This story is based in the land of Runescape, a free online MMORPG. If you
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I thought I had best put some Copyright information. I obviously don't own
Runescape, but do own Katana Blade, Harkin Blade and other occupants of
this Story. People in my story are played by:
Katana & Harkin: Me, I guess
Nakal: Bigaboys (I know you didn't say anything but…heh)
Iceblood: Iceboy77
The Blue Demon: Sam J. Jimmy
Sir Saiya: Saiyaman420
Jason the Strider: Strider3282
~More coming soon~
Prologue Sardomin stood tall, facing his brother, Zamorak, in their Eternal Prison. They both knew reckoning was at hand; soon they would have enough power to break free and return to the normal world as God-Like entities.
Sardomin frowned for he knew the land of men would once again be ravaged by his evil brother. He would die a thousand times over, rather than bring misery to the land of men. He picked up his hammer and swung it at Zamorak.
* * *
Seventeen years ago a man walked into Lumbridge. He wore a black cloak- what was underneath no one knew. He brandished a sword shining a flaring red. But know one knew his name. He was a wanderer- an outcast to civilization. At that time the battle for Varrock had not occurred and the king was not corrupt. The strange man came into town and he said "Flee before the coming of the Black Knights!"
People just shook their heads and went along with their business. Who was this man? One man walked up to this strange man and asked "Who are you?" The man replied "I am Nakal, Sword master, Darkness slayer. I have come to you from Harkin Blade! He sends me to you because they are coming… The Black Knights are advancing one more!"
"Sure they are you lunatic!" shouted one of the villagers.
Nakal frowned knowing that these people were destined to die by these words and returned to Harkin, leader of the Faladorian White Knights who was waiting in Draynor. "They are doomed." Was all Nakal would say and Harkin stood up. Harkin was not so tall, only about 5'6" and did not wear Steel Plate mail like all of his fellow knights. He wore two plates of leg armour made out of Runite and wore a singlet top that was weaved with magical energies allowing this undergarment to become stronger then the strongest metal and lighter then the lightest feather. Over that he wore a cloak of Black and he had his blade, Ragnarok, strapped to his leg. Sometimes Nakal just felt like punching Harkin but he knew with Harkins uncanny agility and smarts it would not do him well.
"Then we must go," Harkin said firmly. "We must go and build up our Defences in Falador."
And so they did. Peasantry in Falador took up arms and sparred with each other, hoping to improve their combat skills for the upcoming battle. Guards formed teams of Recon and Special Forces, while the White Knights planned out the defence and counter-attacks.
* * *
The attack came five weeks after they had started training and the Black Knights brought Goblin allies to help conquer Falador. Faladorians screamed out war cries and chants, while goblins came in brandishing cruel weapons, forged by the Black Knights. A line of Freelancers stood atop the walls and many Citizens did so too.
"Make ready!" screamed out a Freelancer, "Aim!" He paused for a second then screamed "FIRE!" A volley of bolts and arrows came upon the first wave of goblins taking out the whole first line. Several mages floated into the air and then fired magic missiles hat blasted away many goblins at a time. But still the Goblins came on, there numbers stretching beyond the cliff whereupon the Black Knights Citadel stood.
The Recon Teams that were posted in and around the caves in the cliffs and vantage points took aim with their Repeater Crossbows and fired. That missile fire had hit many of the Goblins in the flanks, causing the stupid Goblins to fight amongst themselves while being shredded to pieces by the missile fire. The Recon teams stopped when they had no ammo and ran stealthily back to the safety of the Walls. When the Goblins were close, they rushed the walls with siege ladders and they broke down the gate due to siege fire from the Black Knights High Mage. White Knights charged the goblins in the walls, killing the Goblins with ease. The people on the wall were doing alright seeing as that was where the bulk of the attack was aimed at.
Harkin only had ten White Knights in his control, yet they were the most learned fighters in the whole land. Harkin ducked, swerved, parried, stepped and spinned his way out of all the attacks made at him. A Hobgoblin came in from the side. Harkin jumped up kicked out with his foot and propelled it back several feet, making it crash down hard on what used to be a fountain.
