Round robin. WAR OF LORE!

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** December 10th, 2010, 9:09 pm

Momsrascal was completely and utterly confused. She had so many questions to ask and knew Tenshi would never be able to answer them. "Did he die? No! That can't be true!" She thought. She tried to deny any possibility that the deity she chose to follow was gone. "Tenshi, I saw your sword of Saradomin shatter. Do you think that means that Saradomin is dead?" She asked. She didn't think she'd get an answer, but mere speculation was better than nothing. She was a bit angry at the possibility that Saradomin was dead because she would naturally blame it on Zamorak and his followers.

"My swords didn't shatter. Do you think this Lior aligned them with himself?" she asked. It felt strange drawing her power from an other god, but she supposed it would have to do. She was unsure if she could trust this Lior at the moment but felt she had no choice.

Adbot · **Posted:** December 10th, 2010, 9:09 pm

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** December 23rd, 2010, 8:29 pm

"I...don't know." Tenshi said, looking at his sword from Lior, "He didn't say he had changed the alignment of my weapon. He just said that he was supporting me now and gave me this weapon."

Conter came up to the counsel and said, "Excuse me, Generals, we have 4,000 men ready to march when you're ready."

"I say we stop swatting the hands and start stabbing the head." Karmadin said as he sheathed his blade.

"What are you suggesting?" Jason asked.

"We should strike the Dark Fortress, Lawrence's HeadQuarters."

"And leave the rest of Kandarin open to assault by the forces still in Rellekka?" Momsrascal asked.

"No, of course not. When we were attacked in Rellekka we fought off a large portion of Lawrence's army. The only reason we retreated is because he had more troops already coming. That meant that he must have nearly emptied his fortress and the caves below it. It seems like there was 20 thousand odd on the battlefield of Rellekka. When we scouted the Dark Fortress and it's cave we came up with estimates only slightly lower than that. If he has no other reserves than his forces are nearly spent - much sooner than he anticipated."

"But what of the Vyrevolves?" Michael asked.

"Good question..." Jason pondered.

"I think that if he had more than the thousand or so he sent here then he would've sent them as well. Why risk potential victory with potential loss when you could just send all to guarantee victory? If he had enough vyrevolves he would've sent them and we wouldn't be here now." Karmadin explained.

"He makes a good point," Skyrate said, so far had he had been silently listening while cleaning his katanna, though it didn't look like the sword needed it, "Lawrence's army seems larger than it is. A strike against his base now while keeping his army penned up in Rellekka could crush him."

Jason thought about the proposed plan and then turned to Conter and said, "Half the men will march under you towards Seer's village to cut-off any retreat or advance by Lawrence into southern Kandarin. The rest, along with Celestina's company and the rest of the Generals, will go with me to the Dark Fortress. We will set out together tomorrow morning and part at Catherby."

Alex 43 · **Posted:** December 23rd, 2010, 11:27 pm

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SOMEWHERE SOUTHEAST OF THE ICE PLATEAU
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"Where's Cobalt?"

"Dunno. ah ain't his keeper. He does whats he wants, ya know. What'm ah supposed ta do with him? 'e can't be controlled!"

"OK, OK! Geez, I wasn't asking for your disembodied wing. I was just asking if you knew where he was."

"Well, ya'd think ah'd give un' about 'im?"

"You keep tabs on me all the time. I don't ever recall telling you I never had parental troubles and somehow … SOMEHOW, you were all over me about it."

"T'was a prank, dear. A GUESS. Ah was just coincidentally accurate."

"Yeah. You'd think I'd believe that after the time you stole my-"

"GAH! WILL YA BOTH SHADDAP!"

They both flinched. Despite being smaller than the both of them, they still feared their secondary "chaperon". The small, Ochre-colored Ormra was already flaming, literally, and that was usually the cue for the two bickering Ormra to shut their mouths for at least an hour. It wasn't the fact that he was faster than the two, nor had a bigger flame, nor had much more practice at the telekotyc art. It was the fact that he held a grudge so hard, that he could sacrifice his own personal health to within an inch of his life just to make sure his "target" wouldn't get an ounce of sleep for a desired amount of time.

