Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten
Neros

Rorek jolted upright, awake, as if being slammed back into his body. Disoriented, Rorek waited for his vision to clear. He found himself standing in the chamber, completely unscathed. Rorek lifted his hands and inspected them , awe filled him, as he realized that the gods had completely restored his health. Rorek peered around the room, his eyes fell on a large doorway that had been forced open, and two sets of footprints leading down the hallway beyond the door. One small, the other one inhumanly large. Rorek sprinted down the hallway, feeling no pain as he ran as fast as he ever could.
Rorek continued running until he came to an ancient looking chamber, covered from floor to ceiling with spell scrolls and assorted battle weapons. Rorek smirked happily as he selected a few interesting looking scrolls and began to read. The scrolls were all written in the magical language, but Rorek deciphered them as best he could. As he finished the first scroll a wave of power rushed over him, and he suddenly had the knowledge and power required to cast the mighty spell contained in the scroll. Rorek dropped the scroll in shock, and took a worried step backwards. He then noticed the large array of weaponry the other shelves contained. Rorek's eyes fell upon his own Great Axe, evidently stolen by the necromancer. Rorek grabbed his axe and donned the set of mystical looking armor that hung from the wall. He tapped the butt of his axe on the earthen ground and a magical pulse crept from it, slithering across the floor towards the other door. The door disintigrated, just as Rorek planned. He smiled to himself, happy that he really had finally learned another spell to add to his already formidable arsenal. Rorek started for the doorway, eager to find the necromancer. He continued down the hallway, at the end of the corridor he could see a strange light. He ran towards the light feeling ready and alert.
He instantly found himself inside the room he was running towards. The necromancer leered back at him from the center of the chamber. The door slammed behind Rorek, locking off his only exit.
"Care to get reacquainted with an old friend," growled the necromancer.
A portal opened into the floor and a familiar looking skeleton ascended from it. The behemoth gave a cry of surprise, evidently shocked at its victim still being alive. The being lumbered on towards Rorek, raising its arm, readying itself to strike Rorek. Rorek loosed a fierce battle cry and swung the axe above his head. He leaped towards the oncoming gargantuan preparing to swing. The mystical armor began to glow and pulse with energy, it sprang from the armor to the blade of axe. As Rorek descended, driving the axe into the beasts thick skull with a sickening crack, the axe cut through the entire being leaving to halves that hollowly rattled to the floor. The bones gave off a final groan and shook fiercely before they turned to ashes on the hard chamber floor.
Rorek grinned wickedly, he charged for the necromancer with great confidence and started to swing his axe. The necromancer teleported behind Rorek and kicked him in the back. Rorek's armor absorbed the blow, and sent the power of the attack directly into the necromancer. The necromancer fell over backwards from the shock of the blow.
"I see you've lifted the armor of Neros from my store room," said the necromancer. "One of my more powerful items. It has the power to absorb the force of physical attacks and send them back into the attacker."

The necromancer blasted Rorek with a magical projectile, shoving Rorek back across the floor. Rorek got to his feet and ran for the necromancer with a battle craving look in his eye. Rorek hit the necromancer with his axe, but the necromancer deflected the blow by forming a magical shield. The two ran towards each other, both confident that they would destroy their enemy.

