Mick turned to see how his team mates were doing. From the looks of things they were starting to find the weak points of the Moss giants. It seemed as though they were finally beginning to work out the giant's weak points. Mick smiled at this but his face quickly dimmed as he glanced at the surrounding dead bodies of the people that he was supposed to rescue. It would be sad and tragic news that he would be delivering back to the King of Varrock instead of happy news. How would he explain this to the king? The evil god of runescape was preparing to take over the world and in the process he had forced Mick to kill the citizens of Varrock that he was supposed to save? It would seem as though he had failed in his mission and was making up an excuse to make himself look good.
Richard and Glenn finally finished off their Moss giants and made their way over to Mick. He could see the astonishment on their faces as their faces as they saw the dead bodies of all the villagers standing in a circle around Mick and then turning their gaze towards his bloody scimitar. Warily they kept their weapons ready and looked at Mick, expecting him to explain himself.
"The Moss giants and hostages were just pawns," sighed Mick. "Zamarok himself has been possessing people and forcing them to do his will. If we do not stop him soon eventually he will spread his influence into the major cities and force them to wage war on each other."
"Why would Zamarok want to destroy a realm that he could rule?" asked Richard curiously. "Every evil villain that I have met so far has always had the desire to reign over their victims. Surely Zamorkc who is the very essence of evil would be following this pattern as well."
"All I know is that he must be stopped," replied Mick. "We must gather the three cornerstones from the cities of Varrock, Falador and Lumbridge and then take them to the field west of the champion's guild. Once there we must defeat Zamarok in battle and banish him back to the underworld."
"Sounds simple enough," commented Glenn, sheathing his scimitar. "The three of us together…we can do this."
"Let's get going," concurred Richard, sheathing his own scimitar. "If it is indeed Zamarok behind all this we will not have much time."
As Mick finished explaining his story to the king of Varrock he felt an uneasy feeling wash over him. Would the king believe his story or would the king think that he had made up a story to hide his failure. He was glad that he was wearing his helmet, otherwise the king would be able to see the uneasiness on his face. The story in itself was not one that was easily believable – it was one that claimed that the entire realm of runescape was in fact in danger.
"I was afraid of this," sighed the king. "I had been hoping that this day would not ever come during my time but it has. The ruler of each city has the cornerstone that you seek. I myself have one. For a long time I have been suspecting that Zamarok has been possessing creatures to do his bidding but you have confirmed it. The fact that he has revealed himself to you and told you how to stop him means that he is very confident of victory. You will need some better weapons to help you."
"We already have the best weapons that anyone could provide us with your grace," said Mick, hoping that he hadn't offended the king. "What could possibly be more powerful than rune weapons?"
"I know of a prayer that will charge your weapons with unimaginable power for a short time," explained the king. "But in order to defeat Zamarok you will have to make sure that you pray to Saradomin – it will be impossible to defeat him without doing so. Unfortunately other than this blessing there is no other help I can offer you."
"We accept your help with thanks," replied Mick, bowing gracefully. "We will take the cornerstone and be on our way." The king nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, lifting his arms up to the heavens for a few moments. Mick felt the blade of his scimitar growing hot and unsheathed his scimitar. To his surprise the blade was glowing an intense blue and felt extremely hot. After a few moments the glow disappeared but he could feel the blade humming with energy.
The king opened his eyes and produced a small stone block from his pocket, handing it to Mick. Mick took it and gingerly placed it in his backpack, hoping that it wasn't fragile. Now that their job here was done, it was time to head to the town of Falador.
"The White knights of Falador will be glad to pledge their services to you for the battle against evil," said Sir Amik Varze. He produced a small stone block and handed it to Mick. "We will be waiting for you at the field next to the Champion's guild. Until then keep safe." Mick nodded his thanks and walked out of the room, Richard and Glenn at his heel. They had been doing well so far and nothing had hindered their progress.
During their travels they had come across very few obstacles. There had been random creatures here and there that had tried to stop them from achieving their goals – which was something that concerned Mick and the others. If Zamarok knew what they were doing then why did he not try to stop them? The king of Varrock had said that Zamarok was confident of victory – which meant that he wanted to be brought back. Would Saradomin be willing to step in and help them or would they be forced to fight the fearsome might of Zamarok in their own strength?
"Here is the last cornerstone," said the Duke, handing a small stone block to Mick. "I cannot offer you the aid of any warriors or weapons to aid you but I can tell you this: Zamarok will take more than one incarnation – be wary. He will also make use of spells to stun and attack you so here…take these potions. They will protect you from concentrated evil magics."
"We accept your gift with thanks," replied Mick, putting the stone block in his backpack and taking note of the advice. "Pray that we will be successful in our mission." With a sigh Mick. Glenn and Richard began their final trek towards the Champion's guild. This could well end up being their last few hours of living of Zamarok had his way. If they failed in their mission…the rest of the realm would be doomed.
"Why do we not rally the other adventurers in the realm?" asked Glenn. "Surely we cannot be expected to defeat Zamarok by ourselves. He is evil incarnate!"
"I would rather not unnecessarily endanger the lives of other," explained Mick. "Besides, most of the adventurers that listened to us would be too weak to do a thing."
"But you accepted the help of the white knights!" protested Richard. "Is that not the same thing?"
"The white knights have pledged their lives to fight evil," replied Mick. "They pledge their whole lives to this cause – they live for no other purpose. Without this purpose their lives are merely wasted away training."
"Enough talk for now," concluded Glenn. "It does us no good to argue amongst ourselves when there is an enemy out there that endangers us all. If these are to be our last hours together let us enjoy them to the fullest." Glenn and Mick nodded in agreement and they began talking about the good times that they had experienced during their adventures.