And then he would behead it and remove all its limbs. One at a time.

"You two are the most annoying, wasteful beings I have ever known." Ochre hissed at them, wrapping his wings around their necks and yanking them down to eye level, "How in our Lord's name did you get stuck here with me?"

Amber spoke, making Lime cringe.

"Ay hey! Leggo the skin, dearie! Ah spent three years givin' it the natural tone, and ah dun let NO-ONE mess it awp!"

Lime had to force himself to contain his laughter. She just willingly gave away one of her weaknesses to him. That was a big mistake. As he had expected of the slightly more violent, insane Ormra, it slowly released him, to which he took as a cue to give them some distance.

Amber, still in its grip, was pulled down even farther. The vibrant flames engulfing his entire body focused onto her, bouncing off her skin and starting to wrap around her.

"Do you … understand … the situation we're in?" he asked.

"Course ah do, ya mahjarrat's boy." Amber said, "Freskanae was destroyed cuz our Lord got offed bah the king, an' now your mad that ya can't adjust to a new climate. Am ah right?"

She wasn't. Ochre pulled Amber's face so close that at the angle Lime was standing, it almost looked like he was trying to chew her face off as he talked.

"Our Lord … is DEAD!"

"Yeah, a long time ago. Ah got over it. Thank yer bloody cap e' went so far te' save it. Not ma first choice, ye ask me."

"He died … FOR NOTHING!"

"Dahling, ferget about 'im. He died ta satisfy the king, hon! Yer a subject t'da king, ya gotta get executed when the king wants ya executed. It's how it goes."

Amber squinted all three of her eyes.

"Ya just cahnt accept it, cahn ya?" she sneered, "Ya loved 'im. Ya were 'is number two. 'Is wannabe prince!"

Lime finally couldn't sit back and enjoy it anymore. If they were to make a positive enough impression on the natives of this planet to prevent them from getting attacked right off the bat, they were going to have to avoid making demonstrations.

"Hey, now! That's enough, you two!" he said, squeezing both his long, skinny, bone-like arms between the two and prying apart.

"Do it." Amber taunted, bobbing her head, "Ah dare ya."

"Amber! Shut it!" Lime hissed, trying to pry Ochre's claws off her neck.

"Ah, dun worry." Amber hissed back, rolling her eyes, "He ain't got it in 'im. Wer an endangered race now, hon. He ain't gonna sacrifice da one remaining' female Ormra fer nothin'."

His grip involuntarily relaxed. A loud sound raced through his memory. A wave of flame, consuming miles and miles around him. A deafening bang, jarring his head and causing the world to blur. A cold, black silence for days, stretching out to nearly an eternity. The resolve to never tick Ochre off ever again for as long as he lived.

"He does. And he will." Lime warned, "I beg you. Back off."

A blunt pain struck his chest. Ochre's wing struck him with enough force to push him back.

"Get some distance." he growled.

"Aw, he's jus' plain'." she assured him.

Lime released his grip and backed off. He silently prayed to his Lord that she would take it back. Right now.

But she didn't. She let off one more smirk, and he finally snapped.

It happened.

Lime saw her eyes open wide before she was fully engulfed.

With a loud roar, Ochre's body burst into a blinding white light. He leapt to the ground and dug his claws into the soil as far as he could. Blasted dirt, it was so soft compared to home! A wave of intense heat erupted from the two Ormra and melted the very ground he was clutching. He closed his eyes and shoved the ends of his wings into his ears just in time to hear a loud, partially muffled POW!

At least he wasn't knocked out this time. The ringing in his ears only lasted a minute

To his surprise, Amber was still standing. Her skin was charred black and her wings were altogether missing.

"If you've ever respected our Lord, you will NEVER downsize him like this again." Ochre growled. He slammed Amber into the ground and stormed off.

Lime approached Amber. She was only able to open her middle eye, but she was still smiling.

"See?" she asked, putting every bit of effort into unsuccessfully pretending she wasn't hurt, "He didn't do it."

