• The Legend of the Lost God

    Rays of light bring peace to the people of hope. Times will change, seas will rise, and people will cower in fear. As the gods descend on the people of the world. There shall be one who fights to save the world from utter destruction. The lands shall be destroyed and the world will be naught. (Saradomin - First Age -)

    In the long since past land of Runescape, in the kingdom of Asgarnia, there lived a small family of four. They lived in times of development, when the lands of Runescape were still a mystery. There lived a young man by the name of Arlem; he lived with his parents and one brother. His father was an established blacksmith, while his mother was an accomplished chef. His brother had set off the year before on a quest to rid the lands of the Zamorakian tyranny. Little did Arlem know that his fate was already put into the hands of the gods.

    The young man was now 18, old enough to venture out on his own. The idea of his journey was much like those of before him. He was one of the Saradomian religion, and like many people before him, set out on a journey to rid the land of the Zamorakian followers. The lands were plagued with the workings of Zamorak. Monsters flooded cities and attacked innocent people. The land of Runescape during this period was not a pleasant place to live. But each year new warriors set out to try and overthrow the Zamorakian power, and get rid of the monsters. Arlem thought of this being his destiny. His once best friend Clavice had been killed by an outbreak of the Zamorak monster known as the Lesser Demon. Many people perished that day, and Arlem swore to become a warrior, to protect the people of Runcescape.

    When Arlem left, his family and friends cheered him on with the utmost pride. For he was to be the hero of all hero’s. His father had a special gift for him; his father mined him the best steel armor that he could mine. And his mother made him fresh food straight from the market. He set out south from Falador to the less populated and less fortunate of places. The small city of Draynor, at the time was being riddled with a plague that made many people not want to dwell there. The roads were flooded with monsters, and the terrain was rough. The steel armor that his father may have saved his life. He encountered a highwayman; this seemed like a regular person, but one who wanted to steal what Arlem had. The battle seemed quite easy for the level of Arlem. His armor proved much protection for him. With one last quick thrust of his steel long sword, the highwayman way slain. Looking through his remains he found a small black cape, and a few bits of gold. After putting on the new cape, he continued to the closest area. He came to a small farm; the doors were locked up very tightly. After a few knocks someone answered with a cautious smile. The old farmer explained about his monster problem. For the past few days, there were very strong monsters passing through his area. He fled for his life inside of his house, where he felt safe. Arlem feeling this was a great chance to show his skill told the man that his monster problem would be taken care of. Arlem sat in wait for the monster that the man spoke of. At around midday, a cloud of smoke came from the distance. The outline of a running figure could be seen. As the monster neared, Alrem stood up to begin his attack on the new foe. The monster stopped in front of Arlem, staring him in the face. The monster was a red demon, one that looked just like the one that attacked his childhood friend. Arlem asked who this new monster was; he simply exclaimed that he was Delrith, the most powerful demon in existence. Arlem had never thought of trying to take on such a monster of great strength, but he had no choice. He attacked the monster with a wide swipe of his sword. The demon took his blade and snapped it in half. He truly was a great and powerful demon. Arlem started to run in the other direction, afraid for his life. The demon chased after him laughing loudly. Piles of dust sheer from his hind legs. The heavy armor starts to take affect on Arlem, and he is forced to slow down. The demon manages to catch his legs, and holds Arlem upside-down. Delrith bangs Arlem’s floppy body on a tree repetitively. He notices the broken sword on the ground. He reached for the broken blade, his armor dented more as he began to show signs of tiredness. He got the broken blade in his hand and attempted to break the grip on him. He jabbed the broken sword into the hand of the demon. Delrith dropped him to the ground. Arlem weak and battered took this as a sign to leave, and return alive. He ran east away from the demon, still not completing his task for the farmer. He came to the small town of Draynor. The city was very small and hardly had anyone who took residence in it. But there was a place to rest. He went into one of the houses that were not destroyed. He asked the man at the counter about the situation of the city. The man said that the plague has caused many people to flee. The town was a barren wasteland of torment. After a striking conversation with the clerk, Arlem asked for a room in which he might be able to stay for the night. The clerk happily gave Alrem the key to the guest room. He took the key and entered the somewhat battered room to get some sleep. As he took off his armor he saw the great gashes and holes, although it could be repaired he had no time.

