Chapter 17: Doom in the Cellar
I climbed down the ladder, feeling fear mix up with curiosity. What was down in the deep dungeon? What was causing such a racket? Was it safe to go down? All these questions exploded out into my head. The only way that I would find out the answers was to go down into the dungeon, so I climbed down to the bottom, feeling my feet land on concrete. I looked up, and saw a cellar.
There were large shelves on the walls. On the shelves there were large crates and boxes and barrels. There were several large barrels on the dirty concrete floor full of rainwater. There was a rusty old cauldron and a broom standing in the corner. One of the walls on the far end of the cellar had collapsed, because there was a lot of debris and bricks there. Past the collapsed wall there was a long cavern. Nearby, there was a stool in front of a large fire that crackled merrily; casting shadows across the wall and making the cellar seem ten times spookier. There was a man sitting on the stool.
The man wore shiny white armour, and was holding a bluish kind of sword and a large orange shield with a claw pattern on it-the same shield that Madrey1 and Duke Horacio had. He had a mop of brown hair, and blue eyes that twinkled. He had shadows under his eyes, and he looked exhausted. He held a white full helmet under his arm. He looked up and jumped when he saw me. When he realised who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You frightened me!! Well hello there, I am Sir Vant, and I am a white knight of Falador. And you are?" he asked kindly.
"My name is Mainiac97, and what are you doing down here? I heard a roar and I came down to investigate," I said. He laughed half-heartedly.
"There is a dragon down here at the farthest end. But this isn't any kind of dragon, you see-this dragon has three heads. Something disturbed it, and it came charging down this cave, and what did it see? It saw a brick wall. So, it destroyed the wall, while the miss of the house was down here, sorting out the boxes. The dragon is level 249, and she was only level 3. The dragon killed her. Her cowardly husband called for me as I was passing on my way to Falador, told me about the dragon, and now I think he has fled." I fell back in shock. There was a three-headed dragon down here? Oh my goodness, this dragon would cause havoc if it came up to the surface!!
There was a loud rumble of approaching enormous footsteps, and another roar that shook the ground. Sir Vant sat up, and stepped towards the cave entrance. He stepped past the bricks, and a large burst of flames came down the corridor. Sir Vant held up his orange shield, and the fire hit the shield, but didn't affect him. When the flames cleared, the shield and Sir Vant were unaffected. Then, another roar came, and the dragon came crashing down the cave towards Sir Vant.
The dragon had gigantic green scales that shone like steel, and looked as hard. It had large, leathery green scaly wings. It had a long, large, spiky tail that thrashed around, destroying anything that came into contact with it. It had three long, green, scaly necks, and three large, roaring faces. It had teeth like swords, and had angry red eyes. It was thrashing around furiously. It roared again, shaking the entire Lumbridge area.
Sir Vant jumped up, and then swung his strange sword towards the dragon's body. The dragon roared once again, and swung its tail right into Sir Vant, knocking him off his feet. Sir Vant went crashing into a shelf. He threw the barrel of rainwater at the dragon's middle face, which roared, spluttering. It breathed fire at Sir Vant, who managed to put the orange shield in front of him just in time. His armour had melted in one spot from the heat. Sir Vant swung his sword at the dragon's left face, hitting it in the neck. That face bit at Sir Vant, nearly ripping off his arm. The dragon breathed a wave of fire at Sir Vant, who managed to glance it away with his shield.
The dragon then spotted me, and stepped towards me, roaring. Sir Vant yelled "OH NO YOU DON'T!!" and ran towards the dragon, slashing at its back with his sword. The dragon roared and stamped his feet, causing rocks to fall from the ceiling. A large boulder fell and hit the dragon's middle face, which roared with pain. It flew off, its wings destroying a large amount of shelves. It flew back to the end of the cave, and was silent.
"Is it dead?" I asked, after ten minutes of silence.
"No, it is only resting," Sir Vant groaned, sitting back on a wooden crate, rubbing his sore burn where the dragon breathed fire at. "Say, could you brew me a heath potion? I hope you know how to, but you came off Tutorial Island, like everyone else, so I trust you know how to. Where you on the island when the rats attacked?" he asked.
"Yes, I was there when the rats attacked. I saw the whole thing. And, if I could only have a stove, I could try to brew some health potions for you," I said.
"There is a stove upstairs, in the house. Thank you for being so kind as to make a poor white knight some health potions," Sir Vant groaned. "I have called help from Falador, and some more white knights should come." I nodded, got out my potion-making kit from my bag, and climbed up back to the surface.
