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This is a story i thought of whilst picking flax and a mysterious old man apperead. Its basically explains the MSTOLMN and the role they played in the events that shaped runescape past and present and future.
I would like charachters. All I need is a medieval-esque name (Not your RS name) and your moral affinity (I.E Saradomin or Indifferent)
#PART THREE HERE#
Rat611: Rattono Dragonai
Dwarf Moria: Kain Asherr
Tahu1000: Grant Klinkin
One
Canifis
We all knew in our hearts that Canifis was a mistake. The soggy quagmire of a city had little strategic value except it was practically on the Zammorakian controlled city of Varrock. It hadn’t stopped raining since we arrived to find the town emptied of all resources, mind you it wasn’t a heavy rain, more like a steady drumming that made life just a little more unbearable. Zammorakian forces under general Braylor had simply barricaded Varrock and left us to rot; High Command told us to sit tight and wait for further orders. That was two weeks ago. Two long, soggy weeks.
The war against Zammorak had not been going well- sudden sieges from the chilling north sent the rest of us into exile; forcing us to run and hide while Zammorak and his constituents captured city after city.
Regardless, I was ticked.
I had fought at Falador. I saw the death they caused and the blood they spilled and vowed to rip each one of their throats out. Someday, but not today.
My name is Seinor. Back then I had long burgundy hair and was in good enough shape to fight along side the soldiers in the War. I was part of the Second Heavy Runeite Divison, the SHRD or “Shreds” as we were affectionately called. Commander Kain, half dwarf and almost always ticked at something or another, was our commanding officer. I wasn’t much, just a lieutenant.
For that reason, I couldn’t understand why he called me over that day. He came by and tapped me on my shoulder and told me to follow him. So I did. His quarters were in one of the few non-wrecked houses. He sat me down at a small table and tossed me a beer.
“King Roald has given us the okay to take on Varrock,” he said
I stared at him, “That’s impossible, even the full force of our army couldn’t penetrate their line,”
“True,” Kain commented, “But a few men could; Seinor, I want you to come with me and Rattono and sneak into Varrock,”
Rattono? He was the small man from the Third Division. I’d seen him sometimes, had a knack for wearing a grey hat.
I drained my beer as if it was the only thing keeping me alive, “So how do you propose we do that?”
Kain gave me a small smile. I hated it when he smiled.
Two
Inside
The plan required we sit and wait until it really started to rain. Kain had devised the plan: the majority of our forces would be sent to attack the front gate in a noble, but ultimately futile attack that would act as a diversion while Kain, Rattono and myself would sneak in and kill Braylor and disorganize his army. Simple, really.
Three days and the heavens poured a mighty storm upon Glienor, the perfect conditions for the plan.
That day we walked out into the tempest and saw the entire force at Canifis saluting us. They thought this was a suicide mission, and perhaps it was, but I was too blinded by pride to care. We saluted back and covered our heads with our black cloaks and walked out toward the city until Canifis was a small speck on the horizon, we couldn’t see much else.
Rattono carried a battle axe made of the rare dragonite metal and I a longsword of the same metal, but Kain’s blade was a silver blade almost blue but not, like ice. He called it Aryyl.
We stopped near the stone circle and huddled there until we could almost hear the sounds of two armies clashing. We saw guards rush toward the fighting, and we decided to make our move.
There were only two guards, each carrying an adamantine halberd and wearing armor of the like metal with a symbol of Zammorak emblazoned upon the breast.
“Quietly” said Kain, “they’re more powerful than you think,”
I began walking down, visibility was limited. Then I heard whizzing over head and both guards dropped dead, their blood mixing with the rain. I stealthily ran to their corpses. I pulled out a rune throwing knife from each one of their jugulars. Rattono smiled and shrugged.
He was good.
“Move in and watch for more guards we may not get as lucky next time,”
Rattono and I nodded and followed behind Kain, whose blade seemed to glow a faint light. I tossed the throwing knives back to Rattono.
The city was a mess. Buildings had caved in and there were cannon craters everywhere, but few guards to our surprise. There were looters out of course, taking advantage of the lack of guards. We paid them no mind.
The place wasn’t devoid of guards and two spotted us and charged forward, halberds at the ready. The first lunged at Kain who teleported in a small, grey bubble then reappeared behind the hapless soldier and plunged Aryyl through his midsection. The blade passed through armor like a hot knife and butter. The second turned and ran, thinking quickly, I pulled my runeite crossbow from my back and took dead aim.
I fired several shots. We saw the outline fall. Curious I rushed over toward the man who was trying to crawl away. He had a single arrow stuck in his right leg that caused him to fall. He heard my footsteps and his urgency increased. I stepped on his hand and felt his fingers snap like twigs. He cried out in sheer agony and I removed the arrow from his leg. The wound was now a sickly green. Poison. In a few minutes it would be curtains for this guy.
He sat there quivering. I gripped the end of my blood red blade and looked down upon my defeated opponent.
“Spare me,” he pleaded
The tip of my blade hovered at his neck.
I had a choice to make.
I let him go.
Three
The Castle Varrock
The man ran for his life. He and I both knew it wouldn’t last. I slowly clipped my sword to my back and covered my head with my hood. In the distance I could hear the faint boom of dwarven cannons and the thunderous crash of magic. Kain came up behind me and nodded quietly.
“You should have killed him, given him a warrior’s death,” he said coarsely, “Mercy is a thing for the weak,”
“There is no honor in death,” I said and walked on toward the castle
The castle itself, as opposed to the whole city, was teeming with warriors, mages, and archers, itching to kill us. We had to be cautious.
I pulled out my crossbow and Rattono reached for the side sheath that held his knives.
“What’s the plan Commander?” asked Rattono through the storm
“Walk in,”
Kain was crazy, he had to be; a direct assault was a horrible suicide.
“Trust me,” he said, “I let you in,”
I looked at Rattono; he had the same puzzled look as I did. Kain smiled his trademark, cunning smile and teleported in that strange grey bubble.
“Where’s he gone to now?” asked Rattono, “Damn, we’re going alone aren’t we,”
I shrugged, what else could I do? “Apparently so, come on,”
As we began to move, the ground under our feet began to rumble and then a deafening, resonating boom was heard and we fell to the wet ground.
“What the hell was that?!?” I yelled in sheer exasperation
“Our ticket in,” said Rattono, “look,” He pointed to Varrock castle which now had a gaping hole inside. Smoke and flames to strong for the rain to put out danced in the darkness.
“Fantastic,” I muttered. We ran toward the door. Rattono drew his axe and hacked at the guards that lingered at the gate and I busied myself with picking off those in the towers. When all was said and done, only the door stood between us and Braylor.
“What do we do?” asked Rattono
“Knock, I guess,” I grabbed a large gold knocker and pounded the door. We waited and to our surprise it opened and a rather tall man with whit trimmed runeite armor smiled at us as we walked in.
“Come to join the party?” he asked
“Gods above, is that you Captain Klinkin?” I asked, “You’re alive?”
He laughed, “I am hard to kill as you know, but come; there is a victory to be had here!”
Rattono stepped in. “Our fight is with a man, not an army,”
Klinkin nodded assent, “May Saradomin guide your blade,”
In an instant, Klinkin had disappeared amongst the soldiers. Without looking back we made our way up the stairs toward Braylor, and toward victory.
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