I'm Alive...woo...

For everybody (if anybody really does read this) that has noticed that my due date for the change is LONG overdue...I'M STILL BREATHING I DIDN'T FALL OFF A CLIFF. So...I just needed to let you know that I'm still working on it :/ Don't expect anything totally awesome just because i took longer than i expected. But keep checking back every now and then...Eventually I'll finish my task and you can enjoy.

Major Changes

Hello, this is the first non-story post that I've made. Sorry, but this is going to be the last one of any post for a while. I've decided to make some major changes in the beginning of the storyline, so I'm going to have to take out, and alter much of it. Fortunately, Plight of the Gnomes will remain the same. For those of you that read this blog, and like the way the story goes so far, sorry, but, I'll give you about a month from March 13, give or take a few days, to copy what you like onto a word processor. I AM NOT GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO USE THIS COPY OR ANY OTHER COPY YOU MAKE FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOUR OWN VIEWING. For those of you who don't particularly like the beginning part of the story, and welcome some change, sorry, but you'll have to wait a month.

-Soren

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Demonic Assistance

The necromancer charged a fireball and loosed the blast towards Rorek. Rorek launched his own blast and the spells collided in mid-air, causing a large explosion that washed the room with light. Rorek created two spheres of electricity in each of his hands and hurled them at the necromancer as hard as he could. the necromancer jumped, and dodged the first spell, but the second caught him off guard. The projectile hit the necromancer full in the chest, sinking into his body on contact, the force of the blow sending him sliding several feet back across the floor.
"Resoreck," breathed the necromancer, as he crouched on the floor with pain.
A pale red demon erupted from the earth, showering soot and sparks everywhere. The chthonian being turned to face Rorek; The glint in its malevolent purple eyes sending shivers down Rorek's spine. Rorek charged a fire blast and shot it towards the demon. The demon deflected the spell with two beams of parralell energy that it shot from its eyes. Rorek leaped out of the way as the demon shot a fireball from its outstretched hand. The demon laughed as Rorek evaded the spell, and shot another fireball that hit Rorek in the leg. Rorek felt the hair on his calve singe, despite his new armor that shielded most of the impact. He swore under his breath and summoned a mist of magical energy that he formed into a tangible sword. He ran for the demon, weilding his makeshift sword and lept into the air in front of the demon. The demon raised its arms to shield itself and gave a roar of anguish as Rorek shoved the sword through its heart. A black pool of blood formed on its chest, and the demon fell from the air where it had been levitating.

"Terra orenk," whispered the necromancer as the demon fell into the portal that he had just conjured.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Imprisoned

Orik slowly opened his eyes, unsure of the events that had just unfolded. In a second it all came rushing back to him: The shade, the necromancer, even the skeleton. Orik cautiously peered around him, confused by his surroundings. He appeared to be in a small stone chamber. It took him a minute t o realize that he was still entrapped in the necromancer's spell, the emerald cube of light. Orik tried to move his arms, but found that they were shackled to the wall behind him, using a metal pair of gauntlets. He lowered his gaze to his feet, which were also similarly encased. Orik tried with all his might to break free of the prison that held him, still feeling the anger toward the necromancer. Orik felt his determination weakening with every attempt to free himself. Orik made a closer inspection of the gauntlets that held him; The well built shackles looked to be constructed from the powerful metal of Runite. Once Orik realized this, all the intent to break them dissolved in a matter of seconds.

"Rorek," he said to himself, "I sorely hope that you are handling things better than I am."

And with a last weary sigh, Orik fell back into the dark depths of unconsciousness.

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.