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine
Divine Encounter

"Arise, Rorek," spoke a booming perfect voice.
Rorek climbed to his feet. Disoriented, he looked around, all he could see was pure, unending, white. Until his eyes fell upon two robed figures, standing with their hands behind their backs.
"Where am I?" questioned Rorek, "I should be dead after a blow like that," said Rorek perfectly. "Why aren't I injured anymore, my wounds are healed, all of my scars are gone. What...What happened?"
"You are dead," said one of the robed figures, "you are among the gods," spoke the first man, wearing a set of white robes.
"If I am dead, why can I still exist?" asked Rorek.
"You have been granted an extraordinary privilege," said the second man, this one wearing green, "when an entity dies, they cease to exist, there lifeless body remains in Gielinor, but the soul is obliterated. You, on the other hand, have died, and are standing here, speaking with gods. You have been given this great gift because we know you are the only one who can save Gielinor.
"Save Gielinor?" asked Rorek, "Lathas is only hurting West Ardougne. How can he be endangering the entire world?"
"Lathas, at this point, is only endangering West Ardougne. However, over the years, Lathas becomes greedy, he begins to tire of West Ardougne's money. He decides to take over all of Gielinor. That, is why we need you," said the man in the green robes.
"What about Orik? He's no sorcerer, but he's more than capable of beating me in a match of brute strength," said Rorek confidently.
"Have you forgotten," said the two deities simultaneously," That Orik is being held captive by the summoner of the very being that killed you? How are you going to save Gielinor if you cannot remember something that recent?"
"How am I to save the world from being enslaved by Lathas if I am dead?" asked Rorek bitterly.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," said the deities, still in unison. " We shall resurrect you."
Suddenly Rorek was overcome with a torrent of painful blackness, as if all of his evil were being flushed back into him.
"What do you expect?" The green robed man's voice a dull echo in Rorek's head. "If you enter a perfect place such as that, you have to be drained of all evil. When you leave, it will be returned. Remember your objective Rorek, never give up!"
The deity's ethereal voice vanished from Rorek's head completely.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight
Dead Undead

Rorek conjured Dharok's Great Axe, a gift from Gower, and smashed the blade into a battalion of undead warriors. The skeletons where sliced in half and fell back into the pentacle from whence they came. Rorek spun in a circle holding the axe, all undead that were hit by the spiraling death machine were instantly sliced in two. Rorek released his grip on the axe and let it go spiraling into another group of undead, destroying all of them. Rorek could see that the army was weakening, he raised the axe as high as he could above his head. He brought it down, cutting into the ground like butter. The ground shook with the force of the blow and a shock wave came rippling toward the remaining skeletons, sending them all back into the chthonian pentacle. One skeleton that Rorek hadn't noticed before crept up behind him. It gave a small grunt as it prepared to leap onto Rorek. Rorek heard the noise and grabbed the skeleton. With a mighty thrust he threw the skeleton back into the pentacle to join the others.
"Impressive," complimented the necromancer, " however, I have another warrior that's just....dying to meet you.
The necromancer snapped his fingers and a single undead warrior rose from the pentacle. The skeleton shuffled over to the necromancer. The necromancer grabbed the warriors sword and slit his thumb open, he then conjured a feather quill and crumpled strip of paper with another snap of his fingers. The necromancer then began to scribble figures upon the paper using the blood he had drawn. He then thrust this incantation onto the skeleton's forehead, obscuring what would have been its nose.
"Zaronelk," whispered the necromancer.
The skeleton suddenly collapsed on the floor and began howling and writhing in agony. It then began to swell immensely, doubling in size, it shakily got to its feet. It looked at its enlarged hands, as if startled by its transformation. It then smiled strangely, and uncoordinatedly lumbered towards Rorek.
Rorek braced himself, preparing for the battle. The skeleton reached Rorek and swung its gigantic arm at him, Rorek jumped and landed on the behemoth's outstretched arm. He smashed his axe into the creature's enormous head, chipping into the bone. The gigantic entity swung its arm and knocked Rorek off, sending sprawling on the floor of the chamber. The behemoth took advantage of this and kicked Rorek in the stomach, sending him hurtling into the wall. Rorek would not give up, he struggled to his feet and ran toward the skeleton, preparing to swing his axe as he went. The skeleton gathered energy to launch a blast but Rorek was too fast, He cut into the skeleton's legs, knocking him over. Surprised, the behemoth loosed the blast as he fell, sending the charge crashing into the ceiling. The force of the blast charred the ceiling and sent a shower of dirt down on them. Rorek took advantage of the skeleton's disorientation, he raised the axe like an executioner, ready to decapitate his victim, and prepared to destroy the beast. Suddenly the creature's hand shot out the billowing cloud of dust and clenched the handle of Rorek's axe. It lifted the axe, and Rorek with it, and threw both into the wall with all its might.
"Rorek!" shouted Orik, still ensnared within the necromancers spell.
Rorek hit the wall with a sickening crunch, he slid to the floor in a heap, where a thin stream of bright red blood trickled from his head. He could just hear the necromancer cackling triumphantly before he was engulfed in nothingness.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven
Necromantic Terror