Lime, however, was hysterical, "You're not- look what you did! You just made Ochre torch 2 square miles of forest on this foreign planet! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

Amber merely glanced at the smouldering remains of the nearby landscape. As far as the eye could see, everything was black and burnt, with the odd lingering flame here and there. What used to be a soft, fertile patch of ground they were standing on was reduced to a solid, black, charcoal crater, which slightly crumbled under their thick, weighed-down clawed feet.

"So?" she asked, "Place was kinda burnt anyway. Ya ask me, it's an improvement."

"Every creature on this LANDMASS would've heard that! How the hey are we gonna get accepted into the society now? With our Lord's blessing gone, we've only got a sliver of our power left! A SLIVER! And there's only 4 of us left! They're gonna desecrate us!"

"Hon, ya worry too much."

"THEY ARE GONNA DESTROY US!" he yelled, "Geez! Cobalt was right about you two. You guys have no sense of urgency!"

Somehow, Amber found the strength to rise on her skinny legs without using her two pointed tails to prop herself upwards.

"Hon, ah fergive ye for yelling' at me an' hurting' mah ears, an' ah also fergive Ochre fer roasting' me an' makin' me hav'ta glow mah skin back. But if ya ever compare me to the lahkes of that delusional, mumbling' WRECK again, ah swear, in ahr dead Lord's name, ah will end ya right here an' now."

Lime backed off. She was just blasted by Ochre's Area-Eraser, and she was still threatening him against a bit of verbal abuse. He newly resolved that he wasn't getting on her bad side any more than he would get on Ochre's.

"Apawlagy accepted." she said, turning and walking off. Out of her back, a new set of wings morphed and stretched out of the stumps her old ones used to occupy. A simple exterior burst of flame, and the char was blown into a black cloud of ash, revealing her amber-colored hide once again.

Lime looked between the two and wondered where Cobalt wandered off to. The race of Ormra was nearly extinct now. The fantastic, graceful, flame-wielding zealots of their Lord's will and pride, were all but wiped out on due to a simple assumption. Not only that, but the planet they resided on had reverted to dust and ash, completely uninhabitable even for them. They were castaways, onto a planet of his Lord's good friend, where the only related habitant creatures were a handful of mahjarrat caught in a civil war. So like them to avert their beliefs so casually and instantly, he doubted any of them could even recall their old Lord's name.

"Hey, Lime!" Ochre shouted, "Quit standing around and go find some sort of intelligent life out here. I'm starving!"

They were done for, and it was only a matter of time before they too would join the rest. So why, out of the only four survivors, was he the only one worried about their future? Of their Lord's finest creations?

Why was he the only one who cared?

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** December 29th, 2010, 3:24 pm

"Someone please remind me why we're still in Rellekka." Lawrence said after looking over maps and charts for an hour. Most of his commanders, even Darkrascal, had drifted off during the meeting because he had spent so much time looking at the papers.

"WAKE UP!" He shouted and slammed his fist down on the table. Instantly everyone was awake and alert(or so they acted).

"What? Have you come to a decision yet?" Darkrascal asked, most perturbed, though at what she wasn't quite sure; being allowed to fall asleep or being awoken so rudely by her partner.

"Why are we still in Rellekka? Their ships blockade the North and we lack a sufficient navy to break through them, BIG DEAL. We don't need the lunar magics, we already know them thanks to that stupid Fremmenik Chieftain Brundt who let one of our mages go to Lunar isle to repair relations between the two Fremmenik tribes. We should return to our base to take inventory of our remaining troops. Then..." He paused. Such a sudden outburst of...intelligence was very strange for Lawrence. The commanders thought they were now being led by an Einstein. Darkrascal wasn't sure what to think. Did the troops put something in his Bloody-Mary?

"WE STRIKE ENTRANNA! And then we go to Karamja. I hear there is a powerful demon there we could use, Nezikchened, he has defeated many people who thought they were Legends like these would-be heroes we're fighting. Using our tunnel from the Fortress to Entranna allows us to get through the Asgarnian kingdom, or rather the remnants of it," he said with a laugh and then continued, "without being noticed by the guards now posted in Lumbridge. From there we can easily and quickly dig a tunnel to Crandor. From Crandor we follow the caves to Karamja and 'erupt' from the volcano in force. No one would suspect it."