A smaller Goblin came in from the side, a trail of Goblins with pikes falling in behind him. Harkin came in and gave the Goblin an uppercut swing, causing him to go flying into the wall of pikes. The Goblins armed with the pikes became disorientated and Nakal came in killing each and every Goblin standing in his way. He killed more Goblins that day then an advanced warrior would do in his life. Harkin smiled. This was a challenge.
Harkin ran at the closest Goblin swiping at the Goblin killing him in an instant. A line of Goblin archers was picking off the Freelancers and peasantry on the walls and so Harkin jumped up onto a Goblin and used its' body like a springboard to launch himself high up onto the walls. As the next volley of arrows from the Goblins came he signalled to the mage to cast a fire wall to block the arrows. When the spell was completed, a wall of Fire licked up, incinerating all of the arrows.
Harkin jumped up through the fire and used the power of his blade, Ragnarok. Energy twisted up the Blade and its wielder as the Blade became a beacon for the power of the ancients. Harkin lifted his blade to the sky letting the power flow out and all those looking at the stars that night would have seen a pinnacle of light, flowing out to the stars. Harkin brought his blade in swerving it to the right then bringing it across to the left. The Goblins that were covered in the energy could not withstand the righteous fury they were faced with and were blown into Oblivion.
* * *
There was no sleep for any of the defenders that night and when the Goblin menace had been dealt with, only four out of every ten men had survived. The White Knights numbers had been reduced by two, as they had both given their lives defending the armoury. They knew they could not withstand another attack like that but they all knew that when the Black Knights came with their Dark Warriors, they would have to be brave.
At about noon time, a good thing happened. Barbarian and Dwarf allies came to help out and the fortresses numbers were bolstered two fold. The dwarves would fight in the mines as they knew an attack would be coming from there. The Barbarians would hold of the breach in the wall and the gate, while the Faladorians and Freelancers would hold the walls.
That night the second attack came. A strong line of Goblins came down first, but the archers and mages reduced it too a handful, so the Goblins turned tail and fled. Then came dark warriors armed with long pikes and they were followed by more dark warriors wielding long bows. The archers and mages tried to counter their counter parts but could only succeed in keeping them busy.
As the Dark Pikemen came forward, freelancers with magic abilities unleashed all their power at them. The Pikemen fell to the floor, some gasping for breath as their lungs were filling with magical water, others trying desperately to free themselves from clinging vines but most of them were withering on the ground, fire burning through them.
Harkin jumped of the wall to the gateway where most of the enemies were coming in. He narrowly evaded becoming a shish kebab by grabbing the pike, sliding down and swinging Ragnarok downwards, impaling the helpless dark warrior. He was the only one there, at the centre of the gate, the barbarians, or more like what was left of them, were withdrawing to the castle, just like many of the Freelancers and Faladorians. He was fighting like a god. With every stroke he killed, parried or wounded an enemy. A Black Knight who looked like he was leading this part of the invasion stormed in, screaming "This one is mine!"
Harkin recognized that voice. "Kelrod?" Kelrod used to be a primary leader in white knights but one day he had mysteriously disappeared.
Kelrod came in with what seemed a severely warped Faladorian Knights Sword and swung a fierce, fast and clumsy attack. Harkin jumped up and over the attack and kicked out with all his might at Kelrod. Kelrod was forced back a few steps and Harkin was spinning, slashing out with Ragnarok and another blade he had found on the ground. He touched down on the ground and so did several heads, limbs and various other body parts. He leapt up as soon as he had touched the ground again, spinning upwards and throwing a small pot of a substance called 'gunpowder.' He was told by Iceblood, High mage of Falador to shoot a ball of fire at the pot and he did. Harkin had some magic experience and so called upon the great fires of earth and a ball of flame went down and hit the little pot.