Large sections of the walls from the house had collapsed, making the house look like a ruin. There were people running everywhere, screaming. I could see, with a pang of hatred, Madrey1, standing there calmly. A nearby house had collapsed entirely, and debris and bricks was everywhere. I saw Lumbridge guards standing around the house, since it must have been obvious that the cellar was the source of the commotion. I spotted the undamaged stove and sink, and I stepped towards it.
I read the list of ingredients again, from my magic book. I needed (in order) two litres of hot water, a few drops of potion mix, seven feathers, a set of logs, an eye of newt, and two pieces of cooked meat.
The only ingredients I needed to get myself were the meat, logs, and feathers, so I decided to go to a chicken coop to get some of the ingredients. But, for now, I would get two sets of logs. One was for the potion, the second, to cook the meat. I saw two trees nearby, and I got out my axe ready. I stepped up to them. I got my axe at the ready, and gave one tree an almighty thwack with my axe. Fireworks rose up around up, indicating that I had raised a woodcutting level up to four.
After several minutes of hard work, I had two sets of logs at my feet. I put my axe away in my bag. I saw a chicken coop just over the bridge. I could see the innocent chickens, clucking, pecking at some birdseed on the floor. I crept over the wooden bridge, across to the chicken coop. I opened the gate, hoping the creak wouldn't disturb the farmer. There was a small house next to the coop.
I crept up to two chickens. They looked at me curiously. I got out my sword, but before I could slaughter the poor chickens, a roar shook the town. The chickens scattered, and a window smashed. I thought about poor, exhausted Sir Vant, in the cellar, fighting off the three-headed dragon. I quickly killed two panicking chickens by beheading them. After a few seconds, two bones, two raw chickens, and ten feathers lay on the floor in a bundle.
I scooped them up, as a farmer in simple white overalls and a straw hat, clutching a pitchfork, ran outside. The level 7 farmer saw me scooping up my loot, and he roared in fury.
"Why ye killing me chickens?!" the farmer shouted, running towards me. I ran, not wanting to fight a farmer that was several levels stronger then me. The farmer stopped chasing me at the bridge. He stood there, shaking his fist at me, calling me rude names.
I ran back to the tap and the stove. I got out my tinderbox and my cooking stick, but then I noticed the stove next to me. What was the point of cutting down two trees if there was a stove there already? Grumbling, I abandoned one set of logs outside. I cooked the two pieces of chicken successfully. I got out seven feathers ready, leaving another seven (I still had a few feathers left from killing the chickens in Terrera's house).
I got out my cauldron, and I put it on the stove ready. I put the stove up to full power. I filled my measuring jug with two litres of hot water. When the stove was hot enough, I poured in the right amount of hot water. When it hit the cauldron, it hissed, and began to bubble madly. I took out the bottle which contained the potion mix, and I put a few drops in. The cauldron hissed again, and bubbled twice as fast. I put in the feathers, and the bubbling slowed down. I put in the set of logs, which dissolved into dust. I took out a slippery eye of newt from the jar, and I dropped it in the potion. I took out some meat, and I plonked it in the bubbling, steaming water. The potion stopped bubbling, and it began rapidly changing orange. After a few seconds, it stopped hissing, and a successful cauldron full of health mix stood there.
I scooped up the potion in five vials, leaving two vials empty. Now I had seven vials full of health brew. I put away my potion set, and I climbed down to the cellar. Sir Vant sat up eagerly when I stepped in. He was pale, and he had a large, bleeding gut on his leg. He must have warded off the dragon.
I handed him two vials of health potion. He drank the two of them, and his face lit up, and his leg and arm suddenly looked better. He took off one of his plate legs. He took out some bandages from his pocket behind his white armour, and he wrapped the leg with the bandage. He put his plate leg armour back on.
"Thank you, that potion was enough to keep me healthy enough to stop this dragon from reaching the surface," he said happily. "Say, I'm getting peckish, could you fish me my favourite snack-crayfish?" he asked eagerly. "Crayfish only takes level one fishing to catch, but you need a crayfish cage to catch it." He fished something out of his pocket. He handed it to me.
It was a small metal grey cage with a small hole in the top. "I think there are spots where you can find crayfish behind the church," he said. "Would you be my assistant and would you help me ward off this dragon by doing other helpful chores for me?" he then asked. I thought for a moment, and then I nodded. He beamed at me. I climbed up the ladder.
I looked in the direction of the muddy path. There was a large wooden barrier, with a few Lumbridge guards standing there, keeping a watchful eye on the scene. I looked in the direction of the graveyard. The rusty graveyard gates were padlocked. There was a guard standing there, looking alert. I looked behind the church. I could just barely make out some sparkly water. I began walking in that direction.
