RuneScape - Voyage Into Apocalypse

 This article, RuneScape - Voyage Into Apocalypse, is a Role-Play Article.

Basic Idea
The planet Gielinor is much bigger than initially thought. The whole of space is completely different to what was thought as well. Immortals stand above the humans, and aliens and their schemes wait in silence. The space race is reaching its peak with Misthalin, Asgarnia and Kandarin all racing to get into space. While this is all happening though, there is something hiding in the shadows that could tear all of this existence apart, and its slowly crashing all realities together and with the biggest secret of all eternity...

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Participants
User:Haru Axeman
 * Mr. Garrison 21:58, 25 February 2008 (UTC)
 * Arnie 21:24, 14 June 2008 (UTC)
 * 22:01, 14 June 2008 (UTC)
 * Fegaxeyl 07:22, 15 June 2008 (UTC)
 * ToaBionicle 09:11, 15 June 2008 (UTC)

Characters
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Mr. Garrison

 * Name: John Redson
 * Age: Unknown, legends say that he is much older than he looks
 * Morals: To travel and to keep peace
 * Career: Explorer/Torchwood Field Member


 * Name: Nardih
 * Age: 52
 * Morals: To know
 * Career: Seer

The evil dude

 * Name: The Kharzavores
 * Age: Unknown (each has a lifespan of a few centuries)
 * Morals: Unknown
 * Career: Alien warriors


 * Name: Saltius
 * Age: 30
 * Morals: Working with the Kharzavores
 * Career: Politician

Jigo22

 * Name: Drake
 * Age: 18
 * Morals: Finding undiscovered animal species.
 * Career: Expert Summoner.


 * Name: Earl Right
 * Age: 36
 * Morals: Write a book about animals for Drake
 * Career: Reporter/Writer

Fegaxeyl

 * Name: Bruce Brysworth
 * Age: 38
 * Morals: Explorer/adventurer
 * Career: Explorer/adventurer, CEO of Brysworth Expeditions

ToaBionicle

 * Name: The Assassin
 * Age: 12,688 years
 * Morals: Bringing peace
 * Career: Wanderer


 * Name: The Traveller
 * Age: 12,488 years
 * Morals: Bringing peace
 * Career: Wanderer


 * Name: Prototype
 * Age: 16 years.
 * Morals: Heling The Assassin
 * Career: Unemployed


 * Name: The Guardian
 * Age: 12,999
 * Morals: Escape
 * Career: Unemployed

Haru Axeman
This user has currently withdrawn from VIA due to horrible continuity glitches.


 * Name: Haru Samazanba Axeman
 * Age: Unknown. physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace, find "The Ultimate Monster, just for the purpose of a challenge.
 * Career: Self-employed mechanic, alchemist, muscle-for-hire, pilot, brewer, chef, curator, and carpenter.


 * Name: Kyushi
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Stay by Haru's side, kill things
 * Career: Employed by Haru. Well, it's not so much employed as mentally bonded... (Or is that physical?)


 * Name: Kaia
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Protect Haru
 * Career: Haru's sister, so she's honour-bound to work in his clan.


 * name: Taiki Samazanba
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace, find "The Ultimate Monster, just for the purpose of a challenge.
 * Career: self-employed mechanic, alchemist, muscle-for-hire, pilot, brewer, chef, curator, and carpenter. Most notably, currently nuclear physicist's son, from Earth.


 * Name: Tairin Samazanba
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Protect Taiki, invent new gadgets.
 * Career: Taiki's sister, pilot, and inventor.


 * Name: Tengu Sitsudou
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Stay with Taiki and Tairin, destroy things, make EMP bombs.
 * Career: Taiki's adopted brother, Tairin's lab assistant, pilot.


 * name: Alice M'lei
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace.
 * Career: ballerina, and jeweller. also very good at fencing and kendo.


 * name: Kairin M'lei
 * Age: Unknown. physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace.
 * Career: Ballerina, and jeweller. Also very good at fencing.


 * Name: Natalia M'lei
 * Age: Unknown. physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace.
 * Career: Ballerina, and jeweller. Very good at kenjutsu.


 * Name: Atticus Xyxzlyyxzrylcrysxylmyzxxycryslyxlrhyzphyllyx
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace, find "The Ultimate Monster, just for the purpose of a challenge.
 * Career: Self-employed mechanic, alchemist, muscle-for-hire, Temporal pilot, brewer, chef, curator, courier, and carpenter.


 * Name: Ryurin Xyxzlyyxzrylcrysxylmyzxxycryslyxlrhyzphyllyx
 * Age: Unknown; physically somewhere around 15.
 * Morals: Recklessly explore, bring peace, find "The Ultimate Monster, just for the purpose of a challenge.
 * Career: Self-employed mechanic, alchemist, muscle-for-hire, Temporal pilot, brewer, chef, curator, courier, and carpenter. Also works Atticus's TT capsule's engines.

Chapter 1: The End
''John looked into the dark, and the dark looked into him. He could see the whole of creation, and plenty of other things which made no sense to him...''

"What do you see?" John Redson asked.

Nardih, a Seer opened his eyes.

"You might not want to know," he replied.

"For goodness sake, I'm old enough of take a bit of bad news," John snapped.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but you are going to see darkness, and it will see you, and the fabric of all time and space will crash down around you an avalanche, the deadliest secret ever will spill into your mind."

"What?"

"It's the end."

"But how? I have to die in the Eastern Lands destruction."

"That's what you think. You escape that and become a forgotten god living in his imagination in the north polar regions of Gielinor."

"But I met that person! I met myself?!"

"Oh it does not matter. All of that can change, because this secret can stop all of your life's continuity; in fact it can break the continuity of everything."


 * Mr. Garrison 21:09, 14 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 2: Farewell on the Jetty
Bruce Brysworth stood on the jetty, talking to Drauss and the Curator.

"So... let me just check what have to do," Bruce said. "First I have to sail north? Due north?"

"Pretty much," replied Drauss.

"And when I reach it, then what?"

"The Instrumorph will guide you to your goal." The Curator answered.

Bruce held up a rectangular, silver object with a throbbing, glowing red lump in the middle. "This is the Instrumorph?"

The Curator nodded.

"Good. Now, Drauss, I hear you have updated my boat in some way or another?"

Drauss, who had just started eating a banana, muttered, "Huh? Wha? Oh [gulp] yeah. If we just hop aboard...!" They walked down the gangplank. The Curator slithered behind them onto the vessel. "Now," said Drauss as they arrived, "Thanks to the readings we took from the Silvorbs we have been able to mirror their technology almost perfectly. In fact," he said, pointing at the glittering sails, "All the sails are Silvorb-tech based, and as they come with Smart Chips they can tell how to move appropriately in the weather or wind strength."

Bruce nodded as they walked down to the stern of the vessel.

"The rudder is computer controlled - I'll get to that bit in a minute - and in case the winds are weak we have a focus-tube here. And in case things are going really slow..." Drauss opened a latch under the huge wooden barrel and hit a button. There was a roaring and the sails billowed outwards. "It comes with a turbo option too."

"Won't the sails rip?" Bruce asked.

Drauss beckoned to the Curator. He walked over. Drauss held the Curator's arm and tried to rip it as hard as he could. Nothing happened.

"Virtually invulnerable. Now, the computer."

They went into the spacious cabin. At the front was the Bridge, which was dominated by a large computer bank. Several screens and holograms were projected around the room. "Everything on the ship can be controlled through here. You've got sails, rudder, lights, emergency propellers - even a state of the art defence system." Drauss escorted Bruce to a large group of screens. They were showing pictures of various parts of the boat, through cameras.

"Now," Drauss began, "The ship is equipped with surveillance cameras, as you can see. But it doesn't stop there. You've got radar and sonar, Infrared through Ultraviolet; unless you aren't there to control it, the ship will spot anything and everything. And it'll probably work even if you aren't there either."

"Well that's all well and good but how do I defend the ship?"

"Simple - there are automated E-turrets, two Flux Cannonades, and out of the bow cargo bay - " Drauss punched a button. Gantries hissed and whined, and as the two huge doors at the fore of the boat opened out came " - An Ion Cannon."

Drauss shut it again. "Oh, and I almost forgot - this Bridge will become a bunker if needs be, but I won't show you. If you've got any navigational problems, check the GPS. Need to ask the GDG something? There's radio and video link thanks to our extensive orbital coms system. And then, of course, there's the user's manual." Drauss took out a huge book and gave it to Bruce. It was very heavy.

"Is that it?"

"Yep," said Drauss.

Five minutes later the ship had pulled out of it's mooring and was slowly creeping towards the horizon. Drauss and the Curator watched it go. Then they left.

--Fegaxeyl 07:53, 15 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 3: Corruption within the Government
About hundreds of people were standing in the centre of Varrock. All were cheering and clapping, and occasionally booing. There was a tall man upon the podium.

"Elect me as minister of Misthalin, and things will change! More home security, more money for all! No more homeless, and best of all, this handsome face shall represent Misthalin!" Saltius smiled to the crowd.

"But will you keep your promises?" asked a man with a fedora. He had an abyssal whip in his pocket.

"Oh, but I will. I know you lot have been hearing rumours about a space race, well, its damn true! Once I am minister, Gielinor shall touch the stars! All I can say now is there are four rockets at four corners of the world!"

Saltius walked away from the crowd, followed by some annoying journalists. Some time later, he arrived at his house. But there was something wrong. There was a teleport pod in his house. Saltius climbed inside, pressed a button and he was in a different place. There was machinery and computers everywhere.

Not to mention the large, blue aliens walking around. The Kharzavores (Pictures are worth a thousand words). Saltius had been contacted some months ago by these strange beings. They helped him get to his current rank within Misthalin's government. Now they are helping him get to minister.

"Just one more day, General Galvan" Saltius saluted to the largest Kharzavore in the room.

"Good. The plan is working" Galvan hissed in a terrible, graining and rasping voice.

"If I may ask sir, could you use your abilities to tell me whether I will win for definite?"

"I need not do that. Success is guaranteed. For my gift of fore-sight is not to be used frequently!"

"Okay sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Wait, my sight has activated! And terrible things are on the way! The darkness is coming! A Universal Rift must be stopped by a hero whom must sacrifice himself! Another human must brave the perils of a mirror universe! The spawn of Garlak-Minor must be faced! Last of all, the known Universe may be destroyed seven times at least!"

Galvan collapsed on the floor. He then got up again.

"Go human! I must rest... something has given me terrible visions...true visions..."

Saltius went back to the teleport pod, but before he whisked away, he look out of the window. There was Gielinor. And he was aboard a very large freighter.

Arnie 08:21, 15 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 4 : Stranded
When we last saw ToaBionicle's heroes, they were shipwrecked on a remote island in the Karamjan Sea.

Day One, 8.00 am

The Assassin awoke, face down in the damp sand. He stood up, spitting sand from his mouth and rubbing his eyes. His clothes were soaking, water from his hood dripping into his face. He hadn't lost his amulet, but he had lost something rather more important - where were his comrades, his brother and Prototype. He frantically searched the surrounding area, desperately looking out to sea. He searched his pocket. He still had the Tele-pebble.

"I want to go to my brother." He said firmly, almost crushing the stone in his hands. "I WANT TO GO TO MY BROTHER!" he screamed, his voice straining, tears streaming from his eyes. The pebble did nothing. It had stopped glowing. The Assassin searched his pack and retrieved some runes, forcefully throwing them on the ground. But when he looked again, he saw that they were only rune essence.

Putting back on his pack, he ran into the forest.

Day One, 10.00 am

There was no sign of the Traveller or Prototype. The Assassin had set himself up a small shelter made from the twigs and leaves he had found in the jungle that looked out to sea. He knew that staying in one spot was illogical, but he couldn't draw himself away from the spot where he had landed. The spot where he lost his friends. The spot where he became physiologically trapped. And then, as if from no-where, he saw a grey blob on the horizon.

The Assassin stood up immediately and rushed to shore, running wildly into the water and swimming towards the blob. In minutes he was under, drowning and resurrecting continuously. After a few minutes, he swam back to shore, releasing a body full of water onto the sand from his lungs. He knelt on the shore and screamed out to sea. He stared down at his shadow.

Suddenly, the shadow grew. A human hand placed itself upon The Assassin's shoulder. The hand was followed by a ripped, soaking slave robe. The Assassin looked up and uttered one word.

"Brother?"

Chapter 5: Collision Course
Year 200

Hell is the worst place you can be right now. The Deathworms are screaming, as the whole dimension is moving. A destructive force has taken great effect on many Universes and dimensions.

Anyway, Hell has collided with the Eternal Void, making a large hole in it. The quintillions of dead souls are taken by surprise, and both dimensions are shaking. Some souls have unintentionally fallen out into the Runiverse. And a spiritual throne has toppled. The throne of Angeror.

Angeror became the unquestioned ruler of the Void. But he is just a ghost, an echo of his former self. Angeror screamed, and most of the souls fled. They can all tell that reality could collapse soon...

Angeror jumped through the gap of dimensions, and he is back in his Runiverse. But then suddenly, his soul exploded. His soul is in 12 shards, and each shard has been floating in space until a strange being chucked them into the time vortex. Now all 12 shards are through random time zones, random locations. But who would want a fragment of such an evil being like Angeror?

Year 188 (back at present time)

A shard fell from the sky, and it struck an inanimate scarecrow in Lumbridge. The scarecrow suddenly twitched. The scarecrow started to stumble away from its post. Its face suddenly distorted a bit, and it grew teeth. Its nose fell off, and its eyes turned demonic.

Lets review the situation. A shard of Angeror's soul has possessed a scarecrow, and turned it into a monster. A word flashed in the scarecrow's new mind; Kharzavores.

"And the new minister is Saltius!" cried the announcer, and everyone cheered. Saltius approached the podium.

"I shall bring Misthalin into a new age. Hopefully the rest of Gielinor shall follow. The four rockets have already been built, and stationed at the four corners. I have chosen 4 special people to be the first to experience space travel. If this is successful, then space travel will become public and available to you!"

More cries of pleasure and joy.

"Two of the chosen pilots have requested not to be revealed, but I have invited Drauss of the Gielinor Defender Group to be a pioneer. We'll have to await his approval. The other one is Lord Tanekel, who may be familiar to you all. The rockets will launch tomorrow, so if you want to see the rockets first-hand, you must travel to the stations. My aides will give you a map. That is all."

"Have you realised that the stations are near rich sources of oil?" Link Orach asked his boss.

"Yes, but I doubt there's a connection. Besides, I only accepted Saltius's invitation to investigate this programme. Something doesn't seem right" Torack Joblar replied.

"This will be a quick mission" Galvan gloated to the Kharzavores aboard the freighter, "We will remain undetected to these humans and reach our objective through that fool Saltius. Gielinor will be ready for harvesting after the rocket launch tomorrow!"

"This is madness!" one of the computers bellowed.

"Madness? THIS IS KHARZIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Galvan screamed, and the rest of the Kharzavores repeated.

That certain computer was then punched by the claws of Galvan.

Arnie 16:02, 15 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 6: The Motive
"Reldo! Come here!" Shouted a voice from one of the alleys in the library.

"Yes?" Asked the librarian.

"Where are the books about monster and animal species?" Asked the man.

"They were outdated, I took them off, I'm offering money for someone to bring me a book with the most updated information"

"Oh really? That sounds interesting, here is the deal, I bring you that book, you pay me the double, no species will be left out from it!"