Harkin put his fireproof cloak over his body as he was told by Iceblood to do and a great explosion emerged from the pot, destroying half of the road and all the people except Harkin in the blast radius. Disorientated and confused, Dark warriors looked around where comrades once stood but now didn't. Harkin ran through his blinded enemies, cutting down several people on his way to the castle.
* * *
The Dwarves in the mine were doing quite well in the beginning. A few sturdy dwarves ran through the enemies legs and then whacked upwards, causing men to buckle over in pain, clutching their groin and screaming. Then a team of scorpion trainers would come in and the dark warriors were crushed beneath razor sharp talons. The Dark Warriors threat was nearly over when Chaos Dwarves stormed in looking for their ancient enemies.
"Heathen!" became a common cry from the Dwarves. The Chaos Dwarves advanced relentlessly, killing the Dwarves that were wounded in the battle with the Dark Warriors. The Dwarves were expecting to die there and then, for while they had been mining to set up the new mines, the Chaos Dwarves had been preparing for war. "Comjugore!" screamed out one very brave or very dumb Dwarf. He jumped out brandishing a heavy hammer and was stopped almost as soon as he had started. A Chaos Dwarf had stepped out and using his opponents' momentum to his advantage, struck out with his own hammer before the other could even move a muscle. The dwarves then retreated to the entrance to the mines and then fought their way to White nights Castle.
* * *
The Castle Gates held for about four hours, the men and Dwarves behind it praying to Sardomin and preparing their weapons and armour. The three remaining White Knights stood in silence watching all they had ever worked hard to defend be destroyed. Men wept. Harkin and Nakal were going to make the Dark Warriors pay dearly before they would die.
Death was in the air.
* * *
Young High Mage Iceblood floated facing the sea of black. He was constantly casting spells, killing many by the minute. He cast Firewave, ten men fell screaming to the ground. He spun in the air and then cast teleport to the other side of the castle, narrowly avoiding a few arrows and bolts. This show of magic lasted nearly a whole hour before Iceblood grew tired and had to rest. He had troubled dreams, seeing what could be Falador history and what Faladors past is. He awoke an hour later, screaming.
"Harkin!" Iceblood cried as he floated above the defenders. "HARKIN!!!" Iceblood spotted him, ready to open the castles gates and charge out, ready to face death. "You can't go out there!" Iceblood cried. "It's a nightmare!"
Harkin smiled and said, "Iceblood, every man's fate is to die some day. Sardomin has chosen my day to die, today. You should go and hide, and write about this event. I'm charging you to carry on my legacy… Goodbye, Iceblood."
And then the gates were opened, Faladorians led by the remaining three white knights charged out first, followed by the freelancers and guards. Nakal had been ordered to guard Iceblood throughout the night and he did so with his life. The dark warriors' line was broken but then was reinforced with black knights.
* * *
Harkin fought bravely that night, nine tenths of the whole Black Knights army was taken down in the siege. In the end all of the Faladorians were killed or routed and no White Knights were left standing. Harkins tattered body was found with a pile of enemy corpses beneath his feet. Ragnarok had disappeared and no one knew where it had gone. Iceblood and Nakal disappeared and the name Harkin lives on in Faladorian history…
* * *
"For million lifetimes we have fought, brother. Shouldn't we end this now!?" screamed Sardomin as he was beaten up by Zamorak again and again. "Shouldn't we live peacefully!?"
"NO BROTHER OF MINE WOULD ASK FOR PEACE!" screamed Zamorak back at Sardomin. "THE MORTAL WORLD SHALL BE MINE!"
White fluorescent energy pulsed up Sardomin as he blocked a heavy axe blow. "WHAT IS THIS!?" cried Zamorak. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
"I am Sardomin, Keeper of the Light!" Sardomin cried as he struggled against the axe blow. "Your forces went too far this time, brother. Falador is my centre of power! You will taste the wraith of a thousand souls!"
Dead spirits rose from the blackness which was the floor. They combined with Sardomin, becoming an avatar of fury. Controlled bursts of energy jumped out from Sardomins' pulsing shape. "You are Darkness eternal, brother. I shall put a stop to your ways!" said a million voices at once.
