I decided to finish. Someone brought to my attention that it's been over a year. I'll try to update faster. ;)
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Training
pursued endlessly for Zander now. He felt trapped.. a prisioner
inside his own body. He looked around the throne room, and called for
his right hand soldier. His parents were so dedicated to the Dark
One, that they named their son, as close as possible to him. Sir
Zalorak sat down next to Zander on his throne.
"My lord."
Zalorak nodded to him. Zander wasn't sure why, but something in this
knight calmed him. Reassured him. He wasn't cold, and evil like the
rest of the Black Knights. Zalorak would lay down his life for
Zander. His loyalty just ran that deep.
"So.. the foolish
White Knights of Falador are massing?" Zander seemed slightly
amused, and withdrew a long red dagger, dripping with poision. As
close as they had become, Zalorak couldn't detect Zander's
uneasiness.
"Apperantly." Zalorak had always been a
quiet man, and Zander took some comfort in this. He placed a hand on
Zalorak's broad shoulder, the sound of his gauntlet ringing against
Zaloraks sholder pinged through the empty chamber.
"I have
an idea. Bring me the elites.." Slowly, Zalorak rose to his
feet, and saluted his King. He had an idea as to what's going
on.
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Keplar rose angrily to his
feet, slamming his hand down on the large table infront of him. "We
have to act now!"
A white knight of Falador waved his hand.
"The black knights have attacked us before, many times. We'll
simply beat them down again." He stroked his short beard,
looking at the enraged man standing above him.
"My lord, it
isn't the same.. He's back.." The room was so silent. No
one breathed. Sir Amik Varse turned his head to another knight.
"Get
a message to King Aurther.. we're going to need help from everyone.
And one to Ardenrouge, and Relleka."
"I will accompany
them. Along with 4 of your best knights." Keplar said. "The
Dark King will be expecting this."
"Oh Saradomin.. what
is happening?" Amik put his head in his hands, and became
silent.
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Zander stood infront of his elites.
Their blood red armor shining dimly in the torch light.
"You
are the best of the best. Top of your class, and I need you to do
something. Please. Sit." He motioned towards the big table. "The
White Knights are weak. They will call on their allies. We cannot let
this happen. The Fremmiks are strong, and the Knights of the Round
table are stronger." Zander paused, making sure to look at each
of them. He turned to the leader of the Elite archers."Weddek,
are you at full strength?"
The tall man stood, his black
dragonhide stretching as he did. "We have 5 archers, with mage
bows, armed to the teeth. They'll be firing rune arrows with poision
tips. We'll demolish everything." He beamed, apperantly proud of
his squad. Zander turned to Zalorak, the leader of the elite
warriors.
"Don't bother asking, my leige." Zalorak
smirked. "10 troops with full dragon armor, and assorted
weapons." Zander beamed, apperantly impressed. He lastly turned
to the commander of the Elite Dark Wizards.
"Are all 3 of you
ancient mages ready?" He asked.
"My lord.." The
ilusive mage stood, partly hidden in the shadows. "Our magic is
old, and our power unsurpassed. We will fight." Zander stood,
followed quickly by the rest in the room.
"We take no
prisioners. They would not show us mercy, so show them the very same.
Never fear, never retreat, and never give in. Hail Zamorak."
Zander flung his cape, as he walked out of the council room. He
hurried down the hall to grab his great axe, the axe burst into
bright red flames, as soon as he picked it up. He ran his hand over
the smooth obsidian axe, smiling as the flames burned him. "Come..
we have work to do." He whispered to his axe, who's response was
to flame higher.
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