"Many have promised that, they have all died, are you sure you want to go for it?"

"I must!"

"Ok then it's a deal"

With that words the young man went out of the library, with his plan in the mind.

He made the following list in a piece of paper:

TO DO: find a writer find tripulation eat a cake                YAY!! find a boat go get em!!

IM GONNA EARN CA$$$$HHH!!!

"Now, let's go for the first one, 'Find a writer', that should be easy!" Drake, an Expert Summoner, said to himself.

Chapter 7: Day One
Day One, 1.30 pm

It turned out that The Traveller had drifted a-shore on another beach, his life saved due to him grabbing hold of Prototype, who swam him to safety. They had been similarly worried for The Assassin's safety. They discussed their next plan of action.

"So," said The Traveller, "No magic works here. No easy fire. No easy water. No easy pie-baking. We can't teleport out of here, and both my Commorb and your Slayer Gem are offline".

"We could try and fix the Tanker." said Prototype.

"What's left of it is not enough to reconstitute the craft. The damage is irreparable. No, what I say we do is set up a small base from wood. You know, a small space where we can light a fire, keep shelter, sleep, and general crap like that. Prototype practically acts as a saw, tinderbox, knife, hammer and whatever other tool we need."

"I agree" said Prototype. He then stood up and ripped two palm trees out of the ground.

"Okay, lets get on with it. We have around five hours until sun-down." said The Traveller.

They all went off, doing there respective tasks. Within minutes the once metre-round clearing became the same size as a small room. Beside them lay a pile of around sixty two-metre long logs.

The Assassin was using his extending ceremonial blade to catch Yacti. He found two elders and used his power to turn them into guards.

"Takata?", questioned Traveller when The Assassin came back.

"They taste a bit like a mix of rat-meat and lobster" said The Assassin.

Then, he staggered, his eyes retreating back into his head and him collapsing onto the forest floor.

The Assassin's mind, Dream Section

Angeror. A soul. A coin, split into twelve. The Conscious. A three headed monster. A Hunter. A takata. A scare-crow. Torack. Link. The Staff of Pain. A set of glowing eyes. A fragment of the coin dropping from the sky. Into a volcano. And the laugh, the deep, callous laugh that echoes throughout the world as a sign that death is on it's way. And a man in Dragon-hide. A man holding a staff. John Dixon.

Day One, 2.00 pm

Waking up with a gasp, the Assassin saw he was lying in a wooden hut with leaves woven into it's planks. Stretches of bamboo structed the roof and furniture. In the centre of the room was a small glass dome, under which lay a perfectly cosy fire. The Assassin got up, stretched back the sea-weed curtain and stepped outside. The outside was a lot different to the inside, a second layer of wood being placed upon the first.

"Assassin!", shouted Prototype, "Another vision?"

"You've been out for half-an-hour", said Traveller

"Part of Angeror's soul landed in a volcano.", he said, and, looking at the mountain on the far side of the island, uttered "That volcano".

Chapter 8: Villains on the Rise
"THIEVES AND HYPOCRITES! THIEVES AND HYPOCRITES!"

The scarecrow was screaming this on a loop. It walked through Lumbridge, and no one was frightened. They thought it was just a hoax. And they will pay the price for that.

"You cannot go around public blaspheming! Stop it at once!" a posh man shouted.

But the scarecrow's hands suddenly turned into two chainsaws and the man's blood was sprayed all over the castle walls. People started screaming and running, as the hellish scarecrow went on a murder rampage. Screaming the same three words over and over again. But this was not an act of pure random killings.

It was revenge.

The four corners of the world were overcrowded. People flocked in to see the rockets. And lift off is in 10...9...8...

"The President of the RuneScapian Secret Order hasn't replied to the invitation. He's been replaced by Link Orach of Torchwood" Saltius whispered into his comm-watch. He was talking directly to Galvan, who started swearing in an alien language. Then Saltius looked up, and the countdown was over.

The rockets were up in the air. Trails of smoke followed. Cheers and jeers. Blood, sweat 'n' tears.

"Let it begin!" Galvan bellowed aboard the freighter. Several buttons were pressed, and there was large explosions in the sky. All four rockets had collided with each other. The whole world stood still, watching the fires in the sky.

But everybody turned to Saltius, as he tried to sneak away. He just smiled in response.

"So tragic. I'm so sorry. Naturally, I'm not responsible, for I didn't inspect the vehicles. You should take your anger out on the mechanics..."

But as the crowd advanced angrily on Saltius, he suddenly disappeared. Everyone gasped. He vanished in thin air.

"Send in the oil harvesters! Gielinor is ready for the reaping!" roared Galvan.

Small, circular pod-like ships deployed from the freighter and headed towards the four corners of the world. Hundreds of ships were headed for Gielinor. But they are not here for hostile reasons.

Unless some people stand in their way.

Arnie 15:56, 16 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 9: Telecommunications
This takes place hours before Chapter 8

The seas were calm, and there was a light breeze about – barely enough to move the large boat, but the sails did all the work of getting the ship where it needed to be. A few gulls had alighted upon the bizarrely designed rigging. The sun was setting, and the water was an earthy-brown colour beneath a sky that morphed from orange to navy blue. A few thin grey clouds marred the colour-cycling sky. Bruce was sitting on the deck, watching the twinkling, glittering sea. He was wearing a T-shirt and holding a tall glass of cider and sipping it slowly. An Actualized Hologram – that is, a hologram that appears to have complete depth and realism – of Drauss was being projected into a simulated chair beside Bruce.

“So what’s going on down your end?” Bruce asked.

“Glad you asked. Some guy called, what was it? Celsius? Yeah, this Celsius person has asked if I’d like to lead this spaceflight thing across the planet.”

“You gonna accept?”

“Dunno. I mean, the GDG has been in space for a good few years now. Although really I got there before anyone else.”

“Go on.”

“Remember the Cyber Invasion of 175? Wow, that was thirteen years ago. I feel like an old man. Anyway, did I tell you I helped end it? I can see that I didn’t. Well, story goes that Cratus comes over after I send a random com-rune message into the Southern Ocean. He picked it up on the Crate Archipelago and then we start to communicate.”

“You were lucky to be able to talk.”

“Well, I had escaped with my Guard Regiment, and we disbanded somewhere near Draynor. I hid out in a crashed space fighter that had lay there for years, but with the radio intact. It was fairly simple to understand, and so I used it and was able to bring an expeditionary force of some four hundred Crate Creatures over. Long story short I teamed up with King Lance’s brother, Treo, Cratus and the Wise Old Man – you know of him? – and we ended up getting flung into space in an energy bubble by the pyroclastic flow and a bit of magic. Then we captured a cruiser almost single-handedly and then crashed it again near Draynor. So as you can see I went into space, and I’ve been several dozen times since then.”

“But are you going to go?”

“I might as well. Make that Celsius creep happy. But you know what? Misthalin has a population of about two million. The GDG’s human count is 90,000, and about of a third of those are from Misthalin – ‘’all’’ of which were eligible to vote and all of which voted against Celsius. And yet when I get the readings for the Ministerial position absolutely everyone who had been to a Celsius campaign site during or after one of his speeches voted for him. Something makes me think something’s wrong.”

“That or you’re being paranoid.”

“Well, I have been through a dozen or so invasions small or large scale and countless small-scale actions. I think I have a right to be paranoid. But if I do go – which is likely – I’ll make sure I’m all kitted out for an emergency, and we’ll have the GDG’s space defence corps on high alert. And we’ve got crews stationed at each launch site in case there’s something devilish going on. Not to mention...”

Suddenly, the hologram of Drauss froze, looped back a few seconds, then fizzled out of existence. Something had caused the communications unit to go offline. Coincidental that right then Drauss had been going on with Celsius’ – no, Saltius’ scheme (Bruce remembered the name now). And then Bruce realised that, if he was supposed to be going north, why was it at an almost tropical temperature?

Several hundred miles above, Galvan heard received a report from the corvette Banisher, reporting that three of the satellites in the huge spread of geostationary objects that hovered in a farther orbit had been destroyed due to a misfire. However, he also heard that these satellites had been relaying a message across the planet to a large island located around 15 degrees south of the larger continent. And that the misfire had ignited certain elements in the atmosphere, causing a temperature shift where a small object was floating, north of the large uninhabited area at the north of the continent.

--Fegaxeyl 16:17, 16 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 10: Back at Sea
John and Nardih were sailing in a small vessel which was being rocked about by the waves badly. They were sailing towards the legendary Isle of Destiny which was in the far far west. Coming to their first stop, they slowed and came to halt on the sand of the Feldipitius Jungle. As they got out they saw an old abandoned church which was crumbling down.

"We can stop here for the night," Nardih said.

The moon was high above them and it was full. The canopies of the jungle blocked out the light, and Nardih thought he saw a leaf suddenly twitch.

"Keep your eyes on those plants," Nardih murmured.

The two woke up in the church where they had slept for the night. They had been lucky not to wake the bats that were asleep on the roof, because they had a nasty set of fangs.

"Let's go into the jungle to get some fruit, we're all out," John ordered.

"Must we? I don't really like the look of it in there..." Nardih said.

"No need to be scared, what are plants going to do?"

"That's what I'm worried about..."

Ten Minutes Later...

As they dodged a rather large woodlouse, they noticed a leaf twitch.

"Oh my Saradomin," John said.

The leaf then revealed a vine which shot out and tried to grab at Nardih. He managed to dodge it but he fell back on to an ivy plant which began to wrap itself around him ravenously trying to strange him and infect him with plant acid.

"HELP ME!" Nardih exclaimed as the ivy pulled tighter.

Another plant's vine shot out and tried to grab John, who dodged it but fell backwards. His fall was slightly cushioned.

"Thank goodness," he uttered.

As he tried to pull himself up he noticed he was stuck, and as he turned to the left he saw he was coated in thick spider web.

"Oh no," John whimpered.

There was a screech and a clatter of fangs. John just about managed to turn around, and a large bloated red spider with a big red body and a large set of fangs crept towards him. John looked into its many eyes, and felt his mouth go dry.


 * Mr. Garrison 17:32, 16 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 11: Guardian


Day Two, 9:00 am to 2:30 pm

The group had set off early in the day, deciding to search the forests of the island for signs of sentient life and water (pools, streams, etc.). The Assassin noticed two layers of forest, one thin and spindly, one tall and thick. For some reason, Traveller noted, desire lines (lines created in surfaces over time as people walk over them) lay a clear path through the forest. There were no rivers, no streams, and the only sentient life found was a large cave of rather aggressive Yacti.

"This is strange" said Prototype suddenly, "Over there. That large rock has an oblong cut into it."

The Assassin walked over to the stone Prototype had been referring to. On closer inspection, he could see it had symbols on it. Lunician symbols.

"What does it say? I can't translate it." Proto said.

"No need to." said Traveller.

"It's our language. It says 'He who shall wish to enter here should only speak these words in human tongue'." The Assassin uttered.

Suddenly, the circle slid down, revealing a stone tunnel. One by one, the gang slid down the tunnel, not knowing what to expect at the bottom.

The Assassin landed with a thud in a small rectangular room, Traveller and Proto following close behind. In front of them lay a single stone door, covered with around one hundred locks and barriers. It too held lunician symbols, of which meaning was, "Away, Come close, be bad, be good, I am closed."

"Calclausia" Said the Assassin.

The locks all undid themselves and the door swung open.

"Open? Seriously?" said Traveller.

Before Assassin could reply, a dark figure in rock-shell armour appeared in the door.

"Who are you?"

"My name is not of interest to you. You may call me The Guardian. And who, may I ask, are you?"

Chapter 12: Reaping the Rewards
The Kharzavore ships descended on the four corners of the planet. About a hundred on each corner. And there was still people there, left over from the launch a couple of minutes ago.

Each ship, as they reached the atmosphere, sprouted four mechanical legs. They then landed. People were screaming, as the tall, four-legged machines walked over them. Each ship then activated four large nozzles from the legs. The nozzles touched the ground and started to suck up something underground.

They were stealing oil, although nobody realised it.

Some people thought they could be brave and attacked the ships with swords. But they were disintegrated by a turret atop a ship.

People were fleeing naturally, and 5 minutes later, newspapers all over the world were reporting the new invasion. People became terrified, and many evacuated from main cities, in fear the cities would be targeted next. They also looked up to the GDG.

Many people were shouting at the GDG base, expecting help. But nothing happened.

"When will they ever stop?" Cratus said, peering out of the window.

"I was meant to rest after my endeavour" Drauss replied, "but now I must face this new force. Assemble the troops!"

"But Drauss, you never explained how you escaped from the burning rocket!"

"When the time comes, I will. Now lets sort out this problem."

"That leaves two problems, we have to split our army..."

"Why?"

"Haven't you heard? People are being slaughtered in Lumbridge!"

"Two separate problems at once? Are they connected?"

"Not likely. Besides, the invasion at the corners of the world doesn't seem hostile. If it was a full invasion, wouldn't they have come here by now?"

"We will still bring the GDG forces to the four corners. Perhaps we can find out what the aliens want"

The scarecrow had started to walk out of Lumbridge. It seems to be heading for Port Sarim. People are confused, as it leaves 5 people dead then walks out. Its still screaming the same two words over and over.

One shard of Angeror's soul was controlling the scarecrow. The shard possibly has a mind of its own, with an objective. Reunite with the rest. And this shard can sense one shard hidden within a volcano, on a strange island.

"We are the first to ever find success in our invasion of Gielinor!" Galvan roared to his lieutenants.

"All other invaders failed where we succeeded. We didn't even to need to waste our soldiers and draw arms!" Galvan continued.

"Or will you?" cackled a strange voice in the background. A mysterious figure came out of nowhere, his form impossible to see.

"How did you get aboard my ship?!" Galvan echoed back.

"I am everywhere. But I am also a friend. I can predict the future, as can you. But that means alternate visions as well. I saw one where you failed to get the oil required and all the Kharzavores on the planet were wiped out by the GDG, while the Shadow Chancellery Guard took care of the fleet up here. I wish to stop that from happening. Listen carefully, you must incinerate the GDG soldiers that will come in a matter of mere minutes. They will say they only want to negotiate, but they are lying. Kill them like mad."

Galvan looked into his mind. Minutes later, he realised the Entity was right.

"It will be done, but why are you helping us?"

"All I shall say is that I am from a catastrophic future. Call me the Zeraki."

The Zeraki's form became visible, and it looked like a large, ethereal, floating being. It's head is too terrible to describe.

"Message to all troops, if anyone identifies as GDG, destroy them. They are the enemy."

Arnie 15:14, 17 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 13: Massacre
All of the GDG’s senior staff was gathered in the command room of the base. Drauss was arguing with First General Rethe, who with Admiral Tyraxyco, from the underground worm-like race of the Grath. On Drauss’s side were Meliza Dyalik, Second General, and Head of Orbital Operations Pyrus of Othleia, a prince from the Sheikdom of Matuma in the Eastern Lands. Cratus and March Flyer of the North Gnomes remained neutral.

“We must move immediately!” Drauss said.

“No! Look at this surveillance satellite’s images – the ships are making no hostile action whatsoever!” Rethe countered.

“I beleef...” lisped Tyraxyco, “That until they make hothtile acthion, we thould make no moveth againtht them whatthoever!”

“And if they do? If GDG troops are not on standby when that happens there will be global massacres!”

“So what do you propose?” Rethe asked.

“Pyrus?” Drauss said, “Care to explain?”