I thought I had best put some Copyright information. I obviously don't own
Runescape, but do own Katana Blade, Harkin Blade and other occupants of
this Story. People in my story are played by:
Katana & Harkin: Me, I guess
Nakal: Bigaboys (I know you didn't say anything but…heh)
Iceblood: Iceboy77
The Blue Demon: Sam J. Jimmy
Sir Saiya: Saiyaman420
Jason the Strider: Strider3282
~More coming soon~
Prologue Sardomin stood tall, facing his brother, Zamorak, in their Eternal Prison. They both knew reckoning was at hand; soon they would have enough power to break free and return to the normal world as God-Like entities.
Sardomin frowned for he knew the land of men would once again be ravaged by his evil brother. He would die a thousand times over, rather than bring misery to the land of men. He picked up his hammer and swung it at Zamorak.
* * *
Seventeen years ago a man walked into Lumbridge. He wore a black cloak- what was underneath no one knew. He brandished a sword shining a flaring red. But know one knew his name. He was a wanderer- an outcast to civilization. At that time the battle for Varrock had not occurred and the king was not corrupt. The strange man came into town and he said "Flee before the coming of the Black Knights!"
People just shook their heads and went along with their business. Who was this man? One man walked up to this strange man and asked "Who are you?" The man replied "I am Nakal, Sword master, Darkness slayer. I have come to you from Harkin Blade! He sends me to you because they are coming… The Black Knights are advancing one more!"
"Sure they are you lunatic!" shouted one of the villagers.
Nakal frowned knowing that these people were destined to die by these words and returned to Harkin, leader of the Faladorian White Knights who was waiting in Draynor. "They are doomed." Was all Nakal would say and Harkin stood up. Harkin was not so tall, only about 5'6" and did not wear Steel Plate mail like all of his fellow knights. He wore two plates of leg armour made out of Runite and wore a singlet top that was weaved with magical energies allowing this undergarment to become stronger then the strongest metal and lighter then the lightest feather. Over that he wore a cloak of Black and he had his blade, Ragnarok, strapped to his leg. Sometimes Nakal just felt like punching Harkin but he knew with Harkins uncanny agility and smarts it would not do him well.
"Then we must go," Harkin said firmly. "We must go and build up our Defences in Falador."
And so they did. Peasantry in Falador took up arms and sparred with each other, hoping to improve their combat skills for the upcoming battle. Guards formed teams of Recon and Special Forces, while the White Knights planned out the defence and counter-attacks.
* * *
The attack came five weeks after they had started training and the Black Knights brought Goblin allies to help conquer Falador. Faladorians screamed out war cries and chants, while goblins came in brandishing cruel weapons, forged by the Black Knights. A line of Freelancers stood atop the walls and many Citizens did so too.
"Make ready!" screamed out a Freelancer, "Aim!" He paused for a second then screamed "FIRE!" A volley of bolts and arrows came upon the first wave of goblins taking out the whole first line. Several mages floated into the air and then fired magic missiles hat blasted away many goblins at a time. But still the Goblins came on, there numbers stretching beyond the cliff whereupon the Black Knights Citadel stood.
The Recon Teams that were posted in and around the caves in the cliffs and vantage points took aim with their Repeater Crossbows and fired. That missile fire had hit many of the Goblins in the flanks, causing the stupid Goblins to fight amongst themselves while being shredded to pieces by the missile fire. The Recon teams stopped when they had no ammo and ran stealthily back to the safety of the Walls. When the Goblins were close, they rushed the walls with siege ladders and they broke down the gate due to siege fire from the Black Knights High Mage. White Knights charged the goblins in the walls, killing the Goblins with ease. The people on the wall were doing alright seeing as that was where the bulk of the attack was aimed at.
Harkin only had ten White Knights in his control, yet they were the most learned fighters in the whole land. Harkin ducked, swerved, parried, stepped and spinned his way out of all the attacks made at him. A Hobgoblin came in from the side. Harkin jumped up kicked out with his foot and propelled it back several feet, making it crash down hard on what used to be a fountain.