    He awoke to hear screams in the background, and metal meeting metal. He got out of bed, as he headed for the door he grabbed what armor he had left. The rattling horror outside was overwhelming. He heard scream after scream, women and children where being slain. The black knights had come to the village to do Zamorak’s bidding. There where some white knights there, but they were no match for the outstanding numbers of the black knights. Arlem knew only one thing. If he were to survive this ordeal, he must fight back. His sword was now useless, and his armor showed that it would serve no protection. When he arrived in the village square, there were burning buildings, and bodies of the slain in every direction. Arlem took the iron weapon from a fallen townsman who had lost his life in the battle. There where three black knights on this corner and would not be an easily won fight. He ran as fast as he could to the side of a black knight. He then tipped the dull blade on an angle. With one quick swipe, the knight was on the ground. The blade ripped through the knight’s armor and dug into his back, a lucky strike for Arlem. There were two knights left. Each of them rushed toward Arlem, in an attempt to catch him off guard. Indeed they did, as he was thrown to the ground with the two powerful strikes of their swords. The knights not allowing him to get up thrust their swords to the ground. With a few rolls Arlem is back onto his feet. His armor battered and falling off, he stood ready for another strike. The two knights rushed forward. As Arlem’s and the knight’s blade struck, he swept his foot out from under the knight, making him fall to the ground. With quick reflexes Arlem slashed the other. The knight fell to the ground, his armor with a great gash. The other knight was still able to fight, as by this time he was back onto his feet. The black knight grabbed Arlem by the neck and threw him down to the ground with a powerful might. The knight held Alrem down with his foot as he prepared to thrust his blade into his torso. At that moment there was a shrieking voice.

    “Unhand him Knave!”

    A young woman in white knights armor had sprung down from the roof.

    “If thy wishes to live let him go.”

    The black knight still in a rage did not let Arlem go, instead he ran toward the young women in an attempt to attack her. His attack missed as she jumped out of the way with seemingly great ease. She landed back to the ground, her cherry red cape flowing with the air of her jump. She dashed forward and with a few quick slashes, had attacked the black knight. He fell to the ground with a silent thud; as the dust settled she could be seen standing sheathing her sword.

    “Are you ok my friend? Are you hurt at all?”

    Arlem a little hesitant, and a little weary, stood up and gave a heart-full bow.

    “Thank thee ma’am, for I wouldst not longer be.”

    But there was no time to talk for the two.

    “There is no time, take thy sword. You have earned the right to fight with me.”

    She threw him a weapon, it was a black sword. “What kind of sword is this?” He looked amazed at this new weapon; he has never seen one of its caliber before. She took his hand and pulled him to the side, there were knights coming their way. They hid in a small ally until they passed them. She jumped out of the shadows and attacked one, this time the battle was two on one. Arlem was hesitant. But soon he realized that she needed help. He sprung out of the shadows to her aid. He took the black sword and it met the blade of an opposing black knight. Their blades met again and again, each time in accord to one another. Arlem thrashed his blade forward as hard as he could, and broke the blade of the black knight. A quick slash and the knight fell to the ground, he looked back to see if the young women needed help. She was quietly standing waiting for him to finish. After a few moments the two started to laugh. The black knights had retreated and the city was once again saved.

    “So what is your name?” said Arlem. “Thy name is Kry, and you?”

    “Thy name is Arlem, it is a pleasure."

    After a quick bow he thanks her for saving him. They decide to stay the night at the city and head out the next morning for Falador to re-supply. After they got a room, they talked about whom they are.

    “I am an elite warrior, following the rule of the great god Saradomin,” said Kry.

    “How has thas’t become such a great warrior? White Knights were always male.”

    “My father is the king, so I guess I fall into a royal position.”

    They talked for most of the night, about there dreams, and what they hoped to become. After a short while they decided to get some rest for their journey ahead.

    It was early morning as Arlem awoke. The smell of a fresh spring day filled the air. He looked over to Kry’s bed, but the bed was already made. He grabbed the black sword, but left his armor to where it would stay. He made his way downstairs to find that Kry had not left; she was talking to a man about the attack on the village the day before. They had finished talking by the time Arlem had come down, so he did not catch much.