“Well,” Pyrus began, “The ships were using some form of Light Distortion device to make the images from the planet appear as normal to the geostationaries and spy satellites above the fleet. We’ve been able to counter the effects, and our telemetry shows there must be a good few thousand ships still in low orbit, cloaked from our battle stations. We’ve identified a cluster of larger ships that we believe are the command ships. We should mobilise our forces to surround those, and then try and call for a diplomatic solution. After all, they are only freighters down there; the big guns are up here.”

“So what about the Lumbridge complaint?” Meliza asked.

“Three gunship corvettes have already been dispatched with an Ion Array gunship in tow. Whatever the problem is, it’ll soon be sorted out.” Drauss answered.

“GDG official conduct dictates that no moves can be made until there is twice supporting one course of action than the other,” March Flyer said, “And to end this constant bickering and have my air forces ready, I now declare myself on Drauss’s side. Four to two. You do the maths.”

“Me too,” Cratus said.

Drauss smiled. “Five to two. Motion passes to have a group of GDG diplomatic ships sent to consult the aliens about their actions. All commanders are to ready their forces. Prepare the armies and ensure that should they receive necessary orders they are teleported to the alien freighters. And leave a reserve for space. Okay? Good.”

Bruce was inside the boat, working with the controls. Alarms were going off, warning of abnormal temperatures in the area.

“I know! I know!” he yelled at a screen as it declared that the temperature was unsuitable for his latitude and that he should leave the area immediately. He scrambled about, trying to find where the emergency propellers could be controlled. Up above the sails were tacking and billowing, trying to propel the boat as fast as it could; but the CPU knew that this heat zone stretched for miles, and the feeble wind would take hours getting them out of there.

Suddenly all the alarms stopped. Bruce froze, and turned around. Only a single one was bleeping, in unison with a small yellow light. Slowly, Bruce walked over to it, and saw on the screen above it were the words:

MAJOR HURRICANE ALERT

As if to reinforce the point, when Bruce looked up at the dark sky he could see thick black clouds spanning from horizon to horizon, in vast curves, forming a spiral around a central point in the distance. And the clouds were thickening. And moving faster. And joining. And thickening. And moving faster. Now they were visibly spiralling around the sky. Lightning arced around. Bruce could feel the boat getting caught in the vicious swell that was being created by the suddenly whipping wing. He pressed a button, automatically sealing all hatches and the windows in the hull. Dark, reinforced panes slid down the front of the cabin windows. Just in time too – rain erupted from the sky and crashed onto the ship with tremendous explosions hither and thither. Bruce cowered in the corner. Then, right in front of his face, materialised a bust of someone who Bruce had seen at the GDG before, but he couldn’t quite remember who it was.

“Bruce? Bruce Brysworth?”

“Y-yes?”

“Good. Listen Bruce, I’m Urtur. I’m sure you’ve seen me before. I work with Drauss. Now listen carefully. I’ve managed to get a message through even though the normal link is broken. Anyway. I know you’re in a storm right now. Something caused the atmosphere to ignite – some weapon with unknown properties. First it caused the heat wave, but now it’s exciting the pressure and causing this superstorm. And it’s eye is almost unblocked to space – it’ll freeze anything beneath. Get out of there. Now!”

“But how?”

“There’s an accelerated teleport button in the centre deck. Get – ”

The message cut. Bruce looked up and saw through the top hatch the inky blackness of space. All around the sea was freezing to ice. No time for subtlety. He crawled to the centre part of the control panel and started punching buttons absolutely randomly. Suddenly, everything blinked into a momentary blackness, then suddenly he materialised somewhere totally different.

“Safe.”

--Fegaxeyl 17:18, 17 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 14: Uneasy Meeting
Day Two, 2:35 pm

"We are a group of Travellers who have become marooned on this island. We are seeking other sentient life on the island" replied The Assassin as innocently as he could. A dagger is not much use on stone.

"How did you get down here? How did you understand the writings?" asked The Guardian. His stare was like a hammer hitting you on the back of your head.

"I have a cyborg friend who is good at translating languages." said the Assassin wearily. He knew this man couldn't be an Immortal, for they only lived in the more populated regions. Anyway, this man looked old - older than The Assassin anyhow.

"No, not even a robot could translate my language.S'hakla miant'ek!" He bellowed. His voice was deep, as deep as a gong, and was rich in what sounded like a Kandarian accent.

"Ul'vaka mai' tulaka Shento!" The Assassin and The Traveller suddenly shouted in unison.

"What did he say?" asked Prototype.

"I simply insulted their mother." The Guardian said with a smirk, "Yes, I knew that you must be like me. Next question, why are the Immortal High Council spying on my activities?"

"We are not from the IHC. We are telling the truth. Now for our question, why are you here?" replied the Traveller.

"I was teleported here by the IHC, to keep me prisoner. I did nothing. It was an unfair trial at the hands of a corrupt judge. Stupid grandfather..."

"So it's the IHC's fault that we can't use teleportation?"

"No. They picked the island because of that fact, it's a mystery I haven't cracked yet. What I do know is that it has something to do with the volcano. A piece of rune essence thrown onto it will turn it into a fire-rune."

"So there's a layer underneath the lava under which magic works?"

"Exactly what I thought."

The Guardian sighed. He then pushed open the door and walked in. He lit a chandelier from his fire.

"I suppose you should come in then."

Chapter 15: Diplomacy Fails
Drauss and a team of soldiers and ambassadors had just been given entry to the main Kharzavore freighter. They had arrived to a strangely large room, with a table and alien seats.

"Sit down"

The voice was very clear, and Drauss and his team sat down. Galvan and other large Kharzavores appeared through the doorway and sat down. The Zeraki sat down as well. Its grotesque appearance made Drauss flinch.

"You should be dead!" Galvan snapped at Drauss.

"How? What? Who? Why?-"

"Don't give me that! The rockets were rigged. You were meant to die along with Tanekel, the President and Torack Joblar!"

"So you're saying you manipulated Saltius, invited four specific people to be killed in the rockets, and now you've invaded?!"

"Yes. You seem to be smart, for a human. For a while, I had my scouts find the people on Gielinor that could give us the most threat. With you out of the way, the invasion could go ahead without conflict."

"You could easily destroy us with your fleet! Why not destroy us in advance? And whats your invasion motive? Its always for an Empire, isn't it?"

"This fleet is all we have! The Kharzavores are a dying breed. There are more Gielinorians than Kharzavores! We don't need an empire, we want something that your planet is rich of."

"What, slaves?"

"Oil. We are taking your oil and you will stand aside! Send you armies away from our harvesters, and we will spare your people!"

"But you can't just take oil! We need it to fuel the planet economically! Yet, you are contradicting the Shadow Chancellery!"

"THIS INTERVIEW IS TERMINATED! AS ARE YOU!"

The Kharzavores grabbed guns and shot madly. Drauss and a few others were the only ones left standing. He started to run, and was chased.

"Attention all harvesters, gather up more oil then destroy the humans! They dare insult us!" Galvan roared through the comm-link.

Drauss and the survivors ran into the escape pod dock, and launched one. They were heading back to Gielinor. His pursuers got into oil harvesters and flew down to the planet.

Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park will be playing for the rest of the chapter.

The whole starship fleet started to move, heading towards the planet. Back on the planet, the oil harvesters stopped and started to move towards the nearest civilisations. People were running and screaming, as they were being shot down, and the villages burned. Even the original rocket stations were blasted into nothing.

The GDG army arrived, and were locked in combat. Yet, more oil harvesters arrived and Kharzavore troops arrived. Many were gunned down, but the GDG soldiers were losing a lot more. Many Kharzavores jumped in the air, took a few shots and landed on the tanks, ripping them to shreds.

The oil harvesters kept harvesting oil from the ground, while being wildly defended by Kharzavore ground troops. But one harvester was damaged by a ricochet shot and some oil leaked out. The oil was then ignited by lasers, and the fire spread. The Kharzavores and their ships weren't affected, but the GDG army had to withdraw.

The same was happening at all corners of the world. Fires spread, while Gielinor was being slowly drained of oil. The Kharzavore freighters were soon visible on the horizon, with many people scared and crying.

"Sometimes goodbye's the only way" Galvan sneered, as he onlooked the slaughter at the four corners.

Arnie 15:15, 18 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 16: Help Wanted
"All right, where would I be if I was a writer?" Drake said to himself, he then walked around Varrock.

He walked through Varrock's Fountain and found a newspaper lying in the floor, he picked it up and read what it said, he suddenly read a small note that said:

"REPORTER QUITS"

He read the note and realized that this one was the writer he was looking for, he read the name of the man: Earl Right.

"Excuse me, do you know where Earl Right lives?" He asked to the people that were passing by, no one answered, until a man in a suit told him where to go.

When he arrived at the home of the man, he was well received, he then told Earl his story and why he needed him, the reporter told him that we would go with him and would get the boat and the tripulation if he killed a monster that was living in a cave underground in his garden, Drake accepted and the man went out to get his job done.

Drake summoned an Spirit Wolf to scout the cave, he just waited a little seconds and then felt he had no more control on the creature.

"This one is fast" He thought.

He took his bow in his hand and walked inside the cave, he saw the big yellow eyes of the monster and shot his arrow, the thing moved and evaded the projectile, Drake then summoned a Rune Minotaur, the great bull jumped over the creature but got slashed by it's claws, before the minotaur felt over it, the monster moved.

"This one is REALLY fast".

Drake kept shooting arrows, jumping sometimes to evade an attack, summoning some creatures just to see them get killed.

The monster had been wounded, but it kept fighting, it was like an humanoid lizard with spikes on it's back, with them he tried to crush Drake against the wall more than once, but this time it was different, it jumped and fell over it's back and got stuck, this time it managed to hurt Drake in his leg, but the summoner managed to shot the last arrow, which hit through the monster's ribs and stabbed one of it's lungs.

In that moment Drake looked at the outside of the cave, the man in grey suit that gave him the directions of that house was standing outside, with other six people in grey navigation suits and Earl, in grey, too.

"We want you to join the Grey Coalition" Said the man in suit.

18:07, 20 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 17: Revenge of a Madman
Day Two, 9:00 pm

The group were all sitting on bamboo furniture, quilted with leaves. The crackling fire lay in the centre, the flame dancing in the wind. Prototype was on Standby mode by the window, absorbing lunar energy.

"...and then I said, 'Toilet? what's a toilet?!'" The Assassin was bumbling.

"What is a Toilet?" said Guardian, who was becoming increasingly irritated.

"Er... I d'no," mumbled The Assassin, "Anyway, back to what I was saying before. So, the Immortals knew this island had no magic, had rough shores and an active volcano before they sent you here? What did you do?"

"I... do not wish to speak of it," Guardian whispered, which must have meant he was serious. To have the Guardian whisper was to have utter concentration. He walked over to the small altar chamber to the side of the cave and whispered a small prayer, "For Jupitus almighty...."

"What's your power?" said Traveller quietly. He looked into the chapel. "Why is your chapel so strange?"

"One does not wish to speak of it; leave me alone..."

"Mind my brother, he was raised among humans..." said Assassin.

"How long have you been here?" whispered Traveller before Assassin could stop him.

"AWAY FROM ME! I REGRET ALLOWING YOU INTO MY HOME!" Guardian bellowed, causing Traveller to shuffle back a few metres. Guardian slammed shut the door.

"Are you loopy?" whispered Assassin, "He could be our greatest ally and you are turning him against us! Immortals don't worship Gielinorian gods, we instead respect the Creators of the Universe. He is obviously a previously respected High Lunician. High Lunicians take their ceremonies extremely seriously, and tend to be slightly perturbed when one is interrupted!"

The chapel door swung open. The Guardian had a smile on his face.

"An impressive speech, my friend. I will answer all of your questions in due course. And now, for the one most easily demonstrated..." Guardian said. He then went over to the far side of the cave, where the wall was thickest. He clenched his hand into a fist and aligned it to the wall. And then, in a single punch, a metre long indent had been made into the wall.

"Enhanced Strength," he said proudly, " Took a bit of getting used to, y'know, you're hanging out with your mates and you accidentally break a neck or two, just collateral damage, but it's good none-the-less. Now, gather round children"

"I was born in 811BA, to members of the IHC. Wow, that makes me 12,999 years old. In human terms I should be 1300, physically anyway. Ah, I'm beginning to feel old. I had a good life, went into a career in politics. In fact, before The Incident I was up for election as Grand Minister. It happened around 200 years ago. I was out with my old school friends, a reunion of sorts, y'know, a couple of beers, game of mind-hula. Then Lou walked in. My old school rival. 'Loony Lou Demente' we used to call him. He became insane because of his power, Illusion, he lost control of it. He stared at me, and those eyes, eyes like fire, they showed me horrific things, wars, death, blood. I lost control of my own power. Ripped the pub down, and killed Lou. They had to get memory wipers in there. I was locked up for a century by the Immortals, shunned into a metre wide cell in a grid of thousands of evil scum. Then, in 88(5th), they sent me to this island. Many times I tried to escape but nothing worked. I gave up and built this place, and I've been steadily improving it until now."

"Phew!" cried Traveller

"Exactly".

The green drone was inspecting the piece of hull. He took a black radio from his belt.

"1/3 Earth Patrol Gamma 20, reporting, I suspect that this is the hull of a sea-craft. Scanners note traces of alien blood on sand, Gamma 20, out."

"Can you get any exact species?" The radio replied.

"Negative. Taking in samples for testing. I recommend sending in Segment Water for aqualogical analysis. Gamma 20, out."

"All right. Sending substitute segment group."

"Out."

Chapter 18: They Hide in the Shadows...
People were staring in fear, waiting for help. But the battle freighters suddenly started disappearing into the heavens. People were cheering, for the aliens were leaving...

But it was a different story.

"Blast it! We are cowards in their eyes!" Galvan roared, as he started to smash random things.

"They hide in the shadows, always in the shadows. They seem to favour this world" a Kharzavore lieutenant replied.

"They are hounding us, we have to retreat because of them! The harvesters can remain in comatose on Gielinor. They will be safe from them" Galvan muttered.

"General Galvan, our freighters will remain in orbit with Gielinor, just in stealth mode. They cannot possibly track us this way, not even with the strongest radar."

The Scarecrow had climbed aboard the boat, and killed the crew. The passengers were terrified and cowering in one corner. The boat had already set off, and the scarecrow was in complete control.

It didn't kill the passengers, it just stood before them, and stared at them.

"What do you want?" a scared woman said.

"What do you want?" the Scarecrow repeated.

"I'm asking you this, strange creature. What do you want?"

"I'm asking you this, strange creature. What do you want?"

"Please stop copying me, its scaring me."

"Please stop copying me, its scaring me."

The other passengers were terrified, and kept shouting at the scarecrow and telling it to stop.

It didn't. They didn't move. It was like this for hours. They were lost at sea.

Arnie 15:13, 20 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 19: Amongst Ice
Bruce was in the insulated cabin of the boat. The windows would long ago have succumbed to frost, had it not been for the miraculous capabilities of the vessel’s complement of nano-devices that worked tirelessly to keep the boat in line. He gazed out of the window, carefully righting the ship’s course as and when it was necessary – particularly, when an iceberg floated into view.

The computers were flummoxed as to the ship’s location – although the manual had claimed that the navigation systems would instantly pick up the vessel’s location after an emergency accelerated teleport, he was sailing blindly through uncharted straights that no one had ever visited and the GDG never mapped. As Bruce had suspected, the only thing that would remain working would be the compass – and even that wasn’t correct, being so far north (he guesstimated he was around 400 miles from the North Pole, easily within the area where the magnetic field started to mess with compass readings.