Only a few questions were asked, most of the commanders didn't want to question their leader's superior intellect. Soon Lawrence called Kate in.

"Hun, could you teleport us all to the Fortress?" Lawrence asked.

"Sure thing!" She replied.

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Somewhere in the Wilderness
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"Sazanna, the time is ripe. We must gather those who now remain loyal." A dark, foreboding voice said.

"Yes, my liege." The slender, cloaked, Sazanna replied and walked off.

Before long she returned and said, "The emissaries are ready."

"Send them out. You and I have a special errand to do before meeting with those loyal of Morytania." Dulcien replied.

"Yes, my liege." She replied and then walked off.

In a few minutes she returned and both of them were engulfed in a cold black light.

..

"Hey, waz dat?" A warrior at Clan Wars asked his mage friend.

"Loooks like a couple of noobcakes in black." his friend replied.

"Hey guys!" The warrior shouted to the rest of his clanmates, "Let's get a few kills before we fight The Sons of Zamorak."

"Yea!"
"Let's get 'em!"
"Charge!" Came the replies, about 50 of them.

The clan ran after the two cloaked figures and when they were within a hundred feet the leader shouted, "Hey you twos, stop. we wanna fight you."

"Go back home, boy." They heard seemingly from all around them, though they knew it must've been from one of the figures.

"Nah nah, it's time for you to die!" One of the mages said and then launched a fire surge toward the figures. The figure on the left swirled around and caught the spell with the wrist blade on its right hand. The power of the spell twirled around in a spherical shape above the weapon.

"Now, which one of you lost this?" The figure asked in a devilishly feminine voice.

The same mage prepared to cast another fire surge but didn't get to. As soon as he took out the runes and began casting, the figure swung its right arm towards the group as if releasing a frisbee. The Fire surge it had caught was released at many times the speed at which it had been caught. None of the clanmates saw the spell fly from the figure into their mage friend. All they saw was the figure swing its arm and then they heard a 'BOOM' as it hit their friend. Once the rest of clan realized what had happened they all started charging towards the two figures. The rest of the mages began casting spells at the figure. Every time a spell reached the figure it was deflected back into the charging clan; disarming, de-shielding, and even killing some of the warriors. Occasionally one of the mages would receive their spell back, knocking them backwards and setting them alight.

Three warriors reached the second figure who, up to this point, had continued walking. They all raised their weapons, a Dragon Two-handed, an Abyssal Whip, and Dragon claws, to strike but none of them hit. In an instant the figure swung around and whipped out his own blade and sliced all three across the chest. The first and second's armor was a Bandos and Vesta's chest piece, respectively. Both were shattered. The third wore a Dragon platebody and wasn't broken, however it had been bent into an acute V-shape to where the neckline reached the bottom of the plate. All three warriors were in too many pieces too count.

Three more ran up to him and he pierced the first one's Torag's body like cheese-cloth and swung his blade around, through the warrior's body, to block another attack. He then kicked that warrior who then suddenly accelerated backwards and slammed with immense force into a giant boulder. His runite platebody had severe cracks throughout it. The third swung a Zamorakian Godsword up high and brought it down towards the figure. The figure put his left hand up and grabbed the handle and used the force to swing it around and stab it into the warrior.

"That's for wielding a weapon of my enemy, fool."

Another warrior ran up wielding a Zamorakian spear and a Statius's body. The figure stabbed the warrior in the chest, grabbed the spear and wrenched it out of the warrior's hands and then pulled his sword out of the warrior and punched its dragon full helm, making the visor go through the center of the helmet almost touching the back. The figure then hurled the spear towards an archer in an Armadyl top. It pierced through the armor and pinned the body to a tree.

The other figure had killed nearly 10 warriors by deflecting the mage's spells. It had also killed the mages by now. Two archers shot at the figure who twirled around and caught both broad-tipped bolts and then threw them back at the archers, piercing their coifs through the forehead.

