Black Sun

"Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven."

Day 2, 9:45 PM

The zombie horde had spread from Gunnarsgrun eastward and northward. Edgeville was destroyed, and the Monastery went dark. Varrock had mobilizrd its forces and assembled defenses to combat the undead threat. If Varrock's population was infected, the horde would be nearly unstoppable. Of course, King Roald expected a quick and easy victory, unlike in the 4th Age attack of Avarrocka, the zombies had no powerful leader. They were unorganized. And of course, he was wrong.

Wooden spears stretched from the stone walls to the Grand Exchange entrance on the west side. Behind them, wooden crates, boxes, barrels, and whatever the guards could assemble. And behind that, the very guards themselves. It was foolish to put so many defenses in one entrance. The guards had held off the swarms from the east, but zombies had found their way in from the north gate and through the sewer systems. Varrock was in chaos.

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"Your Majesties, we must flee." Aeonisig Raisipher said to King Roald. Next to him sat the Queen Ellamaria. "Good men are dying to keep the undead from infiltrating the palace as we speak."

"Fine. We will go." said King Roald.

Suddenly, a zombie's torso broke through the window. Ellamaria shrieked as Roald pulled her back and the advisor stepped in between the window and the royalty. The zombie screeched and clawed through the air, trying to get it's whole body inside. Before it could, Captain Rovin burst through the door and flying tackled the zombie. It's spine snapped as it's torso broke from the waist. The corpse half and the captain hit the wall, where Rovin proceeded to beat the zombie before slashing it's head off.

"We have to move." said Rovin, getting to his feet. Two more guards came into the room to help. After calimg down the queen, they ran into the courtyard, where guards courageously fought off oncoming zombies. The Guardsmen managed to keep the zombies away from the king and queen enough for them to make it into the town square. A large carriage was waiting for them. The royalty and the advisor got into the carriage.

"But what of you?" asked Ellamaria.

"I must stay here," answered Rovin, "these men will need some sort of leader. Sir, it's been an honor serving you."

"Likewise. Good luck to you." Roald said.

Raisipher nodded as the carriage rode off, towards the safety of Lumbridge.

When they rode out of sight, Rovin turned to the two guards.

"Mobilize a squad, cover the King's retreat." He told them. The guards nodded and jogged away.

Rovin ran back into the Palace courtyard to rally the survivors.

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