    “Good mourning Arlem, how are you this lovely spring mourning?”

    “I am well, are thou’st ready to head out?”

    After a few and quick adjustments, the two set out for the road to Falador. There journey would be somewhat short, for it was only a short walking distance to the grand city. After a while Kry noticed that Arlem had no protection, and would have been easy prey for any monster.

    “When we get to the capital, I will get you armor.”

    Arlem happily acknowledged her politeness, and thanked her accordingly. Later down the road, Arlem spots the farmhouse where he was attacked by the demon Delrith. He stops Kry and leads her up to the door.

    “This man is haunted by the presence of an evil and powerful demon.”

    He knocked on the door and the farmer answered.

    “Yes what can thy do for ye?”

    Arlem explained to both of them what happened to him.

    “I shall find the demon for ye.”

    The farmer thanks him generously, and gives him some cooked food for his journey. The two head on down the road to Falador.

    “Is this demon named Delrith?” she said.

    “Yes he said he is the strongest demon of them all.”

    “Truly he is,” she said.

    The come to the gate of Falador which is always sealed to prevent monsters breaking in. There has been a recent monster scare and the city is not allowing anyone to enter.

    “How do I not know that you are not a magic user using a shape shift spell?” said the guard.

    Kry started to get somewhat angry,

    “I am the princess of Falador, and if ye do not let me in I will have you destroyed!”

    The guard finally let in and let them through. The people in the city recognized her right away. People bowed to her as she entered the city, and smirked at them as they passed.

    “I do not think it is wise for me to be in your presence, the towns people may think things.”

    “Let them think what they wish.”

    They passed Arlem’s house and others.

    “Where are we going?”

    “We are going to the castle of course, where else?” she said.

    “I do not believe that I am welcome in the castle.”

    “You are because I say you are.”

    They entered the square, where there was a giant statue of Saradomin pointing to the castle. As they came to the gate of the castle two white knights stopped them, but let them through right away.

    “Good mourning princess Kry, the king requests your presence.”

    They headed up the long spiral stairs and up to the thrown room. They entered as the king was talking to an advisor, but suddenly stopped to address his daughter.

    “Ahh, young one how hast thy journey been?”

    “And who hast this young man be? I shall not let men cavort around my daughter like an imp to a fishing pole!”

    “Father he is worthy of my presence.”

    Arlem bowed to the king as he stumped away into his room. Kry had taken off her armor and sat at a small yet still large thrown next to the kings.

    “Is this what you do all day?” said Arlem.

    “Yes, but allot of the time I get assigned to special missions.”

    Alrem stood uncomfortably as he stood in wait.

    “Oh yes let me get you that armor.”

    She stood up and walked over to a brick wall. She started to chant that he had never heard, and the wall started to glimmer with a purple glyph. The wall turned around and revealed a very small closet. She opened the closet, inside was one suit. It was white knight armor, although it had gold-like trim around it.

    “My father had this special armor made, I did not think that I would ever use it, you will look great as a royal warrior.”

    “Me a royal warrior? But I am nothing but a coward.”

    “Do not speak of such nonsense, you seem worthy to me, please take the armor, it would be my honor for you to wear it.”

    He took the armor with great gratitude. The king came out of his room not paying much attention to Arlem.

    “Take this, it is a assignment to go to Varrok, something has been reported there.”

    Arlem put on his suit of armor; it went well with his black cape. The king did not take a look at them, as the two left the castle.

    The courtyard shone with a bright blaze. The sunlight glimmered through the open ceiling. The two walked past the guards, all of them men. Each bowed as they passed. The two entered the square of the city, people happily trotted around without a care in sight. The two stopped to admire the statue for a short time, then continued to the northern gate. They could see guards in the distance trying to hold back the door, for it seemed there was an attempt of a break in. The large wooden door broke into small splintery pieces. A large red monster barreled through the door.

    “Prepare your weapon Arlem, we will take him!

    !” Arlem unsheathed his sword. The two looked at the large demon of whom was plundering there home. It must be that demon Delrith.

    "Prepare for death demon!”