The other figure continued to annihilate warriors as they charged him. Four warriors charged simultaneously, three of which were sliced in two as the figure's blade slid through their Dharok's, Guthan's, and Vesta's armor, only being blocked by the fourth's Dragon Square shield. The figure grabbed the shield and wrenched it from the warrior's arm, breaking the arm and nearly tearing it off in the process. He flung it towards a group of charging warriors and beheaded two of them. He then grabbed the warrior's Dragon chainbody and lifted him up by it. The warrior momentarily looked straight into the figures eyes. He felt a cold, deathly chill shoot through him as the dark red eyes narrowed. He then faded from life after instantly feeling a sharp pain in his chest as the figure stabbed his now open lower abdomen.

The battle lasted not more than a minute and soon the only things remaining alive on the field were the two figures.

The slender cloaked figure looked at the broken armor and said, "Why do they trust in such things?"

"Foolish mortals." The blade-wielding figure said and crushed the remainder of an inverted Vesta's helmet in his hand.

The two continued on their journey, towards the Dark Fortress.

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** December 29th, 2010, 5:47 pm

Momsrascal and many others were eager to get to the dark fortress to avenge their fallen god. Without witnesses or confirmation otherwise, they all naturally blamed it on Zamorak.

Dark Fortress

Darkrascal, Lawrence, Kate, and the other commanders were teleported to the fortress. They began to inventory their troops, hoping to plan on conquering the rest of gielinore. The rest of the shadows were there, but Lawrence couldn't send them off to war just yet. He'd stick to his black knights and demons until they were trained well enough to fight better.

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** January 10th, 2011, 8:22 pm

The duo approached the Dark Fortress. The gatekeepers shook in their armor as an aura more evil than that of their master engulfed them. They felt as if the vary embodiment of their god had come before them. Trembling, they asked, "Wh-who dares c-come before th-the g-gates of Lord Lawrence?"

"Your master's friend and ally." Said a voice which seemed to emanate from around them.

Trying to steel their hearts, they said firmly, "None pass the gates of Lord Lawrence without invitation. Tell us your name and we'll see if you really are a friend of our Lord."

"Let us pass!" At this the gatekeepers cowered back. They felt the sound resonating through their bodies. One of them tried to straighten up but then fell backwards. Whether dead or unconscious the other gatekeeper did not know, but at the failing of his companion he, too, fell and left the gate unguarded.

The duo walked up to the gates and they opened of their own accord.

The knights in the courtyard stopped what they were doing. Some felt as if they had been physically frozen, others just felt such a strong dread come upon that their minds numbed and they went almost into a coma-like stupor. One Black Knight, perhaps a captain, straightened himself up when the two cloaked figures approached him.

"May I help you...two?" He asked with a slight tremble in his voice, from what exactly he did not know.

"We wish to speak with Lawrence. We are friends who come far from the North and East." Sazanna, the slender cloaked figure said in a mischievously feminine voice.

"Yes, madam, I shall get him immediately." The knight said with a salute and ran off to find Lawrence.

When he found him he said, "Lord Lawrence, two dark figures from the East have come, they're waiting in the courtyard. They say they are friends of yours."

"It's about time Draken showed up!" Lawrence said and slammed his fist down on the table of maps and then walked to the courtyard with Darkrascal, Kate, and the knight following. As he approached the courtyard even he, Lord Lawrence, felt some uneasiness arise in his heart. When he laid eyes upon his two guests he knew immediately that neither were Lord Draken of Morytania.

"Are you emissaries of Lord Draken of Morytania?" Lawrence asked.

"No." The taller, darker seeming figure said. This time the voice came directly from him.

"Then who are you?" Lawrence asked, his hand moving slowly to his sword.

"Dulcien, Lord of the North. I have come with a proposition for you." The figure's voice did not seem threatening, though Lawrence noticed that whenever it spoke the equipment in the courtyard vibrated. He also looked around and noticed most of his nights were completely still, as if....stone.

"What is this 'proposition'?" Lawrence asked, his curiosity getting the better of him despite his surroundings. Darkrascal shifted from one foot to the other uneasily. She eyed the two figures from head to toe, examining them. Something inside her told her to be ready to fight.

