I started writing this last year actually, but I stopped because it wasn't getting read, as I've already posted it, ages ago.
If you like it, I'll post more, if not, then I won't. Thoughts and all that are what I need
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Anyways, on with the story...
EDIT: I have only included staff from a while ago, as that's when I started writing the story. So if some staff don't see their names in it, it's probably because they weren't staff when I started writing it.
The Demon Rise Of Varrock
Chapter 1
Late at night, Brad sat in silence, staring at nothing in particular. The only thing on his mind was that of the coming war. For many years Varrock had been punished with threats from unknown enemies and claimed when the time was right, the Demons of Zamorack would take back what was rightfully theirs. Years had pasted when the people of Varrock had thought nothing of this threat, and said that it was all just a sham from neighboring enemies, who hoped to scare them into giving their land. But this time, it was different, it had started one and a half weeks ago, a normal day in the King’s palace…
King: I was wondering when you would show up again.
Shane: Sorry sir, I was just going to ask if I could have some more time, you see I haven’t got all the money together yet.
King: Do you think I’m someone who is to be taken easily?
Shane: Well, no sir, of course not, I just can’t get hold of the money.
King: Well, you better hurry, I am losing my patience, you have 2 weeks to come up with that money, and then, you will been thrown into the cell.
Shane: Thank you mi’lord.
The king let out a heavy sigh as Shane left the palace chamber.
Servant: Sir, there has been another sign of those threats.
King: Hmm, how did it come this time?
Servant: Well, the great farming area has been dug up, and bodies of former kings scattered out among it.
King: What?! Is it cleared up? And how do you know it is a sign from, “them”?
Servant: I’m not the one who found it, sir, maybe the person who found it can tell you…
King: And who might that be?
Servant: A certain, er, CreepyPirate, sir.
King: No, not him. Isn’t there anyone else?
Servant: Afraid not sir, he was in a Gnome Glider, flying over it when he spotted something or other, I’m not sure…
King: Fine, send him to me…
CreepyPirate was know among the lands, for his hustling skills were the greatest anyone had ever seen, but there was nothing anyone could pin on him, it was just a known fact that he could get anything from anywhere to anywhere… He was said to find tunnels far below the cities, and uses them to transport goods from different towns, it is also said that no-one, except Creepy, knew where the entrances were. Anyone who used them, went blindfolded. He was also renowned for taking taking bribes into joining anyone’s side, basically, the one who paid him the most. In the past year, he had switched from Varrock, to Falador, to Lumbridge, to Arandogue, four, times. He was not a man to be trusted…
The king waited for the arrival of CreepyPirate, he was nervous, and even though he was King, he was afraid of this man.
Creepy: Well, well, well, need my help again do ya?
King: Let’s not go into details, what did you see?
Creepy: Well, that’s not the way to greet a guest is it?
The King let out a sigh, and knew it was going to take a payment to get him to tell.
King: Fine, what do you want in exchange for the information?
Creepy: Now we’re talking. I would like a sum of 500,000 GP, or some items that amount to that.
King: Half a million?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
Creepy: Hey, you want the info, no skin off my nose…
The King felt the anger boil inside him.
King: Fine!
He called to his treasury to bring him half a million GP.
Soon, a heavy bag of gold coins was placed in front of CreepyPirate.
King: Now your half of the deal…
Creepy: Ah yes, okay, I was taking a trip in gnome air, to see the sights, as I hadn’t been in one of them for a very long time. Anyway, we were passing over the great farming area, when I saw mangled corpses laid out on it. I quickly realised they were arranged in a strange way, and saw they were words, they read: “The Time Has Come, 2 Weeks.” And that was all.
King: I paid you 500,000 GP for that?!
Creepy: Yep, I’ll be seeing you now.
CreepyPirate lifted the bag onto his shoulder, and left the room.
The king laid back into his chair, and thought about what he had just heard. 2 weeks, was he to take this seriously? He quickly summoned many of his messengers, and gave them a very important message, which would circle through Varrock, and probably cause panic.
The message read:
The time has come, the time we have always feared. The threat of the coming attack from Zamorack, will now be taken seriously. We shall start to prepare tomorrow morning/
The message was sent to all fighters, rangers and mages. The time for war was almost upon.
Chapter 2
Brad awoke that morning, his dreams had been tormented by Demons killing everyone he loved dearly. He was a wreck, but knew for the sake of his city, he had to get to the training area quickly.
He arrived in time to see the king talking to the best strategic-mind in all the lands, and man called Mike. Brad quickly jogged over, and the king turned to face him. The King’s eyes were blood-shot, and his face was wrinkled, he hadn’t slept in days.
King: Brad, help get these soldiers motivated, we only have a few days before the invasion commences.
Brad: Yes sir. Are Chris and Jeff commanding the archers and mages?
King: Yes, they’re over there.
The King nodded in the direction of men casting spells and firing arrows.
The King turned to face Mike.
King: Any ideas on what we should do with women and children?
Mike: We need to evacuate them, get them as far away from the city as possible, in the remaining time we have. I recommend we send them to the regions of Mudskipper Point, with a lot of supplies, we don’t know how long they could be there.
King: Okay, so shall we gather them, and start the journey?
Mike: That would be the best idea.
The King summoned many people to travel the city and try to round up all the women and children.
In an underground volcano, known about to none, sat the one himself. Zamorack. He watched the preparations of his Demon army below, and to the right his secret weapons trying to be tamed.
Boy: Oh mighty Zamorack, we cannot train these beasts.
Zamorack: Try harder then!
And with that, flames engulfed the boy, and roasted him.
Zamorack saw the men being eaten alive by the terrible beasts. And he grinned. Perfect.