Rorek angrily threw his sword into wall, where it came to a stop, embedded in the hard earth. Tears still wet in his eyes, he walked brokenly over to Orik.
"He...he's dead, isn't he," Orik asked hollowly, knowing the answer.
"we...we have to keep going, Orik," said Rorek, still shocked from what had happened.
Rorek's mind began sifting through all of Gower's adventures, and the times they had shared together. Rorek's feeling of overwhelming sadness turned to rage. He wanted revenge. Rorek quickened his pace down the dank tunnel, leaving Orik a few feet behind. Rorek continued down the tunnel, he encountered a thick, black wooden door. The door had several grimy locks and chains covering most of its surface to keep out unwanted guests. Rorek raised his arm, he muttered something unintelligible. Rorek's hand began to glow an igneous red color. He made a strange hand gesture and a brilliant beam of light shot out from his hand and engulfed the chains surrounding the door. The locks and chains disintegrated on contact with the fiery projectile and fell to the floor in a heap of ashes. Rorek gave the door a roundhouse kick. The door opened inwardly with a bang as it hit the wall. Rorek entered the chamber.
"Well," said an empty voice emanating from further into the room, "so you managed to make it past the shade intact?"
"Yes," growled Rorek, not mentioning Gower or Orik.
The lights slammed on showering the chamber in a sickly yellow light. It revealed musty walls and a strange man clad in red robes that covered his feet, standing in the center of the room. The man appeared to be very old, his hair a ghostly white.
"Who are you?" questioned Rorek as he took a step further into the room.
"I," said the man, "am a necromancer, and a very powerful one at that
"So it was you-" Rorek was cut off as the necromancer appeared inches in front of Roreks face.
"Yes," uttered the necromancer sarcastically, "it was me."
Rorek growled and reached for his sword, before he could unsheath it, the necromancer reappeared in his previous spot. Instantly the pentacle drawn on the floor that Rorek hadn't noticed before glew a bright white. Suddenly a vortex opened into the floor and an army of undead skeletons rose from the floor. The necromancer grinned eerily.
"Attack," breathed the necromancer
The entire army erupted in a fierce battle cry and charged with surprising speed across the chamber toward Rorek. Orik appeared in the doorway, out of breath. "Orik, it's him!" shouted Rorek as he ran for the oncoming army.
Orik seemed confused for a moment, then the message connected. It was the man who had sent the shade. Orik charged through the army of skeletons as they fought Rorek. Orik appeared at the other side of the battle infront of the necromancer. Orik recognized the man instantly
"You're the one who trapped me in ice cave!" yelled Orik.
"I am," grinned the necromancer.
Orik charged the necromancer and drew his sword. The two began a series of intricate moves, both perfectly counteracting the other's. Orik slashed the necromancer with his sword, cutting into his robes. "Impudent fool," laughed the necromancer, "you have no hope of defeating me in combat"
The necromancer raised his arm and a blue beam erupted from his finger tips. The blast collided with Orik, shoving him into the wall several feet away. Orik recovered and ran towards the necromancer, blade ready. The necromancer appeared behind Orik and kicked him in the back. Orik was knocked to the floor, temporarily incapacitated. The necromancer seized the opportunity, he spoke a word, and Orik was encased in a brilliant emerald cube of energy.
"Now that you are no threat to me," grunted the necromancer, "let's watch how your companion does against my army."