"I offer you a position as a General in my army. You will be one of 10 Generals in my Elite army. You will be responsible for 25,000 soldiers in my army. You will help lead my army to total world domination."

Lawrence thought about this for awhile and Darkrascal whispered something in his ear.

"You would leave this fortress forever and go down in history as one of the most powerful warriors of Zaros ever."

Darkrascal's eyes widened, "Zaros!? You think I will betray my lord!? Get out before I slice you into thin cuts of meat and feed you to my dog!" She screamed and pulled out her Dragon Two-handed sword.

The figures seemed unmoved by her words and the tall one said, "Are your feelings the same as the young girl's, Lawrence?"

Lawrence looked to her and then back to Dulcien. "Yes. I will not betray my creator. Winning this war is not worth it if I can not do it in Zamorak's name." He answered.

"I would suggest reconsidering. Quickly." Sazanna said.

"He said no, so drop dead, lady!" Darkrascal growled.

Lawrence remained calm. "My mind is made. You are the ones who should reconsider." He said.

Neither made any notion that they had been threatened. Sazanna gave a devilishly light laugh, "I am not the one who will be dropping dead." As she finished speaking 'dead' all the crates and barrels in the courtyard exploded and a small wind emanated from the tall figure, shooting dust into the air. Lawrence and Darkrascal felt a darkness fill the courtyard. A darkness even darker than them.

"Dulcien does not take no for an answer. And he does not take prisoners. Change your answer now or forever rest." Sazanna stated and whipped out a wrist blade.

Darkrascal charged at Sazanna. "Only one's resting forever is you! I warned you!" She shouted. Lawrence had not expected her to suddenly lose her temper. He was unable to stop her from charging.

Sazanna side-stepped the swing and used her wrist blade to guide Darkrascal's sword into the ground while deflecting it. Then she kicked Darkrascal in the chest, making her real back, pulling her sword out of the ground in the process. She hit a black knight who had remained still during the conversation and upon the knock he fell limp to the floor. The rest of the black knights in the room all seemed to explode, or rather implode at once. The armors pulled into themselves until each knight was a crumpled up piece of metal.

Darkrascal charged again. She swung down and narrowly missed Sazanna. A momentary glance between the two told Darkrascal that Sazanna was merely being amused by the fight. Sazanna deflected the attack into a wall and the blade went almost all the way through.She then threw a hand-chop down on Darkrascal's wrists and kicked her in the chest and then spun around and kicked her jaw, twirled in the air and did a double-kick to her chest which knocked her back into the corner.

At this Kate cast a fire surge at Sazanna. She ducked and the spell slammed against the wall which still had Darkrascal's weapon stuck in it. Kate fired again and Sazanna deflected the spell into another wall. Kate fired more and Sazanna kept deflecting them. Kate fired one more time and instead of deflecting it Sazanna caught it with her wrist blade. Kate had a wide-eyed expression of amazement and after a moment of shock was hurled against the wall as her spell came back at her, narrowly being blocked by her staff which was now smoking.

Lawrence drew his blade and rushed at Dulcien. He swung at his chest but the swing was blocked and cast downward by Dulcien's own blade. Dulcien grabbed Lawrence by the neck and lifted him off the ground. Dulcien's height combined with his arm brought Lawrence a good three feet off the ground.

"One. Last. Time. Join me. Or die." A deep, dark, terror-filled voice seemed to bellow forth from the dark surroundings of the courtyard. Lawrence felt the voice speak inside him as if something had his very heart, soul, and mind at knife point.

Lawrence laughed, "No one has yet killed me, you think you can?". At this Dulcien's eyes narrowed and with one quick motion he threw Lawrence into the wall above where Darkrascal was laying. Lawrence fell to the ground after momentarily staying in the large indention in the wall.

Ace and Fletcher, two of Lawrence's top men rushed into the courtyard after Lawrence fell to the ground. They looked around and saw Lawrence and Darkrascal on the ground in a corner. Then they looked up and a dread came over them when they saw the cloaked figures. They didn't know who they were for they had been in the armoury all this time, but they knew that they were enemies, and that was enough. Fletcher pulled out his bow and quickly shot a volley of arrows at Dulcien in rapid succession. When they reach Dulcien's cloak they seemed to just disappear, as if being instantly disintegrated. Dulcien didn't seem to notice them because he started walking towards Lawrence as if Fletcher wasn't even firing at him.