A smaller Goblin came in from the side, a trail of Goblins with pikes falling in behind him. Harkin came in and gave the Goblin an uppercut swing, causing him to go flying into the wall of pikes. The Goblins armed with the pikes became disorientated and Nakal came in killing each and every Goblin standing in his way. He killed more Goblins that day then an advanced warrior would do in his life. Harkin smiled. This was a challenge.
Harkin ran at the closest Goblin swiping at the Goblin killing him in an instant. A line of Goblin archers was picking off the Freelancers and peasantry on the walls and so Harkin jumped up onto a Goblin and used its' body like a springboard to launch himself high up onto the walls. As the next volley of arrows from the Goblins came he signalled to the mage to cast a fire wall to block the arrows. When the spell was completed, a wall of Fire licked up, incinerating all of the arrows.
Harkin jumped up through the fire and used the power of his blade, Ragnarok. Energy twisted up the Blade and its wielder as the Blade became a beacon for the power of the ancients. Harkin lifted his blade to the sky letting the power flow out and all those looking at the stars that night would have seen a pinnacle of light, flowing out to the stars. Harkin brought his blade in swerving it to the right then bringing it across to the left. The Goblins that were covered in the energy could not withstand the righteous fury they were faced with and were blown into Oblivion.
* * *
There was no sleep for any of the defenders that night and when the Goblin menace had been dealt with, only four out of every ten men had survived. The White Knights numbers had been reduced by two, as they had both given their lives defending the armoury. They knew they could not withstand another attack like that but they all knew that when the Black Knights came with their Dark Warriors, they would have to be brave.
At about noon time, a good thing happened. Barbarian and Dwarf allies came to help out and the fortresses numbers were bolstered two fold. The dwarves would fight in the mines as they knew an attack would be coming from there. The Barbarians would hold of the breach in the wall and the gate, while the Faladorians and Freelancers would hold the walls.
That night the second attack came. A strong line of Goblins came down first, but the archers and mages reduced it too a handful, so the Goblins turned tail and fled. Then came dark warriors armed with long pikes and they were followed by more dark warriors wielding long bows. The archers and mages tried to counter their counter parts but could only succeed in keeping them busy.
As the Dark Pikemen came forward, freelancers with magic abilities unleashed all their power at them. The Pikemen fell to the floor, some gasping for breath as their lungs were filling with magical water, others trying desperately to free themselves from clinging vines but most of them were withering on the ground, fire burning through them.
Harkin jumped of the wall to the gateway where most of the enemies were coming in. He narrowly evaded becoming a shish kebab by grabbing the pike, sliding down and swinging Ragnarok downwards, impaling the helpless dark warrior. He was the only one there, at the centre of the gate, the barbarians, or more like what was left of them, were withdrawing to the castle, just like many of the Freelancers and Faladorians. He was fighting like a god. With every stroke he killed, parried or wounded an enemy. A Black Knight who looked like he was leading this part of the invasion stormed in, screaming "This one is mine!"
Harkin recognized that voice. "Kelrod?" Kelrod used to be a primary leader in white knights but one day he had mysteriously disappeared.
Kelrod came in with what seemed a severely warped Faladorian Knights Sword and swung a fierce, fast and clumsy attack. Harkin jumped up and over the attack and kicked out with all his might at Kelrod. Kelrod was forced back a few steps and Harkin was spinning, slashing out with Ragnarok and another blade he had found on the ground. He touched down on the ground and so did several heads, limbs and various other body parts. He leapt up as soon as he had touched the ground again, spinning upwards and throwing a small pot of a substance called 'gunpowder.' He was told by Iceblood, High mage of Falador to shoot a ball of fire at the pot and he did. Harkin had some magic experience and so called upon the great fires of earth and a ball of flame went down and hit the little pot.
