Chapter VII
Leaders of both the Phoenix and Black Arm Gangs, along with many smaller, disorganized groups dominated the bar in the member's section of Varrock, guarded by dozens of their lackies. They all crowded around a table, with a map of the castle outstretched on it. What could they need this for?
'This is how we gonna do it,' said the boss of the Phoenix gang, a tall slender man with a tattoo of a red, eagle-like bird on his back. Under the red eagle, there was a small coat of arms, with a large P scrawled in its center. His hair was styled into two horns, resembling that of the devil. Strapped to his back was a large, shotgun style crossbow. 'We'll break into the castle through the center and eastern gates.' he continued, 'We will station men all over the perimeter of the castle, trapping the king inside. Then we kidnap him and trade him for a hefty ransom... say, about 100 million gp?'
'100 million gp?' laughed the Black Arm leader, a tall, burly man with a huge, ferocious looking black warhammer strapped onto his back. He was bald, but had a black beard. He wore black chainmail and platelegs. 'Come on Aros (Phoenix gang boss),' he said. 'you know we can get at least ten times more for King Roald. Who cares about money, when we can kill him! Think about it...we can rule Varrock, and even all of Misthalin for ourselves!'
The Black Arm leader sipped a strong vodka, making his voice slur slightly when he spoke.
Aros said, "Damn, you make a good point, Garrett. We can kill the bastard and rule Varrock for ourselves. We can tax the citizens heavily as well as own the opium market! We'll live like kings!"
Both leaders stood up, and clasped hands, shouting 'For chaos!' Then, they all laughed as they puffed on pipes of opium, the smoke dancing in the air as it ascended towards the ceiling.
Meanwhile, the guards stood at the walls of the castle, talking with each other and switching places on the hour. Isaac was one of the guards standing at the main gate of the castle. He stood taller than usual, wearing a silver colored steel chainshirt, along with a shining steel square shield. Strapped to his side was a longsword, complete with a brass handle. His helm had small wing shaped projections on each side, indicating his higher than average status in the guard hierarchy. Engraved into the front of his shield was a green star, with a solid yellow background. The guards around him were dull in comparison, wearing lowly iron armor. Perseus and his special vanguard emerged from inside the castle. They all marched in unison, wearing similar steel armor, but it was trimmed in yellow. The wings on their helmets were slightly larger, making it look like they had birds perched atop their heads. Each of them wore a yellow cape with a green star of saradomin in the center, the symbols and colors of Varrock. On their backs, they carried halberds, as well as longswords holstered in their belts. They patrolled around the castle grounds.
The dark sky of night had draped over the great city. Yet another day had gone by.