Fletcher enchanted an arrow and fired. This time it noticeably pierced Dulcien's cloak and a hideous, deafening, scream seemed to come forth from the very air around them. The arrow turned into ash as Dulcien's gaze came to rest on Fletcher and Ace. Ace immediately jumped towards Dulcien, either not being affected by the same fear that the others were or trying to act before he was overcome by it. Dulcien blocked the attack and punched Ace's arm. Somehow Ace managed to deflect the main force of the attack. He swung at Dulcien's chest and got a direct hit but his weapon seemed to bounce right off. He foolishly gave himself to one moment of astonishment and soon found himself in a pile with Fletcher against a wall due to a punch from Dulcien.

Kate had gotten up and charged up one huge Fire surge which she sent hurling towards Sazanna. Almost (it seems) taken off guard, Sazanna barely caught the spell by quickly equipping her second wrist blade. She held her weapons in a V-shape with the two tips of the weapons nearly touching at the end of the V. The spell whizzed around in a spherical shape. Every millisecond it spun faster, and faster, and faster.

"I have wasted enough time with you fools. You desire death, and I shall give it to you." Dulcien said, this time the voice came directly from him.

Sazanna released the spell at Kate who still stood in the doorway Lawrence and Darkrascal had come through only minutes ago. When the smoke cleared there was nothing in the hallway except burning bricks behind where Kate once stood.

The ground began to shake and one of the towers of the fortress came crashing through the roof of the Great Hall.

"I won't let you destroy us so easily!" Darkrascal said and got up and charged Dulcien. Dulcien caught her swing and looked her straight in the face and said, "You have no power to stop me." Dulcien's eyes narrowed and Darkrascal then flew backwards into the wall just like Lawrence had. Her weapon, however, remained in Dulcien's possession. He sheathed his own sword and then tossed her Dragon Two-hander around like it was a dagger, then he threw it at the wall above her and it stuck fast.

"Come, we go to Draken, our loyal General." Dulcien said to Sazanna and turned to go.

As the two began walking out the walls of the fortress began falling down. When they exited the gatehouse it crashed down. Everyone for miles around felt the earth shake. After walking away about a mile they turned around. Sazanna stepped away from Dulcien and a dark red sphere began to swirl around him. He raised his sword and a red swirling beam of power shot down from the center of the sphere and began twirling down his arm towards the point of his sword. When it reached the point it grew into a small ball and the sphere around him began to disappear. When the entire sphere was gone the ball at the end of his sword was so bright that mortal eyes would've been blinded. Dulcien thrust his sword toward the fortress and the ball of power shot forward towards it.

The fortress exploded, sending pieces of stone, brick, and rock in every direction. A nova of force emanated forth from the collapsing fortress.

Adbot · **Posted:** January 10th, 2011, 8:22 pm

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** January 10th, 2011, 10:41 pm

The heroes felt the earth shake beneath them. "Again!?" Momsrascal thought until she realised the shaking wasn't that strong. They wondered what happened.

"It came from where we're going." Elise observed. They continued to the dark fortress until the smoking bricks and debris of the fortress came into view. The moat was even murkier with debris

"Oh now what happened here?" Tenshi asked, looking at the rubble.

"Lawrence must have had other enemies... There's no way they're still alive after that..." Momsrascal speculated.

"Just in case, we should investigate" Jason suggested.They checked around the perimeter of the wrecked fortress to inspect everything.

"We should be going." Tenshi said, once they were satisfied with inspecting the damage. The left the burning piles of rubble to head to Rellekka to recapture it. Lawrence's remaining forces would be easy to break apart without Lawrence leading them.

Lawrence and Darkrascal were saved by Darkrascal's dragon two hander in the wall above them. This in turn, caused the wall to become a sheild for them. They and Kate got out of the rubble and rescued their fellow shadows. The remaining forces in the fortress were not so lucky, and were all dead. The first thing they did was retreat deep into the wilderness. Lawrence didn't want to be anywhere near his crushed dreams and goals. "Lawrence...? You haven't said anything since we left..." Darkrascal said.

