Trained in the Art of Death, Chapter 1- by Big Tom

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Carellar strode through the monastery ready to give his report to his Master. He found him in his quarters performing his daily ritual of drinking an innocent's blood. It was the only thing that (combined with his evil powers) kept him alive in his old age. He had recently celebrated his 478th birthday party where many of his colleagues got drunk on wine of Zamorak.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Your Mission, Carellar, how did it go?' he said.

 

 

 

'The sound portals are set and concealed,' Carellar replied.

 

 

 

'And what of the guards?'

 

 

 

'Dead, their throats are slit.'

 

 

 

'Good, very good. You may adjourned your day's work. Rest well, there is a meeting tomorrow that shall interest you.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carellar walked swiftly away. He still felt pleasure inside himself at how well his task had ended. He still tingled at his fingetips when he thought of when he effortlessly had jumped over the wall. Crept behind the guards, killing each one before sweeping into the shadows. Then crafting his evil magic into a soundportal, anything said by the Saraomin scum his order would hear, and very well hidden the portals were too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carellar had reached his own room and he lay down in his bed. He said his prayers to Zamorak and fell asleep, still pleased with himself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next day came quickly and Carellar was climbing out of bed readying himself for the meeting. A horn blew out across the monastery calling him and the other Warrior Monks to the main hall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When he got there he saw many already seated and quickly took one himself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'As we already know,' the main speaker said, 'that the Gods live off the worshipping of their followers. Therefore the less people that worship them, the less power they have. We have put together a plot that shall shape this world unlike anything before. Our master has decided to act upon the knowledge that Saradomin relies nearly wholly on the power that his monks feed to him. His plan will be this: we shall take the information gained through the sound portals, that Carellar placed, to destroy the monks of Saradomin. First we shall infiltrate the Monastery and put in some of our men to act as Saradomin Guards. On the night where all the Monks of Saradomin meet to begin a Year of worshipping we shall strike. The sound portals shall tell us what the security drill is and what they do in emergencies. Before the night of our victorious slaughter the guards we implanted will turn the portals into proper portals. Our fake guards will then cut off the emergency escapes. We will then go through the portals and kill the monks. There shall not be any opposition, and we shall rule the whole of the world. From the Kharidian Desert to the Trollweiss Mountain, it shall be Ours.