Lumbridge was quite silent. Phileas nodded at me as I passed him. A man in long, ragged blue robes, with a blue hood was pacing around. He held a wooden staff with a crystal ball on the end. The crystal ball was swirling with red mist. This man was shouting "doom!!" to thin air. Phileas whispered "Doomsayer" to me. He must be the doomsayer.
"Wait!" the doomsayer said, putting out an arm to stop me. His face was looking at my back. "There is something on your back!! I can sense it. It is moving, preparing for the attack-darkness is approaching, my orb of doom tells me, it is coming-closer and closer, never stopping, never ceasing…." The doomsayer said dramatically to me. His arm fell down, and I walked past him. He had started muttering to himself, glancing every now and then at my back. I didn't really trust him, I thought.
I passed the courtyard, and I saw that the front doors of the castle were closed. There were guards standing everywhere, and there seemed to be a great deal of talking coming from the castle. Everyone that was in the town must have been put in the castle, and they were guarding it heavily. They were banning everyone else from coming into the town. I stepped past the big stone statues of some particular old queen, and on to the fishing spots.
I took out my new crayfish cage, and stepped up to a sparkly spot. I saw small, grey, lobster-like creatures that must be crayfish swimming in the crystal-clear water. I plunged in my cage, leaving it in the water for a few moments. When I pulled it back out, two crayfish lay in the cage. I saw fireworks rise up around me, telling me I had risen to level 3 in fishing. I cheerfully opened up the cage, pulling out the two crayfish. I put them in my bag. I plunged my cage in again, successfully catching another three crayfish this time. I took the little grey fish out of the cage, and into my open bag. My bag was starting to fill up with objects now. I caught another four crayfish, and then I put my cage back in my bag, before slinging it back on my back and running off towards the house with the cellar in it.
I went up to the stove, and I got a pan from the rack on the wall in front of the stove. I put the crayfish in the pan, before turning on the stove, and putting the pan on the stove. I waited another few minutes, and I took the pan off the stove, and then I turned the stove off entirely.
I had cooked most of the crayfish. They looked plump, juicy, crispy, and tender. But I had burnt a few of the crayfish, and they were black and smelly. Pinching my nose, I dropped them in a nearby wastepaper basket. I took the cooked ones down into the cellar.
Sir Vant was waiting there, and he jumped up eagerly at the smell of the crayfish.
"Why, thank you so much Mainiac97!!" he babbled, snatching the crayfish out of my hand. He stuffed them into his mouth enthusiastically. I could see his jaws working, chewing up the crayfish. His eyes were watering with delight, and his helmet lay on the floor, forgotten.
"You are some cook!! You've cooked these to perfection!!" he said, his mouth full of crayfish. But then a roar echoed through the cave, causing dust to fall from the ceiling. The dragon came crashing down the cave; its wings spread wide, all three of its faces contorted with fury. Sir Vant swallowed his mouthful of crayfish. He put on his helmet from the floor, and he picked up his sword and shield. I picked up my sword and shield too, just in case I needed them. Just at that moment, Osrie1 went tumbling down the ladder, wielding his sword and shield.
"About time you came!!" I yelled, thumping him on the shoulder. He grinned sheepishly, but stopped grinning when he saw the furious dragon crashing through the cave.
"Brace yourselves for the fight of your life!!" Sir Vant shouted to us over the roaring of the angry dragon.
The dragon halted at the end of the cave, and breathed a wave of fire at us all. Sir Vant managed to stop the terrible red flames with his shield. The dragon knocked Sir Vant aside with its enormous claw. Sir Vant sat up, and ran towards the dragon, hitting the right face with his sword. The steel-like green scales reflected the sword, but it must have caused the dragon some amount of pain, because it was roaring.
It stamped its feet on the floor, causing the floor to crack. But also, it shook the entire of Lumbridge. Boulders fell everywhere. One fell on Osrie1, causing him to crumple, unconscious. I shouted with anger. I pushed the boulder off Osrie1, pushing him up the ladder and out of danger on the surface.
The dragon roared again, and let off some kind of red light. It didn't affect us, but suddenly cracks appeared in the other walls. The shelves fell of, smashing any boxes or barrels. All of the walls collapsed, and several long tunnels were seen. The dragon roared again, and the caves caved in. Boulders fell everywhere, and a small avalanche destroyed the tunnels, except for a small amount of tunnel where the dragon stood.