Chapter Six

Chapter Six
Death Of A Sage

The shade murmured an ancient curse in a language only it knew. Gower foresaw what it planned to do.
"SHIELD!!,'' bellowed Gower.
A brilliant emerald cube of light encased Orik. Bewildered, the shade instead aimed the ancient death curse at Gower.
Gower dodged a moment to late and the curse caught his robe. He was instantly engulfed in a torrent of silver fire. Gower's body fell to the floor as he was consumed in the blaze. Tears burned in Rorek's eyes as he watched Gower burn. Consumed with rage at the entity that had slain the mighty Sage, Rorek charged the shade with renewed vigor, and slashed into its billowing folds of darkness until the monster howled with pain. Rorek braced himself to deliver the death blow, but the being screamed and phased through the roof of the tunnel, leaving Rorek stunned, and confused.

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Two Mages, One Warrior, And A Shade

The trio silently descended into the gaping hole. The tunnel was infested with bugs, and the walls reeked of a sickening odor. The only light visible was the gentle pulsing glow coming from Gower's staff. They walked along the tunnel for minutes until Gower and Rorek stopped.
"You feel it too?" asked Rorek.
"I do," admitted the Sage. "I feel a powerful dark aura pulsating from ahead.
They ominously continued their trek through the foreboding corridor, Gower's staff appeared to burn with a greater intensity. As if out of nowhere, a pair of piercing green eyes shot of out the darkness. The disturbed entity flew down the tunnel with staggering speed, charging toward the group with a kamikaze look in its eerie green eyes.

Chapter Four

Chapter Four
Into The Tunnel

"I'm going to need a new house," murmured Orik as the trio trudged through the remnants of what used to be Orik's home.
"We better get going to East Ardougne and see if we can find a way into the blocked off half of the city," declared Sage Gower.

----Meanwhile----

"Check on the army!!,'' bellowed King Lathas.
"As you wish," sighed the necromancer.
The necromancer went into a trance like state momentarily.
"They're all fine," reported the necromancer.
"Oh, and I've gotten word from the Mourners. It appears they've collected another body." "Good, release the shade into the tunnels," laughed King Lathas.

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The trio made their way through the northern gates of the large city of East Ardougne.
"I've heard rumors about a man by the name of Edgar, that's been smuggling people into West Ardougne," said Gower.
They passed the market place where merchants were trying to sell goods, and occasionally slapping away the hands of shifty looking characters loitering around the stalls. They made their way through rows of houses, asking if the occupants knew of any Edgar in town. Finally they came to a big, two story house, with a tall fence encircling the yard. Orik, Rorek, and Gower knocked on the door to the house. The door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes peeked through.
"Who's there?" asked the man behind the door.
"Are you Edgar?" questioned Rorek.
The door opened wider.
"What do you want?" asked Edgar.
"We want a way to get into West Ardougne," said Orik.
"Come in," said Edgar.
Edgar led them around to the back of the house, were a bear patch of dirt and some shovels were in what's left of` a garden.
"Dig through here, It opens into a tunnel and leads into an unused dungeon. You should find a passage from there to the surface," instructed Edgar.
"Thank you for your assistance," said Gower.
"I'll start digging," volunteered Rorek.
"Wait,'' said Gower.
Orik walked onto the patch and stood over by Rorek.
Gower's staff began to glow. He tapped the butt of his staff into the earth.
"Atra Elom," said Gower.
The patch of scarred ground fell away, spraying a torrent of dust everywhere, and leaving the two brothers coughing on the floor of the tunnel.
"You could've warned us!!!," yelled the brothers in perfect unison.
"Sorry," laughed Gower.
"Let's see how you like it!," yelled the brothers.
''ATRA ELOM!"
The combined strength of their magical abilities sent the spell hurtling at Gower. Gower easily jumped it. He was about to yell at them when a sickening crunch sounded.
"MY HOUSE!!!!!" exploded Edgar.
''Ermm...We'll fix it later!" yelled Orik and Rorek, as they ran down the tunnel.
"Not again....." muttered Gower, as he began to chase after them.

