He was a total mess. Half-covered in dried, solidified demon blood, Gia just kept on fighting. Regretting every moment of it. DIdn't he promise himself that he would stop? That he was already a retired warrior? Ah, but good warriors never stop fighting, and he was one of them. Although, now that he thought about it, his lord did create them primarily for battling against Zaros and his enemies to bring the world back into peace in order. Yeah, it's his duty to be fighting, despite his hatred towards it. He can hate it as much as he wanted, but at the moment, the world wasn't in peace and order, and so he had to fix it.
Now that he had single-handedly slain one of the enemies top military forces singlehandedly and was covered in the proof, a lot more attention was given to him. Enough so that he was forced to pull himself back away from the fray just so he could get a breather. He felt like he had a hundred arrows sticking out of his back, and didn't doubt for a second he did, but he still kept at it.
HIs kill count climbed into the triple-digits, and he simply had to wonder. Exactly what did the enemy even want from Lumbridge that it was willing to sacrifice such a large force?
Gia's body finally told him he had enough for now, and upon bringing an enemy's lance upon its own master, he leapt back and dashed to the wall, allowing what remained of their troops to clean up the rest. The gate already had a large hole in it, and there was even a bit of a fight in the courtyard, so GIa instead took refuge at the unoccupied and ignored fountain. It would be his luck to encounter a host of water-fiends there which would explain why it was left alone, but upon closer examination, it seemed normal enough for him.
Either the water was lukewarm, or he simply was numb, Gia didn't feel the water splash over him. The dried lava would come off easily enough, but the burn marks were there to stay for a while. Gia had pondered making himself a more proper suit of armor just to avoid getting these annoying black patches all over him, but despite taking a good gob of scabarite blood, he still cherished his vest. Aside from the sword, it was the only thing he brought with him through his time stasis, and he just couldn't drive himself to substitute it for something else. Sure, he went ahead and trimmed it a bit with some added extras, but it was ultimately still that same vest.
His eyes casually gazed over to the mark on his forearm. The symbol appeared and apparently shot out some power that saved him from a fatal crushing blow. What was incredibly odd, though, was that it was a symbol he did not recognize whatsoever. It wasn't a spell symbol he know, nor an enchantment, nor even a curse spell. Neither was it a symbol of a clan or a God. Heck, it wasn't even something he had seen from the past. This symbol was completely new to him. Why did it appear then, now of all places? Perhaps he had gotten cursed from his fight and the barrier was merely a side-effect.
A large rock pummeled the ground nearby him, taking his attention back to the war. Catapults. As though he needed such a device. Planting his sword in the ground, he hefted the rock up with one arm, twisted around, and hurled it back over the wall in annoyance. The water wasn't really refreshing, but it did revive his strength a little. In war, that made all the difference.
Redrawing his sword, he thought about Alex and that granite dragon. If he was here, the battle would probably have been done by now. He wouldn't have wasted so much time and energy on the Grand, and his backside would've been more properly covered. But, he was on a mission with it now, so if that was where he was needed, Gia would just have to cope.
Speaking of, he knelt down and began praying. He would have to try every so often to reach Saradomin to see if they were successful. The return of the lord would bring their troops newfound strength. Ah, but Venos did mention something about an impostor when it tried to reach Him. How could he ensure it was really him?
"Lord Saradomin, are you there? Have you returned to us yet?" Gia prayed, gripping his sword in front with eyes closed. He hear another rock slam into the wall in front of him.
"Hello, Gia."
A voice! "Saradomin?"
"Of course! Who do you think I am?"
Gia knew he had to be direct, "An impostor. I'm sorry, my lord, but in a time like this, I can't be too careful."
"I understand," was the reply, "How may I prove I am who I claim to be?"
Gia knew exactly what to say.
"You remember, don't you?" GIa asked, "That glorious day where we, as a race, made our final stand in our great fortress? The final forces of both sides clashing together in our attempts for survival, knowing that it was the battle purely to maintain each other's existence."
There was a pause, and then the reply.
"No, I do not remember."
Gia smiled. That was the right answer. Saradomin never did remember the White Dragons and what they stood for, but they always figured it was an attack by Zaros in order to stem Saradomin's ray of hope so Zaros could re-breed the last straggling remnants of dragonkin he had left, only to be wiped out by the other lesser creatures who were inspired by the White Dragons.
