Chap 7: Gluttony
After Peter escaped Me-Drok he had sat on the examiners rooftop under the bright sky, staring at the temple that was being noisly dug up. Feelings of unease flowed through his body like blood through his veins, he knew what Peter said was true all too well. He knew that a common fate would befall all of Runescape's citizens should everyone in it not realize this truth. This would be, as he knew, his one chance to face an enemy who he could fight to the death, without holding back or having any remorse. Day turned to night, the escavators lit torches and the swordsman continued staring out over the land, feeling the dark aura all the more now. The distant sky growled with thunder. Lightning licked the horizon with vicious power. Me-Drok looked around nervously, he had felt a subtle change in the earth although he was not on it directly. He felt it begin to wane beneath him and around him. The air seemed to grow ridgid and unmoving, almost suffocating. Me-Drok remained cool and breathed steadily. Then the changes amplified to a much larger scale. Energy crackled in the air and the ground began to give way. The clouds had begun to gather right over the region and the lightning was striking the ground and several trees giving off a large cracking sound. The aura intensified and Me-Drok realized the immense danger he was in. Instantly he leaped backwards from the building, continued running south over fences, rocks any boundary that was in his way. The final result of the metamorphosis was heard and felt as he leaped over a fence. A forceful explosion resonated around the entire region, even at a distance Me-Drok was sent like a rag doll several feet through the air, landing in a crumpled heap on his face. He looked up but found that his neck was to damaged to raise it much, he felt something wedged in his back but his arms felt to heavy to pull it out. His eyelids felt as though they were a hundred pounds. With a groan his hand went limp and he sunk into unconciousness.
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" My students wont come, they have been taught of the ancient spells, and know well that this foe will sport them, even if being accompanied by the Legend guilds members and their powerful vizier," Wizard Distentor said to Radimus Erkle. They were seated in Radimus' quarters in the legends guild.
" Don't worry, your mages will assist us, and if they dont they wont be able to forgive themself when the eastern lands fall, be sure they realize how much we need them at this time," And with that Radimus stood," I must rally the Legends, atleast we do not hide from our foes,"
" Your right... We dont face our foes, but only when we realize that doing so would lead to our inevitable death, even heroes can be afraid," Distentor drew out four runes and teleported away as Radimus muttered, " But a man who would'nt die for a cause has no reason to live,"
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Varrock stood still; for a number of reasons. One being the fact that most of the populus had migrated to Digsite, the second being that those who remained had been rattled by a shattering explosion. It had shaken the area and the noise carried all the way to Faladors western walls. A shockwave had spread throughout the area shattering many windows and awakening all who slept. People stayed within their homes, fearing whatever had cause the blast. And rightfully so, for it had begun to draw less than savory beings towards it. Goblins, imps, and ogres had started to arrive at the site of the explosion: The temple. Smoke still rose from the ground but it could be clearly seen that the temple was now completely uncovered from the earth. It had the look of a mangled skeleton. The entrance appeared to be a mouth, jagged teeth above and below. Its walls seemed like ribs covering the delicate interior. In place of Digsite was a smoldering wasteland littered with bodies and pieces of buildings.
Me-Drok stood with great difficulty and stared at the scene in dismay. Creatures he had never seen had grouped around the enormous temple. They seemed to be waiting for something. He couldnt tell in the darkness but it appeared that the teethlike gate was opening. From within the shadows he saw a hint of a figure emerging from the gate. He could only make it out because it seemed to be darker than the shadows that surrounded it. He shuddered and sank down behind a rock. He reached to his back and removed the large plank that had been stuck there. He gave a sigh and stared at the beautiful, but now tainted sky, questioning if there really were Gods to look out for them or if he was all alone. As the shrieks of Goblins and Banshees rang out it seemed as if there wasnt a single good force in the world. A part of him wanted to cast his blade through his heart and end the suffering. But he knew this was the cowards way out, not the swordsmans. He stood and pulled his small rusty sword from his belt. He turned and faced the darkness, now slightly illuminated by torches and let out a scream of pain, pride, and anger. The group of monsters shifted towards Me-Drok and let out a far louder roar that would have struck fear into almost any other man. But not Me-Drok, for he was already charging towards them with fury burning in his eyes. His speed was remarkarble, nearly untrackable, and it wasnt long before he was upon the fiends. His sword glided gracefully through two goblins sending the others into a frenzy. Banshees swarmed around him and started screaming, and although his ears burned he disposed of them with a few slashes of his blade.
The monsters backed away and formed a circle about him. A gargantuan rotun figure stepped forth. It resembled a man but was far greater, it's mouth wide open, letting saliva drip crudely down it's flabby chin. It stared at him, a greedy glare in it's pupiless eyes. And with a clumsy movement it let loose a punch, which missed by a great distance, smashing instead into the earth. Me-Drok shot under it's massive arm and flipped forward, landing on it's arm and sliced deeply into it. In a fraction of a second Me-Drok was on his back, the giant glutton flailing about wrecklessly. It grasped an ogre in it's hand, forcing it into it's immense, open mouth. It gazed back, it's wound now replaced with a scar.
Me-Drok's eyes widdened in horror. One of the sins...
The fiend unleashed an assault of spastic and unpredicatable moves at Me-Drok, who could not get close enough for an attack. The glutton attacked with a swift uppercut, opening up it's left side. He shot forward, driving his bronze blade deep in. It let out a miserable gurgle and shot it's left elbow down, directly into his left shoulder, cracking it. He winced but forced himself to drive the blade all the way into his foe. It's eyes buldges as it vomited up a massive amount of blood and bodily fluids, which showered over Me-Drok, dripping through his hair, over his brow, and rolling off his face onto the earth bellow.
But even as the beast fell the spears, screams and attacks of trolls, ogres, banshees, and goblins began to wear on him. A well placed spear struck his right arm and he fell, releasing his sword. But as he hit the ground he saw a reassuring sight. He smiled in victory as he crashed into the ground.