    Kry leapt forward running after the large demon. Alrem followed shortly after. Running up to the beast with his black sword drawn, he slashed at the demons torso, attempting to do damage. But this was a foe unlike the black knights, and he knew it. Delrith turned around in a rage after being hit with the sword. He snarled at the two, he got a hold of Kry and threw her into a nearby building. He then turned his attention to the remaining Arlem. Delrith slashed at him scratching his armor slightly, this time Arlems armor was able to repel the monsters attacks. Arlem jumped into the air with a powerful air strike, the sword came down onto Delrith’s head. The monster staggered a few feet back before coming to again. Arlem crashed to the ground, brushing dust a few feet into the air. There was no movement in the house Kry had gotten thrown into, but there was no time to worry about such formalities. Delrith, with one giants leap jumped over Alrem and across the town square. He ran down the short path toward the southern gate. Arlem sheathed his sword, and headed over to the house. By the time he arrived at the small dwelling, Kry was on her feet brushing the dust and soot off of her.

    “You alright, it looks like it hurt.”

    “I shall be fine, now let us continue on to Varrok. There we can prepare for our next battle with Delrith.”

    With that the two left the city through the northern gate. The guards that were once there were now spread across the ground. Their bodies where ripped to shreds, and their blood filled the streets.

    The road to the Capital of Varrok was a dangerous walk. They would continue the path for at least two days. Just before the gates, they discovered an old sickly man, but shortly they would find that the man was not all that sick.

    “Much thanks to ye two for letting me camp with ye.”

    “It is not such a problem old man, we wish for you to get better,” said Arlem.

    “Where are ye two headed?”

    “We are going to the Capital of Varrok to examine the city.”

    “Ye do not want to go there; it is a horrid place, one of anguish and demise. One would be walking into a short death if ye where to step foot inside.”

    “Let us worry about that old man; we are not so easily tricked. For now let us get some sleep for our journey tomorrow, for then we shall be at the Capital.”

    The three slept a seemingly sound sleep until a loud noise was heard.

    “What is all this noise?” said Kry.

    “Arlem wake up!”

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    The old man was found rummaging through the two’s belongings. Arlem awoke from his slumber and unsheathed his sword.

    “Knave, how dare you take our thing!”

    The old man chuckled and with a large flash of blue rising smoke, turned his stick into a Zamorakian staff.

    “Arlem, watch your self. He is a mage, and looking to me a very powerful one. Only strong mages are able to use the power of the Zamorakian staff."

    Arlem rose to attack the old man, his black blade faded with the black night sky. The old man started to chant as the staff started to glow.

    “Halfo Zarano Chre!”

    A swirling chain of white light arose from the staff and around Arlem. Arlem tried to move but he could not. The man stood and laughed at Arlem’s helplessness. Kry slashed he sword at the mage, but her sword met short as a shield of electricity surrounded the mage. Her sword surged with an electrical current, but the shield was unaffected. The old man flung his staff back as a light of blue started to emit from the staff. Suddenly he shot the staff forward and out came a water blast. Kry getting shot by the water blast, shot back a few feet and tumbled to the ground. As she got up another powerful blast headed her way. She quickly took her sword and used the flat side of the blade to knock the blast back at the mage. The blast hit the mage; it knocked him back and exploded from the electrical current still left in Kry’s sword. Kry leapt forward and took the staff from the mage. The old man disappeared in a great flash of red light. She turned back over to Arlem, she touched the staff to his body and the root spell was now off of him. The two decided to get some more rest; they stuck the staff into the ground which would allow a barrier around them, to protect them for the remainder of the night.

    The two awoke, the sun shone with an orange mourning light. The staff’s barrier has diminished over night and was now faded. Arlem stood up to grab to pick the staff from the ground. He took a strap and strung it around the staff. He took the staff and placed it on his back, for now they were ready to move on to the capital. The mourning dirt under their feet was like a step under soupy cold sand. The hard walking conditions slowed their walking. By the time they had reached the city gates, it was already mid-day, not the best time to be outside. There was no guard at the front gate, the walls were scratched and etched with blood. Kry and Arlem opened the large wooden door, and walked inside. The cities buildings where destroyed and demolished. Houses lay in ruin; people lay in the street either dead or dieing. There were people walking about picking up bodies and carrying them to a large hole next to the halfway demolished bank. They headed for the castle where the king would make things clear to them. Fire raged in buildings not yet destroyed. The people scrambled to put out the blaze, but to no avail. After a short walk into the square, they gazed at the giant fountain. The fountain was streaming red water, surly not natural. Arlem walked up to the fountain, to his amazement it wasn’t water at all, for it was blood. This city had been the busiest town for many years, but now it was nothing but a destroyed reality. They moved over to the castle courtyard. Guards stood watch there and halted the two as they tried to enter.