Finally, after many hours steering the boat and trying to recalibrate the controls, Bruce spied a huge grey mountain range on the horizon, implying there was at least some land up ahead. He ordered the sails to maximise their strength, and with the propellers spinning the boat dodged through the barricades of frozen water. It took only fifteen minutes to travel several miles closer to the mountains. Bruce found himself piloting the boat down a tall-edged canal forged through the ice sheet. Carefully, he lowered the throttle. Up ahead the channel opened up. Cautiously he entered it, and found it looking conveniently like a dock. He pulled the vessel up, and the Silvorb-inspired ropes leapt out and tied themselves round nearby spokes. Bruce quickly slipped into his heat-conservers, walked through the airlock, and into the piercing cold outside.

He looked intently at a peculiar pair of rock formations that had formed on where the channel walls dropped back down to the low ice below. They seemed peculiarly like dragons. Did they just move? No, he was just being paranoid. Bruce turned and looked back down the boat. But he had an urge to look back. As he did so, he saw that the rock formations weren’t rock formations. They were sculptures. Hollow ones. For just then, the heads broke off and fell into the frigid waters – and in their places were ones belonging to real dragons.

--Fegaxeyl 17:00, 20 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 20: A New Mission
"The Grey what?"

"The Grey Coalition, a secret service made by the union of some ex-GDG soldiers with the governments of Misthalin and Asgarnia"

"What do you do?"

"We keep a record on the living species, from the most minuscule bacteria, to the hugest of the monsters, and we of course give advice on destroying them when needed"

"Why me?"

"We have been observing you, we set you up, we took out the books from the library, we made Reldo do that offer to you, we left the newspaper in a place that you would take it and read the note that Earl himself wrote, we made you come here and we observed your fight with the Mutated Basilisk, to see if you were capable of taking the job"

In that moment, Earl opened a blank book and wrote in one of the pages info about the monster Drake had killed.

"This was the first one of the new species that aren't within our archives" Earl said.

They got out a map of Gielinor, they pointed out many black squares in the map.

"This are our destinies, we must take account of the unknown species up there, that's our mission" The man in suit pointed out.

"Ok, but I'm not using a grey suit" Drake said.

The group walked out of Varrock and headed to Port Sarim, they found a big ship, and lots of people working on it, they were also dressed in grey, the ship was grey and had many cannons, it was really big, some archers saluted them from on board.

They entered the ship, and went to a big room inside the boat, they sat in a desk, they took out the map again, and they made their course, they communicated it to the captain and they set off, Drake went to his room and he sat on his bed, he used the ' On board communication system ' to order a pie at the kitchen, he then took the list out of his pocket and broke it and whispered "Done".

18:07, 20 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 21: Dangers of the Jungle
The spider crept ever closer, its pincers almost in John's face. He managed to retrieve a knife from his pocket and slashed the web away, and then stabbed at the spider who screeched and pounced away. John then dashed towards Naidah who was beginning to feel the effects of the deadly acid. John pulled a vial from his pocket and forced the liquid down his throat. Naidah rolled on to his back and closed his eyes. His skin was tinted green, but it was going back to its original brown colour. Naidah's eyes darted open, and he took in an almighty breath.

"You were infected with plant acid, but you are cured now," John said.

"My throat was closing up, it felt like there were roots growing inside me," Naidah uttered.

"That's what the acid does."

"How did it stop?"

"I cured you using a potion, I got it off of a friend of mine known as Mr Baxter, he's a gnome. Mr Baxter knows another gnome who's good with herblore, and recommended I take the potion with me. And I have three more potions should it happen again."

"John, you seem to have shrunk..."

"Shrunk?"

"Yes. Oh my goodness, look at your feet!"

John looked at his feet. The soil had begun to open up and was dragging John below. He was up to his knees and hadn't noticed.

"Quick, get the rope!" John exclaimed.

"I left the rope in the boat!"

"Well then get me a branch to hold on to-"

"The plants are alive you fool!"

"Oh yes, I guess you're right there. WELL FIND SOMETHING ELSE!"

"Like what? Give a suggestion?"

"Look into the damn future and find out the answer!"

"Don't mock me! Just give me an answer! You're nearly up to your waist in quicksand so THINK!"

"What about that vine?"

"It could be alive!"

"What have I got to lose? Quick death by plant acid or slow uncomfortable death by suffocation, I don't care! I'm spoilt for choice!"

"Oh alright then," Naidah grumbled as he pulled the vine towards John.

John tried to pull himself out with the vine but it was not strong enough to get him out. Suddenly though it tightened, and the vine came to life. The vine began pulling at John in order to capture him and wrapped itself around him. He was lifted out easily, and then John threw his knife to Naidah who cut the vine. The vine went limp and then retreated back into the vegetation.

"Well that was easy wasn't it?" John asked.

"Enough of your ridiculous humour. Now come on! We must make our way out before the spirits of the jungle ascend from their graves in the darkness."

"Oh alright then..."


 * Mr. Garrison 21:21, 21 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 22: Everything is Falling Apart
The Kharzavore fleet has passed the crisis, and are back in orbit of Gielinor. The oil harvesters have reactivated and are continuing to drain the oil. Galvan has another disturbing vision.

"In 12 years time, the darkness shall spread even further. Planets shall be lost, the universe is in danger and then there's the matter of a very powerful being. A creator, a scientist, and he has been betrayed by his own creations more than once. Yet he is returning to wreak revenge. Everything is falling apart and there is nothing we can to stop it" Galvan muttered to the Zeraki, who was listening intently.

"There is another human world called Earth. What you just said will affect them even more than anyone else. I have even been told that some parallel universes are starting to fall apart because of this. You know the danger to the Universe, correct?"

"Yes. I have seen the most ghastly creatures in the vision. Yet they have been on Gielinor before."

"That is also correct. If the rest of the Universe is to resist against the menace, then we need all the help we can get. But that's in 12 years time. After all the oil is drained from Gielinor, you must seize control of the planet. Preserve it until the time comes. Rule with an iron fist!"

Galvan rose and barked into the comm. All Kharzavore ships immediately responded by invading the planet. But they didn't fire at all. The ships just stood in the sky, amazing all the Gielinorians. Galvan then set up speakers that could be heard all over the planet and possibly into the next solar system.

"Citizens of Gielinor, do not fear. We are the Kharzavores, a friendly species. We do not wish to harm you. We come in need. Our ships are currently taking your oil. It is a very large sacrifice to make, but we have something to give in return. Safety from other invaders. You must also welcome us, for we will be descending and using this planet as a base. We will preserve for dark times ahead. If you wish to decline or rebel, then prepare to be obliterated. Any diplomatic meetings are accepted."

The ships descended, landing on various parts of the world. Kharzavores deployed everywhere, and waited.

Arnie 13:19, 28 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 23: Peace treaty
Drauss stormed up into the shuttle hangar, fuming at the sudden twist of the Kharzavores’ attitude. For three hours he had sat in the pod as it lay smoking in a field in a village common, before finally deciding to unscrew the cap (with suspense-inducing difficulty) and leave. When he did he found the area surrounded by curious civilians, and had to wait yet another hour for a gunship to arrive and pick him up. The rest of the day he had rested in his quarters with a splitting headache. Now he was racing as fast as he could to try and see just what was going on.

In the hangar, Kairie and Meliza Dyalik were talking near a shuttle. Drauss walked up to them.

“Kairie, Meliza, come with me.”

“What’s up, honey?” Kairie asked.

“Those Kharzavores. Did you hear their broadcast? I’m going up there to find out what they want from us.”

“Will we need armour?” Meliza queried.

“No. If they really are peaceful, then we’ll have no need for any weapons whatsoever. And if they aren’t, there’re weapons on board for us to take.”

“Okay. Shall we...?” Kairie trailed off, pointing at the shuttle.

“Yep. Hop in and strap in – I’ll take the helm.”

They jumped inside, Drauss running up to the controls. He powered up the shuttle, and the control banks started to glow. A voice crackled over the radio.

“Shuttle 64, you do not have permission to fly. Repeat, Shuttle 64, you do not have permission to fly. Over.”

“This is Supreme Commander Drauss, overriding those commands. Control, we need to leave immediately, over.”

“Roger that sir. One moment... all air traffic is temporarily on hold. You may leave, sir. Over.”

“Thank you, control. Over and out.”

Drauss flicked the radio off, gunned the engine, and the shuttle sped out of the huge doors, and accelerated into the sky.

In eight minutes the shuttle had left the atmosphere and was gliding through the lower reaches of space. Beyond the intermittent blanket of satellites the huge bank of starships that comprised the Kharzavore fleet, stretching from one edge of the planet to another. Drauss flicked the radio on and started broadcasting on revolving frequencies.

“Attention Kharzavore fleet. This is Drauss, Supreme Commander of the Gielinor Defender Group, the chief defensive network of the planet, requesting audience with your commanding officer.”

After a few seconds, a gruff voice responded.

“Human vessel. This is flagship Unstoppable Blade of the Kharzavore fleet. Your request is approved. A flight plan is being sent to your vessel’s computer. Stray from it, and you will be destroyed.”

“Thank you, Kharzavore fleet.” Drauss signed off. “Here we go...” he said to the other two.

Another eight minutes passed. Now Drauss, Meliza and Kairie were sitting at a large table. Galvan was crouched on a strangely-shaped chair that was opposite a stranger table. They began to talk.

“I heard your proposition for peace,” Drauss said.

“That is correct, human. The terms were quite clear. Why come to negotiate?”

“As you may be aware, the GDG is the leading planetary force, and also the most advanced.”

“By miles. I am aware of that.”

“For many years we have been seeking to make peace with alien races – alas, every time we had to go to war. But now you offer peace, I am willing to negotiate a favourable package for both sides.” Galvan waited, staring into Drauss’s eyes. Eventually, he said simply, “Go ahead.”

“The GDG controls large areas of land in the Southern Ocean. We are willing to trade you those, in return for samples of Kharzavore technology. Also, we can update your starships to improve their oil capacity and make them less dependent on oil – for instance, we could provide you with nuclear or antimatter cores.”

“I am... intrigued,” Galvan said, “Please, continue.”

“In addition, we could integrate our societies; make Gielinor known in the galaxy for trade options, not as an invasion magnet. If you are willing, you may even want to incorporate human crews for your ships.”

“Human – I like these offers. I think that we will be getting along well together, you and I, as well as our races on the whole. You may leave now, but return when you are summoned to sign the official treaty.”

“Thank you,” Drauss said, standing up with the other two. They started to walk off down the corridor with a pair of guards, when Drauss suddenly stopped, turned and said: “Oh, by the way, do you know what your operative, Saltius is doing right now?” Then he left.

Galvan was paralyzed. He had completely forgotten about Saltius. For a minute he was immobile. Then a junior officer said: “Sir? There’s... an incoming device.”

--Fegaxeyl 16:33, 28 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 24: The Beginning of the The Beginning of the End
Day 4, 7:35 am

The Landing

Kingsley Emanuel was standing on the beach. Blue drones were moving about, diving in the water and taking samples from the sand.

"You," he said, pointing to a Drone, "2/3 Water Guard Alpha 60, Anything interesting? Wow, that was a mouthful."

"Aqualogical Analysis has revealed acute traces of Regenerative Energy and hair samples."

"And what of the DNA results?"

"Results match to Inhabitant Alpha. DNA is not exact."

"You mean there's another of his species?"

"Affirmative"

"And the hair samples?"

"They match the Blood samples"

"Right... Ok, continue analysis. I'm gonna see our good friend in the jungle."

And with that, he put his clipboard in his bag and wandered into the layer of trees. When he was out of sight, the Drone's head twisted 180 degrees. With a certain darkness in his eyes, he uttered two words.

"It begins"

Chapter 25: What If...?
As Drauss was leaving, he was approached by the Zeraki. Drauss gulped, and a shiver went down his spine.

"Do not fear human. I have no reason to harm you. I just want you to have this"

A microchip landed in Drauss' hand.

"What is it?"

"I want you to see something. Just before you leave."

Before Drauss could object, everything around him disappeared. He screamed, as he was pulled into a vortex. Then everything was calm again, and he was in Falador. Very odd. He didn't like the look of this.

"How did I get here?" Drauss asked himself, but he saw people running around the streets. Then he saw a large shadow in the sky. It was a spaceship. But not one he recognised. Then explosions choked the sky and Falador went down in smoke. Drauss ran and ducked, barely missing a seeker missile.

He saw the Asgarnian Marine Corps running about, fighting Zamorakians. Now Drauss remembers.

"That chip... its sent me back in time!"

"No. This is a vision." a mysterious voice boomed. It was the Zeraki quite clearly.

"But why have you-"

"ENOUGH! Just look around you. See the world in the year 168."

There was strange, smaller shapes in the sky, screaming exterminate.

"This is the Battle of Asgarnia! I was quite young at this time!" Drauss exclaimed.

"Indeed. But what if you were killed in an explosion?"

Drauss saw his younger self and family run from a house, but he was too late. Drauss screamed at them, but they got hit by a missile.

"What is the point in this vision? I never died!" Drauss screamed.

"My point exactly. What if you died? Who will defend Gielinor in the future? We shall see."

Drauss suddenly felt time fast forwarding around him, and now he was in Varrock. There was a large crack in the sky, with small spherical creatures pouring from it.

"You must recognise this event, Drauss..."

"I wasn't present at this invasion. Lucky too, but since 'I just died', how can I have any influence here?"

"You don't. The Dracomancers save the world. One of them is John Dixon. He is another hero of Gielinor. But what if he perished?"

Drauss saw a Scorpozi descend, and a young man nearby. It was John Dixon. Drauss closed his eyes, as the young man was ripped apart.

"The invasion was stopped by the Unknown, but months later he will be needed on the slopes of Titania. He will be replaced by two novice Dracomancers. But they too must die."

Drauss was kneeling on the snow, where he saw a man and a woman claiming a strange staff. But a spaceship looms nearby, and the pair are shot down. A strange alien warrior appears, takes the staff and leaves in the spaceship. But the mountain starts to shake, as two massive battle cruisers rip the mountain in two.

"The Hydraxites and Karazahn use the planet as a battlefield, and Gielinor is ravaged. But the Peacekeepers manage to get rid of the aliens, at the cost of their own lives."

"Why are you showing me all this?"

"You must learn. Time to hop 3 years."

Drauss finds himself in Lumbridge. He definitely remembers this.

"This is the year the GDG is formed! But I don't exist, so-"

"It never exists. Correct. King Lance and his allies defend the world at this point."

A steel crunching is heard. Cybermen approach from the corner of the castle, and attack King Lance and his army. But they are all killed. None spared.

"So the world becomes a Cyber-one?"

"Nope. A robot called the Prototype destroys the Cybermen in one blast, using an electromagnetic pulse. The Prototype still lives. Now 5 years later."

Drauss falls to the floor, and gets up again. He sees the sky full of blood red anger, and spaceships are everywhere.

"The ultimate gang-up. Angeror deploys the Scorpozi, Arbiters and Karazahn together to destroy Gielinor. The undead also patrol the planet. And the Wise old man saves the day."

Drauss sees the Wise old man using a strange device. It banishes all the invaders back to the sky, but it backfires and sends the Wise old man to Hell.

"The GDG still don't exist. But now we are three years ahead. Angeror's last revenge. The world is saved by the Assassin, an Immortal and the Prototype. They kill Angeror and stop the Alone Ones. But they are slain by Halvinor."