He definitely knew that this was therefore Saradomin. Any impostor would've said "yes".
"Thank you, my lord, your return has brought great hope for me."
"It is good to be back," replied Saradomin, "I apologize for my absence. I will do what I can to restore the faith amongst our side."
"As will I." Gia replied. He paused, almost for a dismissal statement, but Saradomin was already gone. No matter. This was fantastic! Not only was his Lord back, but Alex had completed his mission and was now most likely on his way back as well!
He whipped his sword around and charged back into the fray with renewed strength that no fountain could bestow on him. He shouted "Our Lord has returned!" to the towers, who carried on the message down the line.
Now it was time for the REAL battle to begin!
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"No."
Dex's mood changed entirely from incredibly serious to paranoiacally quizzical. Another emotion Alex had never seen Dex pull off until now. He wasn't used to this one.
"What?" he asked, "You just said-"
"I know what I said." Alex said, shaking his head mostly in shame rather then denial, "It's just that I can't. Not now, anyways. I'm in enough trouble as it is with my brethren. Just by contacting K, whom they think is an enemy to Sartranomin, they believe I may have betrayed them."
There was a long pause. Dex just stood there, staring at him. Alex was almost flinching that Dex would want to punish him somehow. But he didn't.
"... oh. I see ..." he said, breaking eye and wrist contact along with the majiya barrier. He slowly walked over to the balcony and looked out towards the infinite number of stars and beams cast before them. His telescope sat there, unattended and unnoticed.
"Besides, even if I did join, what could I possibly do?" Alex asked, "You are both great supernatural beings. I'm just a spirit with a spear and a couple of acrobatic tricks."
"Every little bit helps ..." Dex half-droned, not taking his eyes off the stars.
Alex hesitated, but then approached his disappointed friend. He desperately wanted to join their cause, but what would he tell his brethren? That he's now joined a God that, earlier, attacked them and obviously hasn't gotten very well on their good side? That he's trying to help rekindle a rebellion that once already cast the universe into a greater turmoil then before? His allegiance was to Saradomin and his master, and if they were on the Unknown's side, then he, unfortunately, was too. He simply couldn't join K.
... not yet, anyways. He leaned over the balcony in a similar way Dex did. For a long time, they both just looked out at the universe itself. Dex had told him that with the Unknown, the place had been cast into a perpetual darkness. He could only try to imagine what the view was like without such a restriction. He wanted to witness it as much as Dex did.
"Look," Alex attempted to help his name, "At the moment, I'm in a state where I'm unable to make a move by myself. If I was acting on my own, I would've joined you without hesitation."
Dex turned slightly towards him, taking momentary interest. Alex gripped his wrist.
"I will try to convince my brethren and Sartranomin to take K's side when I can." Alex said, "But until I can do that, I'm afraid I just cannot endanger them anymore then they are now."
Dex fully turned his head towards him. There was something he wasn't saying?
"I know who the Unknown is already because ... I've met him physically." Alex said, "We're already on bad terms with him, and only by luck and chance were we able to buy ourselves some time from him. We fought against him, trying to save the world from his ... recall, as I'm told. I would imagine we're on deep probation now."
Dex slowly nodded. It was understandable.
"But, I promise you, I will do everything I can to change my answer. Just not now, that's all."
Alex let go of his wrist. He held it up in the air for a moment before softly relaxing it. Alex turned towards the stars, and a duo of bright lights took his immediate interest. They were increasing in size at a dramatic rate, shooting towards them. Venos and Macan were returning.
"Your brethren?" Dex asked, apparently interested.
"Yes." Alex said, "Would you please-"
"Gotcha." Dex replied, and after a quick grab to the wrist, "Stay in touch, would you?"
Alex nodded. Dex fell backwards with his telescope into a pool of swirling purple light that appeared behind him, and both were gone in an instant. Alex forgot Dex and forced innocence into his mind and casually gazed out at the stars, trying to take interest in a select few interesting shapes, hoping the both of them didn't see he was just with somebody.
There was a quick deceleration and a loud, hard landing from the both of them. Alex jumped back in surprise. Did they know?
"Hard locomotive contact results in temporarily traumatic leg-functions." Macan quietly complained, shaking off his legs.
"I imagine it's because it's been a while since you were here." Alex guessed, shrugging.