There was a small puff of smoke, and a man in long red robes stood there, behind the dragon. He was bald, and he sneered at me, and that sneer seemed very familiar….
"You're Master Samuel of the chaos temple!!!" Sir Vant bellowed. "You disturbed the dragon!!! You're the one who has been causing all of this havoc, by waking up a three-headed dragon!!"
"Yes, I disturbed the dragon, but I have done a lot more to it!! I'll drop you a hint. The dragon has yellow eyes!!" Master Samuel sneered. I gasped.
"So you are the one who caused the rats and the goblins and the ghosts to act strangely!!" I said.
"No, it wasn't me who did this. Somebody else is doing this, to prepare for the final plan….." Master Samuel trailed off. Sir Vant was struggling to fight the dragon, because the dragon was getting more aggressive.
Master Samuel created a ball of pure darkness in his palm, and with a whispered prayer, he sent it flying towards Sir Vant. It hit Sir Vant in the chest, and Sir Vant was blasted off his feet, and into the floor. The dragon breathed fire on Sir Vant, who managed to deflect it with his strange orange shield. Master Samuel was preparing another blast of darkness, when an idea struck me.
I couldn't go past the dragon, because of its size, and it could crush me with one foot if it wanted to. But, I could use arrows. That was the reason they were invented, so you could attack enemies from afar. I got out my bow and arrow. Master Samuel may be level 24, and he may be able to use powerful prayer attacks, but those red robes couldn't protect much.
I sent an arrow flying towards Master Samuel. He was too busy making a blast of darkness to notice what I was doing. It flew over the dragon's heads. The dragon was too busy attacking Sir Vant to notice. It flew right into Master Samuel's shoulder. Scarlet blood splashed all over the floor. Master Samuel lost concentration, and his blast of darkness blew up in his face, sending him flying into the dragon's tail. The spikes punctured his body, and blood fell all over the floor.
Master Samuel screamed in pain, and disappeared with a puff of black smoke, saying "My dragon can finish you off!!"
The dragon breathed fire everywhere. Sir Vant managed to stop the flow of dragon fire with his shield. Sir Vant ran forward with his bluish sword, and stabbed the dragon's middle faces left eye. The red disappeared from that eye, turning it back to its natural yellow colour. The dragon roared again, as blood went all over the floor. He spread his wings wide, and he knocked the orange shield out of Sir Vant's hand. We were doomed.
The dragon was about to create a burst of flame when another roar echoed through the place. But it didn't come from the three-headed dragon. It had come from a different dragon. Cracks appeared in the ceiling, and the ceiling collapsed. A large purple hand (telekinetic grab) pulled us out of the cellar and into safety. Once all of the dust and smoke had cleared, I saw a large white dragon with white scales standing there. There was a familiar man in white robes holding a long white shiny sword sitting on the back of the dragon, with Ilookgood99 sitting behind him. The dragon that stopped the army of rats was back to stop the three-headed dragon.
I heard Sir Vant mumble faintly "The god sword!" I remembered the quest master whispering the exact same words next to me. The white dragon roared, and began fighting with the three-headed dragon. Gigantic claws ripped at flesh, dragon fire went everywhere, and I saw blasts of light from Ilookgood99 and stabs from the god sword by the white-robed man hitting the three-headed dragon.
After what felt like hours of fighting, a faint roar came from the bloody three-headed dragon, and it slumped on the floor, blood pouring everywhere, completely dead. The white dragon gave a roar, and it flew off into the sunset. Sir Vant and I stood up, and we gave a sigh of relief.
"Well, I'm off to Falador, and I feel like you deserve several rewards for helping me. Take this quest scroll, it tells you what you have earned from a quest," he told me, and he handed me a scroll. This is what it read:
You have earned:
2 quest points
200 bronze arrows
50gp
A bottle of ink and a peacock feather quill
500 hit point experience
2 experience lamps
Suddenly, all of my rewards appeared in front of me. Fireworks popped up around me, and my olive-green book told me that I now had 13 hit points. 50gp appeared in my money pouch (I now had 67gp in my pouch) and another 200 bronze arrows appeared in my arrow sling. Two lamps, a large shiny feather, and a bottle of black ink appeared in front of me on the floor. I put them away in my bag. My quest journal now had 3 quest points on the front, and the quest scroll glued itself underneath a page that read 'The Three-Headed Dragon'. I stepped out into the street as Sir Vant ran in the direction of the windmill, waving to me. I waved back, looking at a nearby clock. It was 4:00pm, and I decided I would adventure up the muddy path now, to visit what was waiting for me at the other end.