful!"

 

He then saw Farrid.

 

"You have brought me back. Very good! You deserve a prize of some kind!"

 

The sword was now in the hands of Guthix...

 

But then, it fell to the ground before Farrid.

 

Guthix screamed.

 

"My power is not what it used to be! I need to find somewhere to regain it! Damn."

 

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The knight watched as a resurrected god flew through the air. He flew to the North. Suddenly, the storm was even worse. The elves were running for the gravesite, running down the stairs.

 

Soon, the knight and the large elf were the only ones left.

 

Then, he noticed the elf woman who had cut off his arm. The elf woman gazed at him in awe.

 

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Farrid noticed the elves coming and began to pick up the sword. He felt an electric shock go through his body and then was able to pick the weapon up. He remembered the sword training he had gotten from the elves, and prepared to slaughter them.

 

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Please comment!

It's kind of confusing... I didn't follow it all.

Its fifteen years later...

 

 

 

basically, Farrid ran away from the elves to the destroyed village. The elves followed which led to Farrid finding out the knight is actually alive and he awakens Guthix, takes his sword and prepares as he fights the elves...

 

 

 

That good...read it a couple of times...then you'll catch the drift...