Deserters
The world of runescape is filled with people today, all of which have some business, job, or assignment to be doing. Two of which stand out by fame amongst the crowd.
Xeires is the leader of the two, he is given orders by Zamorak himself. Xeirax is his follower and Zamorak's Fist. They are feared as well as looked up to in the crowd that fills Runescape.
Abandoned Chaos temple southern varrock, 3hours from sunset
"Xeires, why!? Why did you betray us!?..."
"Fool!! You know I would never leave Zamorak and join you!" Xeires removes his sword from the lifeless renegade leader….
"You know that you could sharpen that sword every now and then."
"Well he can always get another and use that from the weapon rack and just because you've been promoted doesn't mean you can't make fowl remarks to Xeires!!!"
"Y-yes s-sir!" The Zamorakian lieutenant takes a dragon dagger and slowly cuts an X on his forearm among several other X shaped scars.
"Let that be a lesson you idiot!!"
"Enough bickering Xeirax! We still have work to do. Lieutenant! Take your men and move south and search around the champion's guild. But stay hidden! We don't need any wannabe heroes to take care of as well as the deserters. Xeirax! You make sure these bodies are hung from trees bearing Zamorakian armor so nobody else will try and double cross Zamorak!!!"
Castle Varrock, several hours after sunset
"Captain Debonair!!!"
Debonair hangs up his training sword next to the rack and examines the practice dummy "Yes private Gorn?"
"We found 9 bodies hung from trees all wearing Zamorak armor." He takes out a skull with a dragon dagger through it. "W-we found t-this next to the only one not carrying a dragon sword"
Captain Debonair takes the skull and starts shivering with fear. "……..X-xei…i..res…" Debonair fall to the floor, unconscious.
"X-xeires? by god!" Private Gorn drops his weapon and shield and runs as if a greater demon was on his heels off torwards the throne room.