Drauss watches Angeror dying, but then sees Halvinor grinning and killing the Assassin and Prototype.

"Now here's the climax. Before Angeror's death, he cursed the world. At this point it is plagued by anomalies. They are contained by Cratus and his team of Crate Creatures. But they too die, at the last anomaly. Angeror kills them, having time-travelled here before his death in his timeline."

Cratus fell to the floor, eyes opened. But dead. Angeror laughed before disappearing.

"Gielinor is at peace until the Sentient Squids come. The Golagoth are unleashed, but stopped by Torchwood. But they all die. The squids kill them, and disappear into the stars."

Drauss stares in horror, as the Captain wraps a tentacle around Torack's neck and squeezes.

"That was just last year. And here is the result."

Drauss looked around to see Kharzavore ships everywhere. They have taken all oil and left. Gielinor is now in financial ruin, and people are living on the streets. They've given up. No heroes.

"And now look into the future. Remember Zell? Well, how he poses more of a problem at this time. He constantly invades this reality, using other aliens as well. But he is stopped, by the Prodigies who have banded together."

"Let me guess. They die too."

Drauss saw each of the Prodigies fall to the floor. He saw Kairie kill Zell, but she is killed at the last moment. A tear rolls down Drauss's cheek.

"Enough! I demand you!"

"I am not finished! The Universal Rift opens up and destroys Varrock. Torchwood aren't there to stop it from happening. And two alien scavengers get away with he last of Gielinor's riches."

Drauss looked around, and saw the two Amphibioids unload treasure to their ship.

"The people on Gielinor wish they never existed. They wish they would just die. All this because you didn't exist. This is how important you are Drauss. Now you fight for war!"

Drauss fell unconscious, and woke up back in the Kharzavore ship.

Arnie 11:27, 29 June 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 26: The Beasts of the Ice
Bruce scrambled across the deck, trying to get inside the cabin. But before he could even go halfway a huge dragon swooped down from the sky and closed its claws around Bruce, dragging him up and away into the crystal sky. Bruce struggled, trying to prise himself free from the grasp off the huge talons, but the dragon merely tightened them, squeezing the air from Bruce’s lungs. Partially deprived of oxygen, and battered by the piercingly cold wind at this altitude Bruce’s vision started to go black...

Some time later, Bruce awoke. He couldn’t tell where he was; suffice to say that it was warm and dark. Finding that he was lying on his side, Bruce carefully, painfully lifted himself up. As his vision started to get used to the dim light he noticed huge, scaly objects hovering around him. He blinked; squinted. The objects began to clarify themselves. Being an experienced adventurer, Bruce recognised the shape almost immediately, but it’s presence in such a northerly place confused him. How they could live in such a northerly place, Bruce didn’t know.

But he knew that he was staring at dragons.

Quickly now his senses returned to him. He could hear the deep, heavy breaths, the rumbling of the ground as they padded their feet. He could smell the sick, foul stench of rotten meat caught between their teeth. But also there was a thick, smoky smell that throttled the air. Then he realised that there was plenty of light – it was only dark due to the huge clouds of thick black smoke obscuring his vision. Through the smog he could see that the dragons’ hides glittered an unnaturally silver way. He peered at them. Metal? He dismissed the thought – but it came back at him. Dragons in metal armour? There was no way that they could have learned how to do this – something must have instructed them how to forge metal. And obviously the dragons who came here must have taken a long time to evolve to these frigid conditions, well before man was proficient in metallurgy. Bruce pondered who could have taught dragons the secrets of metal, and the skills to make them fit and be comfortable to a dragon. Then he realised the answer was staring him in the face. Quite literally. For right in front of him stood a humanoid Silvorb.

“Greetings,” it said simply.

“Um... Hi?” Bruce replied.

“Your form is unknown to us. What do you call yourself?”

“I’m Bruce Brysworth. A human. Y’know, a human?”

The Silvorb’s pearly eyes narrowed, as it thought. “Scanning data banks... file: Humanity. Dominant form of life on the main continent of Gielinor. Primates. Intelligence level of 8. Fairly wide individual-to-individual variation. Current simulations estimate a technological level of: extinction due to internal wars.” The Silvorb looked up at Bruce. “And yet we have a live specimen here. Are we to presume that humanity has not destroyed itself?”

“Nope,” Bruce said, “We’re doing pretty well actually. Although we have had some contact from creatures that come from space.”

“Tell me, human. What brings you here?”

“I wish to awaken the Engineers,” Bruce answered. The Silvorb looked at him, surprised and bewildered.

“You know of the Engineers?”

“I have always been an adventurer. Almost a year ago, I ventured into the Southern Ocean, to find valuable relics. Instead I found myself in a Sanctuary for Engineers and their tools. I had to escape... but I swore to one of the Curators to find another Orb that would revive the Engineers.”

“You must have phenomenally good luck. You steered your ship right into one of our Sentinel Posts. You see, we brought these dragons here and gave them intelligence, so they might protect our relics until when the Engineers are reawakened. We gave them armour, intelligence. And now you come to activate the orb?”

“Yes.”

“We will help you.”

--Fegaxeyl 15:23, 6 July 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 27: Mr Emanuel
The Assassin stood at the helm of the Tanker, a smile on his un-seen face and fresh life running through his veins. He blinked, and turned. Angeror was sitting on a throne, smiling and cracking a whip.

"Leave me, Angeror!"shouted The Assassin, brandishing his blade.

A hand appeared on his shoulder; two more Angerors had appeared behind him. Another blink, and dozens of Angerors, brandishing flame swords and energy whips. And then the cackling, the deep, echoing laugh that sounds throughout time and space, warning each and every being that Angeror is here...

Day 4, 7:50am

The Assassin woke up with a shock in his bed, an absurdly comfortable string frame stuffed with leaves and coconut husk. He reached into his hood and wiped the sweat from his hairline. We leaned forward to see the main room. Guardian and Traveller were already up, cooking breakfast. Slowly, he stood up.

"Have a nice snooze?" asked Guardian cheekily, "I didn't want to disturb you. You looked like you were in a fit or something."

"Bad dreams...." mumbled Assassin as he staggered over to the table and collapsed onto the chair.

"Angeror dreams?" whispered Traveller. Guardian swivelled round from the fire, giving an accusing stare.

"What say you of Angeror?" uttered Guardian in his deepest utterance.

"We haven't told you?" asked Traveller. Assassin shook his head slowly. "This, my friend," announced Traveller, "is the sole rival and killer of Angeror the Chaotic."

Silence gripped the room. A small tear dripped from Guardian's eye. "The Evil One.... is dead?"

"For four years" whispered Assassin.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "In here!" whispered Guardian, ushering the gang into the Chapel.

The door swung open to reveal the less than welcome face of Kingsley Emanuel.

"What do you want?" asked Guardian fiercely.

"We've had visitors."

"And? Why bother me about your business?"

"Oh no, those visitors weren't for us. Our visitors arrive bu teleport, these came by boat. From what we've found, we think that they're your visitors."

"I've told you, the Immortals forgot about me a long, long time ago. I'm not due to be released for another hundred years."

Kingsley put on smile of the kind you would use while talking to a pet.

"Then why did we find Immortal blood in the sand around the area that the ship crashed? Why have we found evidence that this person repeatedly drowned themselves? Answer that."

Guardian put on his sincerest face, and then said, "I have no idea." There was obviously a look of deep disappointment on Emanuel's face.

"May I come in?" asked Kingsley while ignorantly barging past him into the main room. "Feeling hungry?" he said while pointing at the three servings of larupia-bacon on the table. Then, he turned towards the chapel. "I heard a cough. Who's in there?"

"My pet Larupia, it's sleeping in there..."

"In your sacred chapel?"

"I attempted to stop it..." The Guardian wavered. It was no good. Kingsley had already pushed open the chapel door and was staring into the face of a startled Traveller.

"I think we better go and see the Iron Fist."

"Who is he?" asked Assassin.

"The Leader, controller of the ZTI."

Chapter 28: Claws/Tentacles/Chainsaws Held High
A boat exploded into dust, and the people aboard it went with it. The Scarecrow escaped, and was washed ashore. On the island of the Guardian. The Scarecrow got up, and sniffed the surroundings. The shard tells it the enemy is nearby. And destiny has been recoursed.

The Scarecrow started walking through the jungle, when something is following. A pack of unidentified big cats are.

The song Papercut by Linkin Park plays for a while.

The Scarecrow swivels round, to see nothing. It keeps walking forward, and several growls are heard. The cats pounce, and completely surprise the Scarecrow. As they start slashing at its straw, but the Scarecrow reacts. Its hands turn into chainsaws and it slaughters them all, one by one. But more stranger creature start attacking. They can sense evil from beyond time. But the Scarecrow fights back and wins the battle.

"That music...." hissed a ghostly voice. The Scarecrow turned around to see the Zeraki materialising.

The Scarecrow, strangely, doesn't attack the Zeraki as the creatures all retreat.

"Its happening again! Music over the last twenty years by the same band keep playing!"

The Scarecrow looked blankly, and its trying to remember. It knows it has seen this creature before, but can't remember otherwise.

"Its all connected! The music! The attacks! For some reason, lots of random stuff is converging on this very world at this specific age!"

The Scarecrow twisted his head to the side in confusion.

"And you are involved. Lord of Anger, the embodiment of chaos and prince of darkness..."

The shard within the Scarecrow started glowing and shaking. It was responding.

"You are infinitely dead, but apparently not. You have taken over a host. Well, get your hands.... I mean chainsaws held high into the skies as blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you."

The Scarecrow held his chainsaws high, as told to do. The Zeraki examined them.

"I did this to the Kharzavores high into the sky above us. And various other species in the Universe. I must go now Scarecrow, but I will return."

The Zeraki vanished into thin air, and the Scarecrow kept walking on.

Arnie 14:46, 9 July 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 29: The Dragons of the Glacier
For a week Bruce had stayed in the company of the dragons and the Silvorbs. Slowly, he learned about their civilization, and how they came to be up here. When the Engineers had retreated to their Sanctuaries, the Silvorbs said, they dispatched a number of their Silvorbs northwards, to the most remote point possible. From their vast data banks, they discovered the ideal race for defence – the dragons. Imbued with intelligence and the power to thrive anywhere, they sailed northwards to the icecap; where they travelled inland to create a chain of gargantuan fortresses ringing the pole, where far down below in the dense ice the Orb of Enlightenment – the device that would automatically wake the Engineers. The Silvorbs had taught the dragons the secrets of metallurgy, allowing them to create armour and gigantic magnetic cannons that poked out of secret caves all over the Frigid Wastes. This fortress was one of the foremost of the defensive chain, but also one the heaviest defended. For as most glaciers simply creep forward, this one did more. It propelled itself forward.

Bruce was in a giant tank.

He had made his quarters in a relatively comfortable cavern that once had been used as a nursery for baby dragons but now was abandoned. The Silvorb insulators stilled worked, keeping the room at a reasonably warm temperature. He set up camp here, laying out his sleeping bag, stove, and other necessities to make it a rather homely place. Of course, he wouldn’t be staying long; weather permissive he would be trekking northwards within another week. He left his room to the long artery through which heavily armoured dragons lumbered to and fro to their various duties throughout the tank-glacier. He decided to explore his temporary home.

For half an hour he wandered through the various icy tunnels, repeatedly slipping into pools of melted water that had dripped down from the mushy, dirty ice that surrounded the smoke-funnelling pipes which spun the length and breadth of the mobile citadel. Eventually, he crawled down into the monstrous manufactory that took up most of the glacier’s lower levels. The smoke was dense, clouding his vision, and the temperature was far warmer than it should have been for an Arctic location. He lowered himself onto what had once been a shaft of ice but had been rebuilt into a catwalk for – presumably – the Silvorbs. As he walked across it, he marvelled at the vast industrious expanse below him, of furnaces, conveyer belts, moulds, pipes of molten minerals, the huge bellows to funnel the noxious fumes, and of course their gigantic overseers – it was an alien world to him. Bruce realised the irony of the human race going from very primitive weapons to devices that eighty years ago would be beyond people’s imaginations, whilst the seemingly far more sophisticated Engineers, with their amazing control over nature associating themselves with murky, wearying work like what the dragons were doing below, a stage which humanity had completely skipped out.

Then again, he thought, It’s in their nature – dragons love fire and smoke.

Suddenly, he noticed something. Yes, the fortress’s garrison should always be on the alert – but why should they still be building materials? He had confirmed that this fortress was well over a thousand years old, and that the factories had been here most that time; but if they had been here that long, surely they must have built everything they needed centuries back. Nearby, a Silvorb was watching over the dragons working. He walked up to the glittering machine.

“Um... excuse me?” he asked. The Silvorb’s featureless head turned. “Um... I’ve got a question.”

A nose, a mouth and a pair of featureless eyes shimmered into being on the Silvorb’s face. “A question? Please, ask.”

“Thanks. Now, I’m wondering – if your factories are as old as you say, then why are you still building weapons? You must have been ready years ago.”

The Silvorb studied Bruce. “We are... preparing.”

“Preparing? For what?”

“The time of peace has not yet come. The Great Prophecies said that by this time they should have. We must take action.”

“Action? What kind of action?”

“The races of the planet are embroiled in constant wars. We will end those wars. Permanently.”

Bruce suddenly realised what he meant. “You’re going to destroy them all?”

The Silvorb paused, narrowing it’s eyes, with the faintest expression of anger growing on it’s face. Bruce realised he must have found the answer.

“I’m going to leave,” he said. But no sooner had he turned and started to walk off something huge leapt on his back. He fell onto the catwalk, rolled over, and ripped off what had clung to his back. A Silvorb Defence Growth was blooming in his hand, it’s silver plant-like features thrashing menacingly, tiny chainsaws growing on the end of it’s various stems. He looked at the other Silvorb.

“The human has realised the plan. All Silvorb units converge on factory two, sector...” Bruce threw the Defence Growth aside, raised himself up, and charged the Silvorb. It turned to face him, just as he slammed into it. As if it were a pillow it crumpled around Bruce as he hit it. Surprised at how easy it was, he miscalculated his speed and slipped on the catwalk, falling over the side. They landed on a large conveyer belt, slowly sliding towards a huge bank of manufacturing machines...

--Fegaxeyl 17:42, 18 July 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 30: Dead Being tattoo
''A note to everyone out there: this is chapter 45 of the story I am currently working on. Hope that clears a bit of this up, at least partially.''

“Haru! You're about to die a horribly exaggerated messy and bloody death!”

Haru swore.

“Well, before you die, you should know your killers! We are the Zagrakh 6, sisters of OmuNari! And together we will avenge her death!”

Haru dropped his axe. “There, you got me.”

“Any last words, scum?”

Haru grinned an evil grin. “Burn!” he yelled, shooting an enormous blue-tinted gust of wind laced with cobalt-coloured energies at them.

The blast of energy would later be talked about for weeks to come. It was said that it destroyed much of the pretty square that Haru's pub stood in, remarkably not hurting anyone, and rocked the fundamental fabric of existence, possibly influencing a horrendously destructive storm in the early 21st century of Earth.

It did.

“Aw putz,” Haru groaned, “It appears I have just destroyed quite a bit of the city. Ah well, better warp the fundamental fabric of existence to rebuild everything.”

It was then when a cord seemed to plug itself into Haru's back. In a flash, everything was back to normal.