Harkin put his fireproof cloak over his body as he was told by Iceblood to do and a great explosion emerged from the pot, destroying half of the road and all the people except Harkin in the blast radius. Disorientated and confused, Dark warriors looked around where comrades once stood but now didn't. Harkin ran through his blinded enemies, cutting down several people on his way to the castle.
* * *
The Dwarves in the mine were doing quite well in the beginning. A few sturdy dwarves ran through the enemies legs and then whacked upwards, causing men to buckle over in pain, clutching their groin and screaming. Then a team of scorpion trainers would come in and the dark warriors were crushed beneath razor sharp talons. The Dark Warriors threat was nearly over when Chaos Dwarves stormed in looking for their ancient enemies.
"Heathen!" became a common cry from the Dwarves. The Chaos Dwarves advanced relentlessly, killing the Dwarves that were wounded in the battle with the Dark Warriors. The Dwarves were expecting to die there and then, for while they had been mining to set up the new mines, the Chaos Dwarves had been preparing for war. "Comjugore!" screamed out one very brave or very dumb Dwarf. He jumped out brandishing a heavy hammer and was stopped almost as soon as he had started. A Chaos Dwarf had stepped out and using his opponents' momentum to his advantage, struck out with his own hammer before the other could even move a muscle. The dwarves then retreated to the entrance to the mines and then fought their way to White nights Castle.
* * *
The Castle Gates held for about four hours, the men and Dwarves behind it praying to Sardomin and preparing their weapons and armour. The three remaining White Knights stood in silence watching all they had ever worked hard to defend be destroyed. Men wept. Harkin and Nakal were going to make the Dark Warriors pay dearly before they would die.
Death was in the air.
* * *
Young High Mage Iceblood floated facing the sea of black. He was constantly casting spells, killing many by the minute. He cast Firewave, ten men fell screaming to the ground. He spun in the air and then cast teleport to the other side of the castle, narrowly avoiding a few arrows and bolts. This show of magic lasted nearly a whole hour before Iceblood grew tired and had to rest. He had troubled dreams, seeing what could be Falador history and what Faladors past is. He awoke an hour later, screaming.
"Harkin!" Iceblood cried as he floated above the defenders. "HARKIN!!!" Iceblood spotted him, ready to open the castles gates and charge out, ready to face death. "You can't go out there!" Iceblood cried. "It's a nightmare!"
Harkin smiled and said, "Iceblood, every man's fate is to die some day. Sardomin has chosen my day to die, today. You should go and hide, and write about this event. I'm charging you to carry on my legacy… Goodbye, Iceblood."
And then the gates were opened, Faladorians led by the remaining three white knights charged out first, followed by the freelancers and guards. Nakal had been ordered to guard Iceblood throughout the night and he did so with his life. The dark warriors' line was broken but then was reinforced with black knights.
* * *
Harkin fought bravely that night, nine tenths of the whole Black Knights army was taken down in the siege. In the end all of the Faladorians were killed or routed and no White Knights were left standing. Harkins tattered body was found with a pile of enemy corpses beneath his feet. Ragnarok had disappeared and no one knew where it had gone. Iceblood and Nakal disappeared and the name Harkin lives on in Faladorian history…
* * *
"For million lifetimes we have fought, brother. Shouldn't we end this now!?" screamed Sardomin as he was beaten up by Zamorak again and again. "Shouldn't we live peacefully!?"
"NO BROTHER OF MINE WOULD ASK FOR PEACE!" screamed Zamorak back at Sardomin. "THE MORTAL WORLD SHALL BE MINE!"
White fluorescent energy pulsed up Sardomin as he blocked a heavy axe blow. "WHAT IS THIS!?" cried Zamorak. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
"I am Sardomin, Keeper of the Light!" Sardomin cried as he struggled against the axe blow. "Your forces went too far this time, brother. Falador is my centre of power! You will taste the wraith of a thousand souls!"
Dead spirits rose from the blackness which was the floor. They combined with Sardomin, becoming an avatar of fury. Controlled bursts of energy jumped out from Sardomins' pulsing shape. "You are Darkness eternal, brother. I shall put a stop to your ways!" said a million voices at once.