Venos only shook her head, smiling. She was in much better shape then Macan. Now that Alex actually saw the pair from a side-by-side observer's perspective, he couldn't help but notice just how much more significantly smaller Macan was compared to her. Perhaps just the fact that he sat upright a lot made him seem the same size. Anyways, Alex internally relieved himself, since none of them were even slightly hinting a sign of discipline towards him. They apparently didn't see Dex as they travelled towards them.
"You find Sartranomin?" Alex asked.
"Almost." Venos replied, "His agent was there to greet us."
Alex perked up. They physically met Saradomin? Nice! Unfortunately, neither of them seemed happy with whatever news his Lord gave them in place of theirs.
"Our Lord Sartranomin is enduring detrimental indisposition." Macan said sorrowfully, making Venos temporarily shrug off her own emotion to give him a nasty look.
"Sartranomin has taken ill?" Alex was unable to keep it a thought, "How can Gods get sick?"
"Same way mortals can." Venos replied, "Bad luck, usually."
"Sartranomin is presently in a critical state." Macan explained, "Unable to directly converse. Orders derived from the agent from the Lord, who is attempting to supervise a recovery, but remains unsuccessful-"
"We need to help." Venos said, rudely cutting in, "If we do nothing, our Lord will perish in a short amount of time. Well, short in this realm's standards, anyways."
Must be one heck of an illness to affect a God, Alex thought.
"How can we possibly help him?" he asked.
"Formulaic mixture." Macan replied.
"Saradomin has given us a list of ingredients obtained from the planet itself used to make a cure-all potion, one with enough potency to, hopefully, save him." Venos said, "... unfortunately, he gave them in ... Macan's language. I have no idea what to get or where to get it."
"Instructions perfectly understood." Macan said, tilting his head at Venos, "Unable to understand confusion befalling Sister Venos."
"Very well, then," Venos sneered, "Where do we get these ingredients?"
Macan thought for a moment, then slowly lowered his head in defeat. Alex and Venos both rolled their eyes. Intelligent as he is, he cannot pinpoint the exact places to find something if he had been stuck underwater for the majority of his life.
"Lay it on me, I'll figure it out." Alex said, "No doubt I know the world a lot better then you both."
Venos gave him an identical look, but had to agree with Alex. All eyes were on Macan.
"First ingredient:" Macan stated, "Purified lexaticus draconian mantle."
Alex thought hard. Mantle meant coating, and the terminology he used to describe that depicted that of an animal. Some sort of animal hide. Purified, of course, meaning that all impurities were eliminated. Either that, or simply blessed or enchanted. But the name itself ... lexaticus draconian. Where had he heard it before?
Lexaticus ... that was something in ancient draconyte, meaning "corrupt". Either that or "changed". Yes, that's right. Draconyte being the language of the ancient dragonkin, was therefore related to that. Changed ... corrupted ... corrupted dragonkin?
Of course! Dragonkin changed into a more purified form, seen as a sort of corruption to their ways! White dragons! And the covering ... ah, but of course!
White dragon scale! It had to be that!
But Alex didn't immediately say it. That was too easy, and indeed time was of the essence, but he still didn't want to make Venos seem like an idiot. Especially since he wanted to get back on her good side. He mumbled randomly to himself, trying to add in random, technological words that confused Macan ("Illogical terminology ...") but intrigued Venos ("I am SO glad you speak both languages ...").
After an intentional but unnecessary two extra minutes, Alex finally decided he couldn't wait any longer, and simply said "White Dragon Scale" to Venos.
"Now isn't THAT easier to say?" Venos sneered at Macan.
"Inconceivable aptitude." Macan simply said. Alex laughed.
"So, all we have to do is find a white dragon. The brethren of my masters. My "former" ones, anyways." Venos said.
Alex's laugh was cut short. The only remaining white dragon he knew of ... Gia ...
"Gia's fighting with the humans in the war!" Alex said with sudden surprise, "If he is killed-"
"Then so is our Lord." Venos said, an equally shocked expression on her face.
"Increasing bodily function capability." Macan replied, "Time limit critical. Recommend augmentation of momentum during traversal."
"Agreed, we must hurry." Alex said directly to Venos.
She wasted no time. Her orb was quickly pressed against the door and Alex, without hesitation, jumped in. Fortunately for him, she didn't pull it away at the last second. But he didn't doubt she would've wanted to if the situation wasn't as dire ...
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