Taiki, Tengu, Tairin, Alice, Atticus, Kaia, Kyushi, Kairin, Natalia, and Ryurin grinned.

Everyone else just stared.

Taiki grinned. "Well, Haru, it appears you learned something useful without me! Atticus's puppetry skills are amazing, Alice has amazing summons, I'm super-enhanced because of exposure to radiation, but manipulating the fundamental fabric of existence, along with complete mastery of the air element?! Not even the most powerful Transcendentals can accomplish that! How did you do it? Oh, and you upgraded your axe. How did you manage that?"

"Trade secret," Haru replied, "But to answer your first question, the radiation shields on the ol' FACET aren't working too well. Ah well, people like us are immune to virtually every kind of radiation. We were given radioactive toys back at our Quarters back at the Houseworld, ain't that right? Temporal radiation.. That's a bit iffy.

"Point being?" Tairin asked.

"I've been affected but not infected by my TT capsule's radiation." (Can you recognize what TT capsule means?)

Then a guy burst through the door.

Haru's prodigious long hair seemed to wither for a moment. "I swear, if you are some other alien out to kill me due to some vendetta I have no memory of, I am going to tomahawk you with my axe so hard that you will not be able to use your exoplasm, legs, palps, tentacles, wings, or methane slists for a month!"

"No," the guy replied, "I'm human, and I have an important issue to see you about, by Lord Carralpha's orders."

"You mean I have to go to Lumbridge again?! We just got back from there, after saving not just Lumbridge, Drannor, Falador, but the entire planet, Terra, (earth) and most of existence?! I died in the process! Do you have any idea how painful that is?! It hurts, like... Like... Dying! Sheesh, can't a guy rest in one of the only thirteen bodies he gets?! and on to p of that, he hates my guts!"

"It's about Mitchan and Ritsuko," he replied.

Haru Axeman, 5:27, august 13th.

Chapter 31: The Long March
Day 4, 8:30 am

The group lumbered through the dark forest, the light of the dawn shining through the leaves and casting illusions upon the forest floor. They had been walking for quite a time now, their would-be captor following an almost random route through the deeper forest, with thicker and taller trees. The only tired party was Kingsley himself, the Immortals much sturdier and Prototype un-able to sleep.

After a while, a somewhat barren path of bare ground emerged through the forest, acting as a bread-crumb trail to their still obscure destination. This path provided something for the group to focus their attention on; A place in the rest of the forest could be absolutely identical to another. It was such to all but Kingsley, who had a silent determination. Every few minutes he would flick his eyes round to face his captors, sigh and focus again on the trail. The Assassin was actually finding this quite irritating, and would mutter a few words to Traveller whenever he did so.

"I don't even know why we're doing this...."

"Neither do I. But something smells fishy."

Walking so long with Kingsley had allowed the three castaways to finally figure out what he looked like in the rising sun. He was tall, relatively thin and quite young with flowing blond-brown hair. The thing that worried Assassin most, however, was that he was dressed almost completely in Zamorak robes. The robes were a bright, blood red, and they lay tightly around his spindly body. The robe legs were held with a jet black leather belt, and the same material had been used for his boots. Even though they had never seen Kingsley's true hight, they were sure that the boots made him slightly taller than it.

The group sauntered into a bright clearing, and Kingsley sat down, wheezing slightly. Following suit, the group proceeded to settle down onto the bed of vines and make themselves comfortable.

"I must've taken the wrong route." Wheezed Kingsley finally. He rummaged trough his pocket and took out a small piece of folded paper. He then carefully opened it up, and placed it on the ground to study. The paper was a detailed map of the island, and eventually he saw that they had gone too far east.

"I've gone too far east." He informed them. "But we can rest anyway. Your business here is of no meaning to me but I will allow myself a little rest."

He then lay down, placed his head on a vine and fell fast asleep.

9:00 am

Kingsley had been asleep for half-an-hour. The group had taken the map from his pocket and for the last ten minutes were trying to decide where they were.

"Is that a clearing?"

"No, I think that's a lake."

"What about there?"

"That's a smudge on the map!"

Then, they all heard a noise. A noise so terrible that it still haunts me to this day, a noise so loud, so screeching that the perpetrator would surely be deafened. The only words I can come to write about this most monstrous of noises is that it was a scream. A scream, not of terror, but of joy. And as the sound grew louder, Assassin could see two, bright orange lights crashing through the forest, the sound of machinery accompanying it's battle cry. And the owner of the lights, and screamer of the scream, I am sorry to say, was the Scarecrow.

Andrew 11:45, 10 August 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 32: War... again
This is insane,  Bruce thought. Wrestling with a strange silvery growth that was continuously changing, he tried to stand up, and pull out his sword. His hand reached the hilt, and he drew it, before stabbing it through the Silvorb. It buckled slightly, but then pulled back and reformed itself into a bizarre chimera of a monster. Suddenly Bruce realised he was being surrounded by defence growths. Funny that, first he had been with the Silvorbs, and now they were against him. He tried to remember how the Sentient Squids had escaped, a year before. Then he remembered.

Projectile weapon.”

Bruce swung his sword at a defence growth, cutting it in half. He leapt through the gap before the other growths closed it, reaching one of the immense furnaces. The heat was intense, and that was just what he needed. He jabbed his sword within, and pulled it back out. The tip was bent and covered with shining orange goo.

“Too hot to handle!” he cried out, swinging the blade. Globs of molten metal flew off and hit the growths, burning them and solidifying on them like huge blisters. His sword was useless; Bruce had to retreat. Fortunately he had just the thing.

“Seeker beacon, activate!” he yelled. A small grey circle with a red light in the middle started to flash and vibrate. A white spiral surrounded Bruce, and then, he was gone.

He arrived back in his cabin. Without wasting any time, Bruce threw on his coat and his bag, opened the door, and started to run. Where to, he didn’t know – but he was going to get out. Suddenly, he realised that escape might be a whole lot more difficult than he had previously thought. For deep below, at the very base of the glacier-tank, the mile-long treads started to move.

The GDG were not overly concerned. Drauss, Meliza and Kairie had returned. The Kharzavores had not made any military movements for hours, although activity in the fleet was very high. The cloaking field had been raised. Clean-up operations across the planet were underway where the Kharzavores had attacked. Drauss, shaken by the recent incident, was ruminating in his office, when Urtur walked in.

“Urtur!” Drauss said, getting up from his chair. “What’s the news?”

“Bad, I’m afraid,” Urtur replied. “The monitor satellites over the Arctic have detected movement. Lots of movement.”

“The Kharzavores?”

“Not at all. Look.” Urtur handed over a grey bar to Drauss. He flicked his finger over a blue sensor, and a hologram popped up. “The glaciers are moving. En masse.”

Drauss looked at Urtur. “Surely it’s... Your look tells me otherwise. It’s not natural, then. It’s... is it...?”

“My hypotheses were right. There is intelligent life in some form in the Arctic. And it’s gone to war with us.”

“War?” Drauss asked sceptically.

“Armoured dragons and turrets. Huge plumes of smoke. Co-ordinates that will take them to every known inhabited spot on the globe from the Wilderness to the Southern Ocean. And did I mention that and Bruce has had to use his emergency teleport?”

Drauss looked at him. “Then it’s a state of emergency. I’ll inform the nations... and the Kharzavores.”

Urtur saluted and walked off.

--Fegaxeyl 16:48, 29 August 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 33: Blockade
Gielinor had just been cut off from the rest of the Universe. The Kharzavores have blockaded it, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. More oil was being drained, with the humans looking on. Now their oil was in short supply, and they will start to have a large financial loss. The humans are currently relying on the dwarves to supply energy resources, like coal, to keep them warm. For this is a cold winter. A very cold one.

"Something is moving down here" Commander Mechan croaked.

"Hmm. Undetectable lifeforms. On a massive scale! But its not my problem. Not our problem. Their problem!" Galvan smiled.

The Scarecrow twitched at the sight of the Assassin. A long, forgotten memory was etching into the body's head. The shard within screamed silently.

"Thieves and hypocrites!" the Scarecrow finally roared, as the two chainsaws flared up, and it seemed they were on fire! It cornered the Assassin and co.

The sky darkened, and thunder reaked out. The rain poured down, falling from the stars. The Assassin, drenched in his pain again, reached out for a weapon. The creature was of pure evil, and too familiar. Yet one word reached out to him.

Chaos.

Arnie 08:46, 1 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 34: Harsh Diplomacy
The creature loomed its strange appendages high above The Assassin. This creature, while intimidating and mysterious, was some-what familiar, and he would discover the reason why - even if he had to die for it. He reached for a weapon, drawing his ceremonial sword and lunging it into the creature's straw heart.

The creature stumbled backwards, and the sword suddenly flew from the creature's chest and into The Assassin's hand. He watched as the creature stood up straight and started screaming. The Traveller placed his hands over his ears. The Assassin started to focus, and his eyes turned black.

"Do as I say. You will do exactly as I say. You will answer every question I give you to your greatest ability. First things first, who are you. Tell me your name."

The creature stared at them, straw falling from his wound. The Traveller reached out a hand and placed a hand on The Assassin's shoulder. After a minute, the lifeless mouth of the scare-crow twisted into a crooked smile and emitted a quiet squeak.

"Me... am... Angeror."

The group once again shuddered back, and Assassin's eyes lightened. Prototype shuffled to Assassin's side, and held up a clunking fist.

"You died! I sensed it! I looked into the future and saw your destruction!" he shouted, steam bursting from his head-piece. Stones formed in his hands, but, as he saw what he was doing, he dropped them. The Assassin stepped forward, and held his sword ready.

"Why are you here?" he said, his voice trembling, "How are you here?"

"Me... want... soul.", he uttered, pointing a slimy tentacle towards the looming volcano. "Me... get... boat. People... nasty..!" "What's he talking about?" asked Traveller.

"I think I know. I saw it in my vision. Angeror's soul was split into twelve pieces, and spread throughout time and space. One fell into the volcano some time ago, and another fell into the Scare-crow. He's speaking like that because he hasn't enough power in that body. If the creature in the Volcano has significant intelligence, it may need this piece of soul to reach it's full potential."

"So it would have a sixth of Angeror's power?" asked the Guardian.

Suddenly, the scare-crow took a step forward and raised his fiery chain-saws high in the air. There was a rustling from behind them, and when they turned they saw Kingsley with a rifle, aiming at Scare-crow's neck. Before The Assassin could argue, he had pulled the trigger and blown the Scare-crow's head off. It fell to a pile of straw and rags.

"Why did you f***ing do that?!? I was NEGOTIATING with it!" The Assassin shouted, walking over to Kingsley and punching him square in the face. Another shot shot rang out. The Assassin stumbled back, staring at the bleeding wound in the centre of his chest. Slowly, to Kingsley's disgust, he dug his finger into the would and brought out the bullet. He then sat down by the map and searched it casually while the wound miraculously healed.

"How...?" gasped the Scientist, staring at the now blood-free shirt.

"I didn't mention a very small detail when I told you about the Immortals. We heal." said The Guardian. "So it would be advisable, in my opinion, to put down the gun."

Awe-struck, he dropped the rifle and took the map from the floor. Giving it a quick glance, he motioned to one side of the clearing and muttered,

"Please don't hurt me."

The Scare-crow's many tentacles reached forwards and grabbed his head. The then altered one of his chain-saw blades into a knitting needle. Slowly he repositioned his head and stood up. He had The Assassin's scent, and he would use it to follow him and take back his soul.

Andrew 20:29, 1 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 35: Mobilisation
“That’s it,” Drauss declared to the assembled Prodigies and military commanders. “The Kharzavores have tested our patience long enough. Nuclear plants are working overtime to supply enough power. We can’t use our microwave satellites to beam down emergency energy. We need to do something, fast.”

“First, we need to identify the major threat,” General Rethe declared.

“Agreed. Kharzavores or Glacier things?” Drauss asked.

“The glaciers and whatever is inside them – if there is anything – have still not been confirmed as a hostile force,” Doarle pointed out. “The Kharzavores are extremely powerful and capable of striking us at any point.”

“It could take the Kharzavores five minutes to reach the surface,” Urtur said. “We still have a day or so until the glaciers make landfall on the Wilderness.”

“We could bicker endlethly,” Tyraxyco said, “Or we could conthult the one perthon who can tell the betht thing to do – Creeth.” They all turned to look at her. Creeth closed her eyes, and then spoke.

“The glaciers will cause immense destruction, but likewise they can be dealt with easily. The Kharzavores... they have no long-term need for us. But to destroy them will be difficult.”

No one spoke, but everyone thought. Suddenly, Mordi realised something. “Do the Kharzavores know that the glaciers are not GDG?”

“What?” Drauss asked.

“They can’t tell whether or not the glaciers belong to us. For all they know they might be ours, and as might interpret them as colossal tanks belonging to us to use against their drillers. We could declare war on the Kharzavores, declare that the glaciers are ours, and so the Kharzavores will waste firepower and time on the glaciers. We can take advantage of that and cause more damage to their fleet until they realise that the glaciers don’t belong to us.”

Drauss shot up from his chair. “That is brilliant thinking. I’m surprised you didn’t come up with that, Urtur.”

“Well,” Urtur began, “I did. I was just trying to figure out the Kharzavores’ reactions to us doing such a thing.”

“Sure,” Drauss said sarcastically. “Now, everyone depart and get ready. The GDG is going back to full alert. We’ll throw the Kharzavores out of orbit and then rip them apart on the ground. The GDG will have it’s first proper war with an alien race – and this will be our finest hour!”

--Fegaxeyl 13:18, 6 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 36: Never Peace
"So, they they've had enough? We shall crush them in swift time!" Galvan laughed, watching a recording from one of his camera droids.

"There is some kind of weapon within the glaciers - maybe that's where they gather their forces!" Mechan barked.

"We have our own weapons. The Phobiac and Tyrovah fleets have arrived. The harvesters are teleporting us the excess oil, and we shall save Kharzia!"

Two strange beings entered the chamber. Both were delegates of the Phobiac and Tyrovah.

"This planet shall burn!" the Phobiac said. Phobiac were a species of conquerors. Their primary form was cloaked and humanoid, with the face of a Lamprey. They had the ability to shapeshift into whatever the enemy fears.

"Let the conquest begin!" the Tyrovah said. Tyrovah were also a race of scavengers, slightly resembling humanoid pterodactyls.

"I recommend you send in your ships now" Zeraki said, floating in, "since they won't co-operate, they might as well burn."

"No trouble from the police then?" Galvan questioned.

"This is the Jagex Nebula, owned by Angeror. But since he's dead, the nebula was reclaimed by the Senate, which poses problems. You can still go ahead with the invasion, while I sought a warrant and an excuse for this" the Zeraki grinned.

The massive battle cruisers started to shift. Out of them emerged smaller battle pods and starfighters. Even Galvan's Bane of Glator headed in for the kill. Galvan wanted to be up close and personal in battle. He was drinking down a glass of oil.

"A toast, to glorious warfare!"

The Kharzavores onboard cheered and drunk their oil.

Arnie 14:27, 6 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 37: The Grand Offensive
Night was falling over Misthalin. In the Southern Ocean, the monolithic GDG base was silhouetted against the red sky. The sea shone crimson. If you were to look at it from the right angle, the base would be a towering black pyramid in the yellow sun. But all around it would be clouds – not white, not grey, but black. The GDG fleet had mobilised and was soaring up into the atmosphere. Hundreds of thousands of vehicles, some piloted, others AI controlled, formed into vast formations that slewed up into the dusk sky, where a thousand miles above the Kharzavore fleet lay preparing for the assault.

