GuthixSupreme1

My first fanfic, about another God War..

The Beginning
A story of when Saradomin, the MahJarrat and Zamorak have an all out war, the many other Gods involve themselves aswell and it seems that only the true followers of peaceful Guthix can stop this, but will they do it before it's too late? The year being 298 of the fifth age, perhaps moving onto a sixth..? ""The God Wars II""

Meanwhile an unknown evil stirs in the Varrock Digsite and the workers have no clue how many lives shall be lost if they continue...

Part 1; Invasion
Gatherer, the son of a Druid in Taverly shut his eyes and worshipped the Summoning Obelisk, thanking Guthix for his increase of his ability. Outside he heard the clang of swords. "The war," Gatherer sighed. "BANDOS!!" a voice roared. "No! The Ogres are coming!" a small dwarf voice cried. Gatherer stood to alert. The dwarves and gnomes had recently retreated to Catherby for being forced out by the Goblins and Ogres. Now they return.. "RETREAT TO BURTHORPE!" Gatherer heard his Father yell. Burthorpe was neutral with them, they supported Seren ever since the elves made a retreat. It seemed all the races were being chased out their homes by Bandos, Zamorak and the Mahjarrat. Gatherer raced out of the basement to see Pikkupstix summon a Pyrelord to fight off massive humanlike creatures. "FLAME!" one cried, sadly. As the distraction chased off the Ogres temporarily, everybody in the village fled to Burthorpe, except one small, crippled man in Druid Robes. As the Ogres returned he raised his hands and they froze. "WUH!?" one roared. "You filthy Bandos followers, have an alliance with Armadyl and Saradomin then? Well the Saradomin Monks know nothing but destruction, they will wipe you out," he chuckled. A slightly more intelligent goblin at the side of the ogres motioned him to go on. "Join Zamorak, the true, Zamorak, the mighty, Zamorak," he roared throwing off his robe. Hazeel

So as the Bandos, the God of War, Goblins, Ogres etc, Zamorak, the god of evil, Enakhra, a MahJarrat of Zamorak, Zemouregal, another MahJarrat of Zamorak, and Hazeel, yet another MahJarrat, alliance took the western regions of Gielinor, in the east, the Saradomin, God of Order, Armadyl, God of Good, the Desert Gods of the Desert and Marimbo the God of monkies alliance siezed the lands, for a greater good.

In the middle, Guthix and Seren remained, waiting to be crushed at the hands of two massive armies. Zamorak's fleet seemed to be getting there first..

Part 2; 301
The next day, a white, god-like figure approached Burthorpe. "I AM HAZEEL!" he boomed,"WE SHALL GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE TO SURRENDER! THE ORACLE OF ICE MOUNTAIN HAS BEEN DEFEATED!" A figure appeared in his arms, with a battered body, the only good MahJarrat, Oracle. Gatherer suddenly remembered what the Oracle once told him, "It is upto you to save them, your voice shall give them hope and you will gather them, Gatherer..." "NO!" Gatherer roared. The Druids, Burthorpe Army, Elves, Dwarves and Gnomes cheered and Hazeel looked stunned, then angry. Ice Warriors appeared around him. "YOU SHALL NOT DEFY! ONE LAST BATTLE! MUSTER ALL OF YOUR ARMY AND MEET AT THE CLAN WARS ARENA YOU FOOLISH WORM!" Hazeel shrieked before dropping Oracle and walking back to Catherby. "I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED MAHJARRAT!" Gatherer yelled.

Gatherer joined his Father as he took a list of the warriors coming. "Son, check this, there's not enough! Out of the ten thousand Guthix followers in Gielinor, only five hundred have joint to fight the fifty thousand of Zamorak's fleet!" he said, concerned. "I know, we won't win," Gatherer sighed. A glint appeared in his Father's eye. "We'll take down as many as we can," he grinned.

As the news got out that the battle was merely just to weaken Zamorak's forces, people left. Three hundred and one remained. Gatherer sat by a wall with his friends, Yron the story teller and Plot, a small man with damaged arms. "So us three and 298 more people will weaken Zamorak's forces," he sighed. "YEAH! I can't wait to hold a shield to my face, fight with a large sword, oh my dreams have lead to me this! The Oracle said I will help the battle be won!" Plot grinned. "Perhaps we have a chance afterall?" Gatherer pondered. "The Oracle told me I'd survive the battle," Yron shrugged. "He told me I will save them, I'll give hope and.. gather them," Gatherer repeated the words that inspired him earlier. Drums rang out over Catherby and a force was seen exitting the gate, heading to Clan Wars via Ice Mountain. "We must head off," Gatherer told his friends.

A few hours later, the Guthix 301 were at Clan Wars, preparing their tactics. Gatherer's Father, Warrior, had been announced as General and he was discussing with Plot, whom was very clever, Gatherer, King Bolren of the gnomes, Commander Veldagrim of the dwarves and a mysterious elf leader. "There is a small path they could follow to get round behind us, we should cover it or the demise will happen," Plot said. "Yes Plot, where in the formation will you take place?" Bolren asked. "I am at the far front, I cannot hold a shield with my arms but I can hold a dagger," Plot smiled, waiting for a response like; "You're a very brave young man," "PREPOSTEROUS! We cannot let you fight! You will weaken the formation," Bolren gasped. "I'm afraid he's right," Warrior said, sadly. "But I've got to fight? All my friends-" Plot began. "Go home Plot, you'll be safe," the elven leader said, with a sad shake of the head. "NO! I WILL MAKE THIS BATTLE BE WON! THE ORACLE SAID! THE ORACLE SAID..." his voice faded as he fled off into the Wilderness. "I hope he's alright," Gatherer said, quietly.

As the Guthix fleet entered the arena, from the other side, Zamorak's fleet could be seen preparing for war. They didn't set up a camp, they thought the Guthix Fleet would be minced in seconds. "We are the 300 Guthix, THIS IS GIELINOR AND WE SHALL DEFEND IT!" Warrior was roaring. It happened so fast, the fence went down, arrows came flying and the battle began...