    “No one shall pass. This is direct order of the king.”

    Kry took out the paper that her father gave her to show the king.

    “This paper is to go directly to the king, now if you do not let me in, there will be trouble.”

    The guard hesitated some and let the two pass. Arlem said nothing as the two entered the castle. The walls where as high as he could see, light shone in from outside. The light danced off of the light misty dust that was settling inside of the castle. They made their way to the king’s quarters; he was sitting in his chair reading a book silently to himself.

    “Sir, I have been sent from my father in Falador. I have seen the great tragedy that has befallen your kingdom, but I and my friend may be able to help you. We have fought this monster before and lived; we think with a little training we can defeat this monster. But alas we are not strong enough.”

    The king arose from his chair with a great smile on his face.

    “I am happy that your father is worried about us, and I am gratified that you are here to help.”

    The king shook both of their hands and took them to another room. They climbed up the winding stairs until they reached a small doorway. After touching a glyph on the wall the door turned into a large opining which led to a large room. The room was filled with shelves; there were a few books in the corner. “Sir, may I ask what this place is for?” asked Arlem.

    “Yes my boy! This room is going to be the great library of Varrok. This room will be the center of the history of our lands. We have started to record our history, as you can see from the books in the corner.”

    A seemingly older woman stepped forward to greet them.

    “Hail, how do ye feel today?”

    The old woman seemed to be somewhat strange. She had more energy than normal women of her age.

    “We have come to defeat the monster the plagues your city.” said Alrem.

    “Good, good I think I know of a way of defeating this monster. But I will need your help. You should have noticed by now, that Delrith cannot be harmed by a regular blade. A few other mages and I are going to forge a sword out of magic, to destroy this monster, and rid him from our lands. We are currently working on a chant to seal him back where he came. But at this time, we cannot do such.”

    The old women saw what Arlem had on his back.

    “What is that?”

    “It is a staff from a Zamorakian mage.”

    “You’re telling me that you actually defeated a Zamorakian mage, with what you’re wearing”

    “Well, not really Kry was the one that defeated him. I really couldn’t move at the time.”

    The old women did not say a word; she left through the door and down to someplace unknown.

    They left the Varrok library and moved back into the courtyard of the castle. The sun was bright. The irony of a beautiful day, in such a gloomy town. People crowed the streets, and bodies where piled up in hole waiting to be covered. The town was truly a disaster. The old woman was seen in the far corner of the courtyard, along with three other people. She signaled to them to come over.

    “These are the two that are going to help us complete the ceremony.”

    Three men looked to them without a smile, nor a grin. They where dressed in a light blue robe, wearing the Saradomin symbols around their necks. Kry stepped forward to look at the two men, and then stepped back.

    “Alright, they seem fine to me, but what do we do from here?” “Good question,” said the old lady.

    “What we need to do, is go to the north, and kill a green dragon. We need a dragon claw, to use as the basis blade of the sword.”

    Arlem stepped forward,

    “So you’re telling me that you need people to go and get the claw for you, right?”

    “That’s right kid.”

    Alrem took his sword from its scabbard,

    “Alright I will go and slay this dragon, if it puts an end to this demon Delrith.”

    Kry looked at him sternly,

    “Arlem, you can’t just go and kill a dragon by yourself, they are very strong!”

    Arlem looked at her for a second then chuckled a little,

    “Don’t worry I will request mages to come with me, and besides I will have someone as strong as you with me.”

    Kry stood for a second and looked at him,

    “Your right, I am much stronger than you.”

    “Hey, that wasn’t very nice to say,” exclaimed Arlem.

    “I was just kidding, you really are a strong guy, and you just haven’t had the chance to prove it yet.”

    Arlem set his sword back into its scabbard, and leaned forward.

    “So Kry, are you ready to go?”