"Of course I'm not going to say anything! What is there to say!? That the entire army crumbled before us in a matter of seconds as-" Lawrence started to snap before Darkrascal interrupted him.

"Shush! Look!"Darkrascal said as she pointed to the pirate's hideout. The pirates looked ready to shove off. "They finally repaired it... Let's take it for ourselves!" She suggested.

"Why?" Lawrence asked.

"I dunno. We could take it somewhere other than here, or you know, take their supplies." She said. Before Lawrence could think about it, she charged at them, killing the weak Pirates easily. The other shadows followed suit. "Cmon, load up these supplies and let's go." Darkrascal said. Lawrence didn't even argue. He didn't know where they were going or why, nor did he really care anymore. He simply helped carry a few crates on board and they quickly got on board and set sail.

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** January 23rd, 2011, 8:08 pm

The army marched back towards Seers' Village and then turned North to take out Lawrence's remaining forces. With no Leader the forces would likely scatter when attacked from the south, even though they still outnumbered the force the heroes were bringing, which totaled a little over 4,000 in all.

Jason noticed something troubling Karmadin as they walked and asked, "What's wrong?"

Karmadin replied and said, "That fortress...there's no way it just collapsed. I'd been around it a hundred times on scout missions and thoroughly inspected its foundation and outer walls. I even took one of the brick for sampling at The Tower. It may've looked old and weak but that fortress was stronger than some of our outer walls. Something had to have destroyed it...something very strong."

Skyrate spoke, his voice seemed to appear as they were sure he hadn't been walking next to them a moment before, "You are correct. It was no mistake nor 'accident'."

Almost in unison the two elves asked, "Then what was it?"

Skyrate looked at them with a look that said, "You know."

"But, how? How is he that strong? That...powerful? It looked like the fortress had exploded and imploded - at the same time!" Jason asked in bewilderment.

"His power is above mortal measure. He knows arts which can bend the very realities you live by. This destruction was just a small show of force. It was a warning to his would-be allies of what happens when you fail him. It was also a guarantee..." Skyrate replied. Karmadin and Jason were looking at him waiting. Timrak had come up beside Skyrate and was listening. It seemed, though, that he was not surprised by what Skyrate was saying. As if he already knew it...

"...a guarantee to Zamorak that he's not dead. And on the contrary that he's quite powerful; ready, willing, and able to contend with Zamorak for the last time...and destroy him." When Skyrate had finished speaking, the same question shot through the minds of both the warriors, "DESTROY ZAMORAK?!" they almost shouted, but an almost instant motion from Skyrate sealed their lips and Jason asked more calmly and quietly, "He wants to destroy Zamorak?"

"As I told you before, he has a very old score to settle with him. Both for his lord's sake and his own." He replied. They could tell he was done talking for now so they left him be and discussed the upcoming battle as they walked with the other Generals.

"You didn't tell them." Timrak said as he and Skyrate walked.

"They do not need to know that they are still alive. Not yet. They will reveal themselves when they're ready."

The army reached the southern border of Rellekka the night of the next day. They would send three detachments of scouts during the night led by Skyrate, Timrak, and Karmadin to the Right(East), Left(West), and Front(South) parts of the Fremennik lands. At dawn they would prepare their plans and attack at sunrise.

It was a difficult battle for the first hour but after that the army realized it had no leader and it scattered. Some ran towards the ocean and were killed by the navy as it landed(due to seeing the army being attacked from the south), others tried to break through the lines of the southern army and failed, while others ran to the undefended mountains of Trollweiss and were never seen again.

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Thus ended the campaign of Lord Lawrence and Darkascal and their army. Though it claimed a large portion of Gielinor, their armies couldn't overcome the defence of the Heroes at Lumbridge or Ardougne. The final remaining forces of Lawrence and Darkrascal were destroyed in the forests of Rellekka because their leaders, Lawrence and Darkrascal, had been killed when their age-long fortress in the wilderness mysteriously collapsed.

Here ends the War of Lore.