The Claws of Sharkros

A shop in Falador blew up. Many men had been stashing weapons and explosive potions in their homes. Now they are being put to use.

"Damn knights! You cannot save us! You can't do your jobs properly! And frankly, we're sick of your rule!" a man shouted, hurling a sword which struck a knight in the chest. He collapsed to the floor, coughing up blood. Some of the Varrockian refugees had also joined the riot.

Those innocent citizens that were not in the riot were hiding in the castle, from both rioters and sea creatures. But the sea life had not come... yet.

It has been confirmed. The whole planet could not deny it. The rulers of each kingdom were trying to reassure their subjects, and started building up defences. The freak weather continued, and sea levels rose slightly. The dwarves of Keldagrim were the only ones laughing it off. They think they are safe, tucked away underground.

But nothing can escape the claws of Sharkros.

Tarqinder and Mark were standing absolutely still. There were three Aviantese outfitting them with various weapons, and special lightweight armour. Tony had been whisked away mysteriously, but when he entered the room soon after, it looked like the room was going to explode. Tony had massive golden armour, covered in spikes and various melee weapons attached. He was holding a massive flail. He was completely covered in golden armour, and even had a horned full helmet.

"If this is the final battle... let's make it one to remember!" he grinned.

"Sharkros has revealed himself and his plot. Such an unexpected move... but nonetheless, he must taken down!" Rax barked from his throne.

"We take you down now, then we will help when the invasion starts. We are always watching - you can rely on us!" Gara squawked.

Before anything could be said, the trio were pushed out of the window. They fell a thousand metres... but they hit a really sogt flowerbed unharmed.

"This is Falador, and the invasion has started!" Mark shouted.

"It's a riot, actually. This what Sharkros would have wanted - people destroy each other before he can destroy them!" Tony replied.

Farrell opened his eyes. He was so lucky to be alive. He was on the Varrockian wall, and he could only see Phillip Styne.

"What happened?" Farrell sputtered.

"I'm such a great medic. I've helped heal your wounds, and I even gave you CPR. Look around you, there's no one here... only the king and his servants."

"Darako! I-"

"Don't worry about that now. We are about to be invaded by sea creatures, and the Red Mist are going to find a way out soon! I can sense it!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get biz-ay!"