Drauss, although longing to join the action from the helm of one of the GDG’s immense super-dreadnoughts, had decided to stay behind on the planet. He was currently standing in Varrock Palace, where he and the majority of the world’s most influential leaders had gathered together.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Drauss began, addressing the huge hall of rulers, “First, let me thank you all for coming to this meeting. As you know the world has faced a crisis recently, and that skirmishes have erupted worldwide. Our enemies are a race of reptilian creatures calling themselves Kharzavores. Although they are not solely interested in military conflict – indeed, they are negotiable with to a point – their course of actions this past week and the resulting turmoil the world has been placed in has forced the Gielinor Defender Group to launch a vast military strike against their fleet.”

The room filled with murmurs and discussion. Drauss quietened them. “Please, my friends. This is a dangerous predicament for everyone in this room, indeed, the known world, and we fear that it may cause extreme economic repercussions in the future. But we have the initiative – for now. If I may be so bold to ask, please mobilise all your military forces for the upcoming ground battles that will occur across the world. The GDG will arm your forces with the equipment needed to combat the Kharzavores. Thank you.”

The room filled with murmurs again which rose to general chatter. Satisfied, Drauss left the room, whereupon Creeth walked up to him. “Drauss,” she said, “Nice speech. Short but simple.”

“Thanks,” Drauss replied. He looked at Creeth. “What are you going to ask?” he wondered.

“I just had a vision. Bruce Brysworth... he is in danger right now. But his quest is not complete. What should we do?” Drauss thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth. But Creeth knew what he was going to say. “Send a dropship to pick him up. Right.” She turned and walked off.

Bruce struggled through the icy wind, following the holographic map of the area, trying to return to his boat. Navigation was made exceptionally difficult by the fact that the holographic map was merely an old 3D image, and not live. Bruce was following the edge of a vast canyon, although it was not marked on the map. The canyon had been formed when the glacier-tank began to move, and had ploughed through the snow and the ice.

Suddenly, there was an immense tremor in the ice. Bruce tripped and fell over on his face. He clawed his way back up the hill of snow, and then lifted his face up at the crest to see what was causing the continuing rumble.

In the distance, snow was being propelled high in the sky. Huge, glimmering silver figures in careful formations flew in the sky behind the wall of snow, which was rapidly advancing. The rumbling grew louder and deeper. Suddenly Bruce realised what was happening – another glacier-tank was passing by. The rumbling was hard and intense, throwing him off the snow at times. Then, just as the wall of snow passed by, the ground cracked.

Bruce was suddenly paralysed with fear. The ledge of snow he was lying on slowly but surely started to move – backwards. Towards the immense valley. Slowly and inexorably, the snow slipped backwards. Bruce was too shocked to move, and even if he could, it would have made no difference. For half a minute Bruce moved backwards... then he fell. He hit the ground hard, although his fall was broken by the thick padding of snow. Dazed, he turned his head right, the direction from which he had been walking, and from where the glacier-tank had come from. Then, suddenly, he noticed the valley wall crumbling in massive boulders and falling to the valley floor. Five seconds later, the valley by him fell, and buried him.

Night had fallen when the dropship arrived. Lights probing the valley floor, the bio-scanner on board detected a feeble heat source from beneath the pile of rock and ice. The landing jets fired, and the dropship gently lowered itself down, before its legs extended and it touched down on the icy surface. The crew jumped out and started shovelling away at the rocks. Fifteen minutes later, they found Bruce – twisted legs, broken arms, a crushed ribcage, a severe head injury, and in a coma. Gingerly they lifted him and carried him back onboard the dropship, before it took off again.

Drauss was standing in the vast GDG control room buried deep beneath the main base. Flashed up on the innumerable screens around the room were images from the ensuing battle above and data about it. The radios were going mad.

“Cruiser Alaxis taking heavy fire!”

“Enemy carrier destroyed, repeat: enemy carrier destroyed!”

“Ion Frigate Squadron 12 under attack by enemy strike craft – assistance required!”

The battle was going well – the GDG, with a wide variety of reverse-engineered alien technology had the crucial all-round aspect to aid their fighting. Also, their ships were powered with long lasting fusion or antimatter drives, whilst the Kharzavores were reliant on short-lasting oil deposits, meaning that their smaller vessel had to constantly return to a carrier or fuel pod to refuel. It was almost time to begin phase two in Drauss’s master plan.

“Attention all heavy cruisers – start forcing the enemy troop carriers to land!” Drauss announced to the fleet. On the main screen he watched a number of the largest ships start to move towards the large, flat troop carriers. But suddenly, Drauss saw something. On the edge of the main screen, and in the centre of many others, two large fleets emerged from crackling wormholes. Their designs were unfamiliar.

“Get me the enemy coms!” Drauss ordered. A new voice – Galvan’s – started to speak. “Phobiac! Tyrovah fleets! Attack!”

“This is bad...!” Drauss said. Then Urtur ran in.

“Drauss! Bad news!”

“It can’t be worse than this!” Drauss replied, angrily.

“Sure is – the dropship we sent has found Bruce. And he’s half dead.”

--Fegaxeyl 18:07, 6 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 38: The Battle Over Gielinor
Explosions choked the sky, as battle raged on. A Kharzavore jumped out of his pod and landed on a GDG fighter. The Kharzavore smashed the windscreen, and the pilot was sucked out into the vacuum. The alien quickly took control of the fighter and started shooting down other GDG fighters.

The SS Demonica fired proton torpedoes everywhere, hitting recently constructed GDG battle cruisers. One battle cruiser didn't explode on contact, but instead fell towards Gielinor. It caught on fire as it hit the atmosphere, and it exploded, as it hit Rellekka.

Many Kharzavore, Tyrovah and Phobiac ships were already in the airspace of Gielinor, and they landed. Soldiers of the three races emerged, taking siege of Ardougne. The king had sent various guards, paladins and knights after them, but they were disintegrated on sight.

The king of Ardougne announced a surrender, as he looked up into the sky. The battle could be visible.

Other fighters had headed towards the main GDG headquarters, and opened fire.

"What of the glaciers?" asked Captain Karakan.

"Let them melt. My personal fighter will lead the 42nd Legion into battle against the glaciers!"

And that's what happened. Hundreds of alien fighters headed towards the glaciers, unaware of what really lurks below.

There was a heavy artillery fighter, which held a massive laser cannon. And it fired. It created a massive hole in the glaciers. Some silver beings emerged from it.

Arnie 09:22, 7 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 39: And the seas gave up their dead
I apologize for how the text is all bunched together. I couldn't fix it, though. however, if someone could fix it, I am willing to pay 3k.

“Okay,” Carralpha stood in front of them. “the most important thing is that you know my cause. I am the noob protector I now own a large clan, one which owns this coal mine. I protect low-levels from high-levels. Like you.....” He pointed at Haru with his third digit. Haru effortlessly crushed it.

“You seem to forget I have suffered the Great Indignity,” Haru replied. “You are biased. You hate me for being a high-level. You hate that I balance most everything. Not quite like Zezima, though, as I have very bad range skills.”

“The what?” everyone but Carralpha asked.

“The Great Indignity. Being called noob by a low-level, or called noob when you are not lower than level 30. A level 24 did it to me once, in Fist of Guthix, as I had gotten 2842 charges, (“Good God!” Taiki had yelled.) was out of bandages, no prayer, little run energy, near the end. He asked me how many charges I had, I told him, he called me noob, and I told him to (I will not type this. Not just yet...)”

“Why you-”

“Being called Noob in insult is offensive. I think you can figure that out, Carralpha. I bleeping hate it, I'm paranoid of offers because the last two newbs (different expression) that asked me to sell my armour to them swore in my face, the other two annoyed the crap out of me when I was trying to complete my Achievement Diary, and I tend to destroy level 3 throwaway accounts by trapping them in Aubury's rune shop, or crushing their skulls. So brief us already!"

"Okay then," Carralpha replied. "well, I am briefing you about something that was Haru's fault. It started 1 year ago.."

Image: A level 60 walks through Lumbridge Courtyard. He is wearing full mithril. A level 15 calls him "Noob" The level 60 tells him: "You have no right to call me noob!"

White-haired tall guy, level 45, walks by, yells: "If you call someone noob, then technically YOU are one!"

Noob slashes him with bronze. Guy rips bronze armour open with bare hands and adamant gauntlets. Throws level 15 against wall, breaking 8 ribs and collarbone. noobs friend attacks guy. Guy tomahawks him, gaining lots of money. A level 80, Conqueror, appears and joins the fray. He fights along with Haru. Before long, the walls of Lumbridge are blood-red. Skillers who survived run off to tell their friends, as they soon will settle the differences between mages, rangers, summoners, warriors, and skillers...

A maniacal laugh echoes in the distance.

Haru stood up and grinned. “well,” he said. “People will be showing that 23 minutes of hell for decades after. By the way, that laughing... It's Angeror. And, if you please, what does this have to do with Mitchan and Ritsuko?”

“Oh, that-” Carralpha replied. “I heard a rumour that they're trapped in something called the Ardougne Institute. I should also say our purpose: I heard a rumour that there would be a battle in Falador. We cannot take any chances whatsoever. Remember the First Noob War, Haru, the one that was 10 years ago?”

Haru nodded. "I still haven't been able to wash the blood off my spine. I lost an arm because of a group of woodsmen..."

“Just who are Mitchan and Ritsuko?” Sakura asked.

“Remember when we were trapped at that God-awful school?” Kaia asked.” Well, Ritsuko was the first girlfriend Haru had. He still loves her. She would help him destroy the school... she would help him with homework... She helped him with most everything, and Haru did in return. They were almost inseparable...”

“Happy memories,” Haru grinned, “We starred together in Cats, we helped the Torchwood Institute drive back the Waste Creatures, we slew goblins together, we forged together, we blew things up... we saved the Dorgeshuun... we killed Sigmund... we killed goblins... so beautiful...” he started to cry. For the relatively easy-going, somewhat clueless-seeming Haru that they knew, this was something very, very new.

"And Mitchan?"

A friend. An old friend.

"You must protect, Haru," Carralpha replied solemnly. "You swore to guard RuneScape's flow of time."

Haru bowed in an oriental-looking gesture.

They teleported to Ardougne.

later, in the Ardougne Inn,

"So, what was that about?" Daniel asked. “also, why are you carrying Kalashnikovs?”

“I carry the guns because frequently people try to kill me,” Haru replied. “Watch” he put down his axe.

A guy leaped out of the shadows. “Haru, your time has-URRRRRRRGK! MY APPENDIX!” he yelled as Haru shot him with the guns. “As for the weird speech...”

"Well, you know the Time Vortex?" Taiki asked.

"I asked Haru."

"Well, I'm damn near his twin brother! I could pass for his son if I wanted to, we're that alike. And not just in body. Now listen. Haru and I will tell this tale as 4 people. Haru will pick up after me, then Alice, then Atticus, as he's the tech guy."

Everyone in the room leaned toward them. Kyushi, Kaia, Natalia, Kairin, Tairin, Tengu, Atticus, and Ryurin had the impression they knew what was coming, but were going to enjoy it. Like watching an Indiana Jones movie twice.

"Now, Time is not a line. It's more, as our teacher said, 'A great big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff", (an infinitely large one at that) The Time Vortex is like a highway that traverses it all, just not exclusively the surface. Through this and that, that and this, this when and that could-have been, through this should have been and that would have been, here, there, any other term for place you can think of. Now, the Time Vortex is not natural, not as far as I know. Highways, as far as I know, are not natural. A race of extremely long-lived, humanoid species with extraordinary technological prowess engineered it, and tunnelled through time itself, creating pathways that reached to other universes, and even other... damn, there's no word for other large infinite balls of time besides this. Haru?"

"They drilled through the very fabric of Time," Daniel gaped. "Un.Be.Lievable."

"They did it in the Dark Tower series. They re-engineered time. Now,” Haru continued, “the time paths that exist now... You know the Motorway in New New New New New New New New New New York? Well, think of it as the paths that exist now as that. Now the Conduits? They 're like Route 66. Oddly, it has numerous conduits on Earth. Let's see, Ever heard of the Bermuda Triangle?”

All the Earthians had.

“Bennington Triangle? Bridgewater Triangle? Gloucester Triangle? Devil's Sea, just off the coast of Japan? Great Lakes Triangle? A lot of others I don't know about, possibly one off he coast of Alaska?'

Only Taiki, Tengu, and Tairin had.

“Well, anyone who disappears in that has probably been sucked to another dimension. Or blown.”

Everyone laughed.

“No, I'm serious. Someone once attacked Varrock with mechanical birds. 5, to be exact. And, if I know my transportation, (I know almost every way to get from Point A to point B) they looked suspiciously like TBM Avengers. Except one. And there's a mysterious rusted hulk of something half-floating off the coast of the Fishing Platform. The Cyclops, perhaps? Look, I have a mark 12-holo-palmtop that lists and detects temporal anomalies. And Alice, isn't their a crashed... Thing on the outskirts of your province?”

“Yeah,” She replied. “It looks like a big, sleek metal bird. But there is no indication that it was, or ever could have been a bird. It looks like one of the planes from Taiki's world. Remember when we went on vacation there?”

Haru grinned. “like I said, lots of stuff. Including the stuff from Aleksei and Alexa's ancestral home of Molebka. How the heck do you get cell phone service there?”

“I am tapped into all intergalactic communications networks,” Aleksei replied in his deep, heavily accented voice. “If you can call a relatively dry planet in the constellation of Kasterborous, bouncing a subspace transmission off the Hubble space telescope and sending it to Trailhead, New Hampshire is child's play. I'm the Twilight Guild's Tek on Earth, remember? Also, I helped with the Cold War.”

And the seas gave up their dead (2)
“Like I said, multiple conduits. Alice?“ “Within the old paths, there's a way station,” She replied. “That would be Norumbega. Though it only connects to Haru, Kyushi, and Kaia.” “Nonsense!” Haru replied. “The really big mountain nearby connects to 2 very tall peaks in New Hampshire! I should also mention that Norumbega is located in the Skygrid, Atticus's home. And,it's the spot where he spends a lot of his time. Northernmost-1, to be exact. And Alice... My pub can also be found in your world. Across the street from your house. Worlds attached by Conduits tend to overlap.” “Also, there are a couple settlements in the path. I'm not sure what to let Atticus say...” “I'm fine,” Atticus replied. “But the people out the window obviously aren't.”

Quickly they all looked out. A large mass of people were running away from a large purple wasp-thing. “Always the giant monster thing,” Kairin muttered. “no matter how much you kill it, it's always the giant monster thing.” More screams rang out from the port. “Haru and I go to the docks, Atticus and Alice go to the north,” Taiki replied. “It will make it a lot less confusing! Sheesh, with about 30 characters here, don't you think that 1 guy will usually get forgotten by the author?” They split up. Haru and Taiki rushed to the south side, their teams in close pursuit.

I've got a bad feeling about this, Haru thought It's His tactic, divide and conquer through fear. Is it possible He's back?

Haru and Taiki reached the piers. The corpses of sailors lay everywhere. Noobs with shell-like growths on their back shambled around. And in the middle of it all, an enormous humanoid thing with jaundiced skin pincers attached to hands, arms covered in tentacles, a hideously twisted snail helmet, stalk eyes, and an enormous shell-like growth on its back. “Remember me, Haru?” it rasped. “Aw Bragshyrr,” Haru groaned, tomahawking a noob that got too close and was stabbing at air.