Chapter Three

Chapter Three
Orik

Rorek and Gower fought their way through dozens of freezing ice warriors. They fired fireball, after fireball until the entire mass of frozen warriors were reduced to an ankle deep puddle of water. Then, in the corner of the cave, Rorek spotted a cage made out of solid ice, with an extremely cold man inside .
"Speak your name!'' commanded Rorek.
From inside the cage came bouts of shaky laughter.
"I see you're still dishing out orders," laughed a very cold Orik,"somethings never change."
"Orik!" exclaimed Rorek,"You're alive!?"
"Alive and kicking," laughed Orik shakily.
"Save the pleasantries for later. First things first, we need to free Orik from this cage," said Gower.
"Brace yourself Orik, I'm about to launch a fireball," cautioned Rorek.
"I'm ready," replied Orik.
Rorek loosed the spell and melted the cage that imprisoned Orik.
"Thank you, Brother," said Orik.
"Orik, you still haven't told us how you ended up down there," reminded Rorek.
"Well I was attacked by a band of soldiers that tried to capture me. But I somehow managed to elude them. It was strange, they all looked...peculiar," said Orik.
"How so?" questioned Gower.
"Well, their skin was pale, and their eyes were dull and lifeless. They never spoke at all. They looked as if they they had been-"
"Ressurected," finished Rorek.
"Exactly," agreed Orik.
"But where would Lathas enlist the help of a necromancer?" speculated Gower.
Out of nowhere, a man clad in a black cape and mask jumps out at them
"Stand and deli-" begins to say the man,before he is cut of.
Rorek raised his arm and blasted the thief without lifting his head.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two
Search For A Brother, Discovery Of A Cave

Rorek rushed out the door and ran as fast as he could to the Wizard's Guild. He burst through the giant blue double doors, and surprised a few of the Sages researching there. Rorek bolted up the winding, sky blue staircase, two at a time, towards the top chamber of the tower. He dashed past an unsuspecting Junior Mage, that was going the opposite direction, making the books he was carrying go tumbling down the flight of stairs. Rorek ran into Gower's study, where the Head Sage Gower, was busy reading. Gower listened as Rorek recounted the events that recently unfolded. As soon as Rorek was done, Sage Gower teleported them directly to the site of the mangled cottage, which a few days ago, was the undisturbed dwelling of Rorek's little brother.
"Rorek, you search the woods, directly east of here," said Gower, as he started walking,"I'll look near the river west of here"
"Agreed," said Rorek.
The duo searched for what seemed like hours, until Gower contacted Rorek, via a red flare from his staff, and Rorek came running.
"What did you find," inquired Rorek.
"I've found what looks like the entrance to a cave cleverly disguised as a decaying yew tree," responded Gower.
Gower gestured at his findings. Rorek took a closer look at the old yew tree and saw a large hole, slightly larger than a man, in the trunk of the tree.
"After you," said Rorek.
Gower dove head first into the hole, and landed with a resounding thud on the floor of the cave. Rorek leaped into the old tree after him. Instead of the sight of his little brother, Rorek and Gower were encompassed by about a hundred ice warriors.
"Not good.....," implied Rorek.

Chapter One

Chapter One
A Pillaged House, A Missing Brother

Rorek ran until his legs burned, and he couldn't run any farther. He had made it to Ardougne. It was a run down, plagued city. Its ruler was unwilling to help the plagued citizens of West Ardougne. His plan was to exterminate West Ardougne's population by spreading a deadly plague onto the animals, which would infect the farmers, and so on, until it would affect the entire city like dominoes by 'knocking over' the entire population. So he and his mourners could enter the city under the protection of plague suits, to extract West Ardougne's large sum of money. Rorek deeply opposed this, he planned to overthrow Lathas's corrupted empire.
He couldn't do it himself though. He'd need to enlist the help of his remaining clan members and recruit his rebelious little brother, Orik. Rorek teleported to Yanille, the city closest to Orik's home, to inform Orik of his plan. He was sure that Orik would be more than happy to help his cause. When Rorek arrived at the small forest clearing, east of Yanille, that Orik had hidden his small dwelling, Rorek was shocked to find that it had been pillaged by a renegade band of Black Knights. When Rorek reached the door of Orik's meager establishment, his idea was immediately confuted. The door was wrenched from its hinges, and a small red insignia was emblazoned on it. It was the mark of King Lathas's Army.
"But," stammered Rorek, "I witnessed their deaths! How can Lathas managed to have recruited this fast?!"
Rorek's mind traveled back to the time that the entire Gnomish population had been threatened. Rorek searched through the remains of the ruined house but his efforts were in vain. A torrent of angst and misery washed over him. He was unable to find his brother among the wreckage.

