Night of the Sea Slug

Falador had descended into chaos, with citizens running as fast as they could form the White Knights who marched after them, swords raised and ready to kill. Others such as Bruce Brysworth and Mark Theobald were duelling with the Knights and generally avoiding to be killed.

"I can't keep this up much longer! I've already been cut in the leg!" Mark exclaimed as he edged backwards while duelling.

"Keep fighting! They're not invincible!" Bruce called to him while keeping on his toes from a Knight who was rather swift.

Outside of the city walls Raef looked through a crack to glimpse the violence. He could see Mark and Bruce stumbling about and decided he had to try and get back in whatever the cost; it was his duty to Sir Amik and his city. Behind him he could see the hordes of sea slugs watching him, waiting to attack and possess him. Their large fat bodies wriggled and slithered across the wet grass towards a crack in the wall where they could enter without being noticed. He could try getting through the city gate, but it would be far too heavy for him to open up alone. Seeing a large gap in the wall to the south, he began to make his way along to it, but not before killing a sly slug which was stalking him from behind with another of his darts.

King Harmon Reeves watched the city below him from his window, and turned to Tarqinder, Tony, Dancus and Raiah.

"The time of the attack nears, and it is now down to you to defend the city. The Paladins will help you and all the citizens have hidden away in their homes. The Seers predicted an attack from the coast of Witchaven, so hurry, and do what you must," Harmon ordered.

"It's just like the economy crisis all over again; Ardougne becomes a battlefield," Tony noted, before making his way out of the room with Dancus and Raiah.

Tarqinder stopped and turned to face Harmon, alone.

"Hide yourself, and whatever happens, do not open the doors to anyone. For all you know they could be under the influence of sea slugs," Tarqinder said firmly.

"I'll be fine, I know a thing or two about keeping things quiet," Harmon said. "Good luck, Tarqinder."

"Thank you."

Tarqinder went after the others and left Harmon to look in despair; would his city ever be safe?