Before the Book

Now I will start to post the story that I have been recently working on. It is not a quick short story like Plight of the Gnomes, so it won't be added in a single post. I will also be posting other things in between the actual story that probably won't relate to it. So to avoid confusion between the book and the other posts, I will title the story posts according to the chapter. Please do not hesitate to leave a comment or a suggestion for my story. I am very picky about what I put into my work, so if you post a suggestion and I don't accept it, please do not take it personally. Now, onto the book. . .

Plight of the Gnomes

Here is my first attempt at creating a book about RuneScape. It is less detailed than the one I am currently working on, but I felt it should just be an example to set the stage for more to come.

-For the girl that helped me when i was new to runescape, if I could only remember her name...

Rorek charged the red dragon with a fiery determination and his dragon longsword. It hastily launched a fireball at him as a desperate attempt to survive his barrage of deadly swordplay. Brushing away the fiery projectile, Rorek ran straight toward the dragon and slid under its outstretched wing. Confused, the dragon tried to find where it's attacker had gone. While the dragon was disoriented, Rorek sheathed his sword. He hastily yanked his dragon dagger from his boot. He speedily slashed one of the crucial muscles for dragon flight. The dragon uttered an agonized roar in protest. The dragon was incapacitated, Rorek marveled at the gleaming scales rippling down the dragon's spine. Rorek pried the largest one from the dragon's back. Another agonized roar escaped the dragon's spiky jaw. Replacing his dagger, Rorek summoned the magic from the runes in his pack. Letting himself be engulfed in the familiar purple energy, Rorek formed the energy into an orb. Immediately there was a flash of blinding light. When the light cleared, he recognized the welcoming sight of The Varrok Fountain looming ahead of him. As Rorek dropped the orb, a wave of sound overcame him. The shouting of merchants and adventurers was everywhere. Rorek made his way through the ocean of people to the Varrok West Bank. Rorek went to a booth to deposit his scale and spotted his favorite banker. They warmly exchanged greetings and Rorek handed him the dragon scale. Rorek set off for Ardougne, to settle some unfinished business. He was just passing the gates into Taverly, when an extremely flustered gnome approached him.
"They're coming!!! They're coming!!!!!" cried the gnome frantically.
"Who's coming? Explain yourself!" yelled Rorek, matching the gnome's volume.
"The Kalphite Queen and The King Black Dragon!!" screamed the gnome, "King Shareen sent me to request help!"
"What?!?!?!" roared Rorek, "Why couldn't they have attacked the ogres instead..." he muttered.
Rorek telepathically contacted The Mage Gower, head of the wizard's guild in yanille.
"We have an urgent dilemma! The Kalphite Queen and The King Black Dragon are coming to destroy the Tree Gnome Stronghold! Send all the mages who have any fighting experience as soon as possible!!" Rorek severed the mental link before Mage Gower had a chance to respond. Rorek thanked the gnome and warned the dwarves, Lathas' Elite Warriors, and his own small clan of warriors in a similar fashion. Then he himself went to the Gnome Stronghold to await the attack of the mightiest beings of Geilinor. When Rorek arrived at the Stronghold, Glough informed him that a scout had been sent ahead to see if it the two beasts were attacking alone. If it wasn't, only Saradomin knows the outcome of this battle. When the scout came back his face was white as a sheet, and he looked like he had seen Zaros himself. "Report your observation!" barked Rorek. A steady stream of curses spoken in the old gnomish language flowed from the scout's mouth.
"They're not alone, a saw a fleet of dragons flying behind them!"
Panic enveloped the warriors.
"Don't worry! I have a plan!" yelled Rorek attempting to calm the frightened warriors. Everyone crowded around Rorek to hear. "The gnome rangers could shoot down the dragons. My best rangers will assist you." Somewhere in the crowd a cheer came up from a group of gnomes.
"I'm not done yet....." scowled Rorek, " Don't aim to kill, just incapacitate their ability to fly. The dragons are to valuable to Gielinor to kill. Lathas' Elite Warriors, you attempt to ambush the King Black Dragon from behind. We'll split the mages into three sections, one section entangle the dragons after my rangers and the gnomes finish arching. The next two groups will charge Fire Waves (or fire blasts if your not strong enough) and cast them at the Kalphite Queen, and the same with the King Black Dragon. I'll lead the remaining members of my clan, and the dwarves, into an all out full frontal assault."
The dwarves grinned at Rorek's plan. Everyone cheered in approval and even a few scattered battle cries could be heard from the battalion of warriors. The two great beasts arrived at sunrise the following morning leaving a billowing cloud of dirt and dust in their wake. They were closely shadowed by the foreboding fleet of incoming dragons. It was a long and brutal battle. The mages and gnomes proved capable of handling the dragons. The dwarves however, were unfortunately not as lucky. The Kaphite Queen overpowered them and the entire dwarven population dwindled dangerously that day. The Mage Gower was able to mass teleport the remaining colony of dwarves back to the welcoming mines of Keldagrim, the massive dwarven city. With the great assistance of the Senior Mages, Rorek and his clan were able to slay the Kalphite Queen. But the wretched beast took five of Rorek's friends with it to the grave. A similar fate befell the unfortunate soldiers of Lathas' Elite Warriors. Some of the men made an attempt for escape, but the attentive Dragon quickly slew the scattering warriors. Rorek and The Mage Gower delivered the final death blow to the King Black Dragon with Dharok's mighty Great Axe. Finally the bloody war was over, and the gnomes could live in peace once more. Rorek gave an honorable burial to the brave heroes that were slain that day. Astonishingly none of the mages knew a healing spell for dragons. The Mage Gower and our hero Rorek mass healed the injured dragons. They were free to go back to the lives they had before the two mighty beasts controlled them. Gower congratulated, and graciously thanked the surviving battalion of warriors for facing down such a battle. He then took Rorek as his apprentice and taught him highly advanced spells and incantations for various eventualities. As they entered the large double doors, Sedridor, the head mage of the famous Wizard's Tower, and Mage Gower's colleague, congratulated him. After being rewarded with a generous amount of powerful runes, Rorek set off for Ardougne, to settle some unfinished business...

Note: The Kalphite Queen mentioned in the story is a gigantic spider.

Introduction

Hello, and welcome to my domain. This is what I hope to be a place where anyone can come and read a good (I hope) story. In whatever time I have available, I will try and post the story I am writing about a wonderful online role playing game called RuneScape. I need to make a few things clear first: I DID NOT INVENT THE ENTIRE CONTENTS OF THE STORY! Now, that doesn't mean I copied and pasted the entire thing from somewhere either. The setting is in the game of RuneScape, which I did NOT create. The characters are mostly my ideas. And some of the weapons are NOT my creation. I do not want you to think I am a genius who invented the entire thing at age 13, but I still would like you to think of me as a future author. Now, after that's over with, there is one more thing I'd like to take care of before I shove you into the depths of text that i have made.

I feel that I need to introduce the characters of my story:

Rorek: a young man of 21 with ambition, and strength. He has a love for magic, in all shapes and forms, even though he is a mage, he is still quite skilled in the ways of physical combat. He has possession of considerable knowledge for his young age.

Orik: Rorek's little brother, but not by much. Orik is less skilled in the magical arts than his older brother, but if necessary, he can be a fairly formidable opponent in either magic or might. Though he usually prefers the latter of the two methods.

Gower: the head mage at the prestigious Wizard's Guild in the small town of Yanille. He is a formidable magical fighter that relies on wit rather than muscle. Although he is a busy man, he finds time to be friends with the fierce young prodigy, Rorek.

P.S. If you would like to look me up in the game of RuneScape, my username is Dark Magi482. Please feel free to talk to me about any questions you may have, or any comments about my story that you would like to give.