Haru Axeman 12:58, 16 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 40: Into the Cauldron
The journey towards the ZTI caves was an arduous one, even for the Immortals. Rather than a captor, Kingsley was now a hostage, leading the Immortals to the place where they felt they could serve justice. Along the way they were constantly feeling as if watched. The sun died down as the night settled in, and the group approached the massive gate that enclosed the base's main entrance. The gate was seemingly made of solid gold, and was guarded by two drones.

"Stand aside. I am Leader's Aide 92-20 and you will answer me."

"Affirmative. Name company."

"Inhabitants Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta."

"Speech In-valid. Authorisation Break"

"Override 62-980, Open the gate."

They stood aside, slowly opening the enormous gate. Casually Kingsley walked in, motioning the group to follow him. The chamber was lit by red torches, presumably enchanted. Far off into the distance they could see more small specks of red light, lighting the pathway to an uncertain fate.

"How did you make these tunnels?" asked Traveller.

"We used diggers, courtesy of the Engineering department. The torches are made red by the Chemistry and Herblore department, and the floor was made by the Clone Drones stamping up and down on it."

"Where are we going?"

"I think I'll take you trouble makers to the Iron fist"

"'Trouble makers'? What happened to 'please don't kill me?'"

"The Clone Drones could destroy you. Wipe you out. Rip every one of your cells into atoms, then into sub-atomic particles, and then into quarks. Complete destruction, and all I have to do is say. So I wouldn't get cocky, not if I were you."

There was silence for the next few minutes. Kingsley was now as much as an enemy as he had been when he had first knocked on The Guardian's door, and now the quartet of heroes felt as if they were swirling in the island's molten hot cauldron of evil.

Note: I have a condition called Tendonitus, as in the tendons in my left hand are in-flamed. I'll need to rest it, and thus I'll be making a lesser contribution to the site in the (very) near future.

Andrew 15:49, 28 September 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 41: Silvorb Strike
"Three squadrons coming in - 270 degrees!"

"Intercept Missiles launched."

"Enemy casualties 80% - they're still coming."

"Close In Weapon System online. Fire!"

"Enemies under fire... three to go."

"Enemies down - third quarter clear."

"Top quarter - enemy vessels coming down!"

"What are they? Landers?"

"All sorts - frigates, cruisers, dropships!"

"Roger that - intensify the batteries. Divert all shielding to the top!"

"We're taking hits!"

"Engines down..."

"Secondary bridge out! We lose primary and we're dead!"

"Ion beam! Shields are down! We're - "

The remnants of the Arascus tumbled out of the sky. The ship had been cut into three sections, and each fell like immense metal meteors to the planet. One, two, all three sections slammed into the Wilderness. Five minutes later a horde of vast enemy ships drifted out of the sky and landed nearby. Kharzavore and Phobiac troops poured out. Tyrovah salvage corvettes weaved through the blue sky towards the wrecks, expecting to find rich pickings of valuable metal. Instead they met huge chunks of ice rolling across the landscape. Out of them flew great metal beasts which ripped apart the corvettes with their bare teeth before heading on. The Glacier Tanks trundled past the wrecks and emerged onto the large flat plain where the Kharzavores and Phobiac were unloading and preparing their assault. Murderously they fell on them, tearing their tanks apart and grabbing onto the soldiers, eating them or flying high and using them as living bombs. The Glacier Tanks slowed and stopped a mile away from the enemy frontier, before firing their immense cannons at the aliens. The huge iron shells exploded causing craters with vast diameters. The Kharzavores and Phobiac were able to return fire, but only just, and in the time it took to destroy a whole Glacier Tank the Silvorbs were wiping out several battalions. Things were going very bad for the invaders - but if they were incapable of defending against the Glacier Tanks, then the GDG would have another job on it's hands.

Drauss was tense now - the battle had been raging for hours, and still no side had gained a clear lead. Bruce was comatose and injured. The GDG was losing many of it's smaller ships, and those geostationary satellites that hadn't yet been destroyed were showing that the Glacier Tanks had made landfall. This three-way war was going bad for two of the belligerents, mostly because space was proving to be an uncontrollable dimension of battle. But because the Silvorbs didn't even have space travel and had only just come into contact, they could easily control their forces. That was when Bruce realised something.

Fight fire with fire, he remembered being told. He reached for a microphone.

"Hello, Captain Niss? Yes. Put the Curator in Supreme Command of his forces and get the Silvorbs to go and fight their brethren from the north. And tell them to ready the Planet Cannons in Artillery. We're going to have to fight this the hard way."

--Fegaxeyl 08:59, 5 October 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 42: The Meaning of Life
The Scarecrow had been trailing them, and found the entrance to the cave. It immediately began hacking and saw at the rock. The chainsaws suddenly lit on fire, and burned through the rock. It then wandered down the tunnels. It passed several creatures, all of which cringed and ran off.

There was a sign above the next tunnel, saying "ZTI".

"Thieves and hypocrites!"

Galvan roared, as he jumped out of his destroyed fighter and punched a Silvorb square in the face. He then activated a force field, watching the Silvorb's blasts bounce off.

"Voltan report! Mark this event as special. It has been 42 minutes since the first of our landers touched down!" Galvan roared into his wrist communicator.

In Kharzavore society, the number 42 meant as much to them as Christmas does to humans. In their eyes, 42 is the meaning of life.

Galvan wandered into the Silvorb glacier, activating active camouflage. He withdrew a grenade, and hurled it. It hit the floor, and the entire glacier started to explode, as part of a chain reaction. Galvan smiled, and wielded his assault cannon and walked out.

The evil dude 08:26, 11 October 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 43 - Secrets and Lies
''If this life is the only one, how do we escape it? How do we pass through the boundaries of being, the endless torment that is consciousness into the dark abyss of death? Or is this passing unnecessary? Or even possible?''

The dimly lit tunnels came to an abrupt stop, halting at an immense gate of solid steel. The gate was held shut with an oak beam, and the lights surrounding the gate were a flickering green. Two platforms were set on the wall, with two marked boot spaces.

"That's odd." said Kingsley worryingly. "This gate is supposed to be guarded by two advanced drones, 24/7. That beam is far to heavy for me to lift. Mmm...."

Guardian sighed. As if following orders, he strolled over to the gate and lifted it with his ring finger.

"Now, now, I can't have boasting can I?" said Kingsley, and pulled open the gates, followed by a sudden gasp by the four hostages.

The main hall was glowing, lined with veins of magma from the volcano. Candles floated randomly in the air, releasing a fog-like gas high above the working area. All around the walls were gold decorations with Zamorakian emblems, and portraits of men with long beards. Scientists ran around scattered tables, with bubbling vials and swords crackling with electricity. As Kingley casually led them to one side of the hall, some of them stopped and stared. One scientist, holding a bayonet in his hands, slowly turned with his finger still on the trigger. Another was caging a chinchompa, which un-fortunately exploded when he lost focus.

Kingsley came to a solid gold door, and knocked. A bell rang from inside and he slowly nudged the door open.

"And what do you want?" said the man.

"I have the Immortals here, sir."

"Excellent, send them in."

With a look of sadness on his face, Kingsley turned from the door and strolled over to the Chinchompa victim. Taking lead, Assassin opened the door and marched inside, with his comrades following.

"William, close the door if you will." said the man with a pleasant smile. His accent was a thick Mediterranean tone. He sat back and looked around his small office, which was decorated with golden jewellery and red banners. The Guardian wandered over to the door and closed it silently. "Well well well, Assassin, you have been a bit over-confident here. I never expected you to attempt to take my in-competent inferior hostage."

"Who are you? Why are we here? How do you know us? This is tormenting my cyborg friend!" said The Traveller angrily.

"I am Gorak Spartacus, otherwise known as 'The Dark Mage'. I know you, because you are one of the most well-known men in Immortal legend. I know your brother, because he protested evidence against me at my trial. I know your cyborg because, hey, we created him. I have all of Prototype's thoughts, memories, feeling and annoyances on this record screen. And I know Willian, because he happens to be living on this island." As he said this he passed in front of each of them, a smile on his face.

"You're an Immortal?" asked Assassin.

"Sure, smartstuff. Electrical Manipulation. I could rip you apart. Split up your cells into molecules. Your molecules into atoms. Your atoms into..."

"I think we've heard this one. You're assistant threatened us with roughly the same sentence."

"Ah, good. He's learning. So, what I'm telling you is that I personally can't stand you. I mean, it's not like I support Angeror or anything but you are quite annoying. I mean, you kill the guy and yet you still live? It's crazy!"

"You sound disappointed that I am not yet dead. How fascinating."

"And how exactly is it fascinating?" he said with a curius look.

"I didn't find your opinion fascinating, rather your manner. If you despise me so, why are we being kept in this office, where it is warm and remotely safe. If you wish me to be gone, why didn't you leave us lost in the woods?"

"Because we all have secrets my friend. Your name, for instance. You and your brother have forsaken your names for aliases. I bet you can't even remember it."

"I remember both our names. " interjected Traveller. "I am Arasi..."

"Stop!" shouted Assassin "Our identities our some of the only things we hold sacred!"

"No! I wish not to live behind a cloud! I am Arasiovik Hellenius, son of Tibernicus and Elpis, brother of..."

"That is enough, Arasiovik!" said Gorak with a smirk. He turned to The Assassin. "Like I was saying, we all have our secrets and our lies. Your name, Assassin. Your face, hidden behind a darkened hood, your morals hidden behind the facade of nobility. My secrets are just as important as your, and I wish to keep them, as do you."

The door opened, and four Clone Drones walked in. Strangely, they were not a single colour scheme, rather a mix of the four elements. They marched in behind the comrades and grabbed them by the arms. "Go, Take them. To the prisons for now. I will give them the guided tour in the morning." Slowly they were marched out of the room and to another corridor off the main hall. The corridor was lined with celled, some containing monks, others bored physisists. Guardian (William) and Prototype were placed in one cell while The Assassin and the Traveller (Arasiovik) were placed in another. They slowly marched away, leaving the troupe in silence.

"I have not heard your name for five millennia. I shook me - how you could throw away your identity like that." whispered Assassin.

"No brother, I did not throw away my identity. I gave myself one. You threw yours away when you conjured the name of 'Assassin' and left that memory to rot inside your mind. All I will say is that if you ever need to find out who you are, I'll be waiting." And with that, he moved to the other side of the cell.

Five minutes later 

"William?" asked Prototype. "What is your full name?"

"My name is William Horatio Eldon, also known as 'The Inquisitor' or 'The Guardian'."

"And Traveller, you are 'Arasiovik Hellenius'?" he asked, his hands on the bars. A mutter of "Yes" was heard from under his face-mask. "So The Assassin, being your brother, has the second name of 'Hellenius'?"

"Yes, but can we not talk about it. I'm getting pretty bored in this cell."

"We've only been here five minutes. I was kept here for three weeks after they found me on the island. Albeit I was used to imprisonment by then." said Guardian.

"Can't you bend the bars or something? They look like iron."

"Believe me, I tried. In actual fact they're crystal, covered in an iron shell. Maybe we could escape if we splintered the diamond somehow, but I don't know how to do that."

Suddenly there was a clang from the cell to The Guardian's left. The Immortal's neighbour was a warrior dressed in full dragon armour, and had been sleeping for the groups stay. Suddenly it seemed he had woken up, and as he stretched his armour shook. He took a passing glance at the four new prisoners and shuddered into the corner of his cell. Slowly he raised his hand too his helmet and pulled it up, revealing the face of a man The Assassin thought he would never see again - Chris Grantly.

Andrew 15:09, 13 October 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 44 - Pain
The Scarecrow arrived in the lab section of the base. He revved up both chainsaws, as several scientists sounded the alarm. Some Clone Drones arrived, surrounding the newcomer. But the Scarecrow immediately struck at one, and had a sudden surge of energy gush through it. The robot exploded, but the shard within the Scarecrow just got stronger.

More memories sifted through, and the shard's mind was expanding. Gorak arrived at the scene, sensing what was happening.

"Well well well, what do we have here? There's something about you... something I can't remember. You'd better start speaking, or you're in for some hood chopping!"

"I can remember you very well, Gorak Spartacus. You were just another idiot trying to survive in Lunican society... and you failed. I am Angeror, referred to as the Confederate of Chaos and other such trivial titles."

"Of course! Now I know - you came to my world, trying to ravage it. You then killed the one who tried to stop you. Yet, you left our world unscathed, and many decades later recruited us into a war against an impossible enemy. But shouldn't you be dead"

"That is me alright - but I had problems with Death, and I cheated it, only to be turned into a crystal. Life is good Spartacus, and you must stand out of my way if you want to keep yours!"

Gorak only laughed, as he snapped his fingers. More Clone Drones appeared.

"I will be known in history as the slayer of Angeror, a creature older than the stars themselves!" Gorak sneered, as he walked off. But the ceiling split open, as several Kharzavore paratroopers landed, opening fire on all the Clone Drones.

Angeror headed toward the prison block, followed by his strike force. When they arrived, each prisoner got up immediately. Evil had just walked into the room.

"Another old friend, I see. Remember me, Hellenius?" Scarecrow jeered, as his head turned into a Xenomorph one.

The Assassin jumped back, in sheer shock.

"I must be hallucinating!" he muttered.

"The other mind shard! Give me it's location!" Angeror shouted.

"But I don't know-"

"Traveller! Use your water power or whatever on the bars!" Angeror snarled. Ariasovikk didn't budge, but Angeror then slapped him through the bars.

"I have powers? I always thought I didn't. I never showed any sign of such a thing." said Arasiovik. Suddenly water pursat from his hands, and the cheap iron covering was rusted away from the bars. The Scarecrow took the bars in his tentacles and, using his chainsaws, splintered through the crystal.

"I have no use for you others!" Angeror shouted at the Prototype and William, grabbing Arasiovik and Assassin and walking off.

(Edited by Andrew 21:43, 19 October 2008 (UTC))

Chapter 45: An Uncountable Loss
''There are times in this life of our where the path to good becomes broken away and soiled. We begin to question the way to good, the way to live our lives. We turn to Gods, to Science, and some to pure Hope.''

Gorak ran through the many Drones and Kharzavores, blasting one here or there as he went. Rushing into the prisons, he aimed a bolt of lightning directly at the Scarecrow's torso, bursting him into flames. The Assassin and Arasiovik gave him, a glance before running to the other cells containing Chris, William and Prototype.

"Stand back" said Gorak simply, sending a crackle of electricity at the two locks. They immediately clicked open, and the thankful comrades left their cells. As if under command they all followed Gorak down the corridor into a heavily locked side door, slamming it shut behind them. "Go over there" he said, pointing to a small middle space. The cavern was circular, and had many iron portals inside it. In the centre was a brick pattern, and next to the entrance was a complex desk system.

Gorak fitted the last few manual defences on the door then sat down at the desk. Flicking random buttons, the portals came to life in swirling mist. "That's odd." he said to himself, flicking even more switches. "This usually doesn't work without the key."

"I knew you would be here." said a voice from the side of the room. It was Kingsley, his Unholy Symol thrown onto the ground. "So I operated the manual override. I always knew more about these portals than you."

"You had no right!" shouted Gorak with a crackle of Electricity. He still faced his desk, obsessively flicking switches and twisting dials. Soon the room was alert with the bright, flickering portals. The Assassin stood forward and confronted Gorak.

"These portals were not, I presume, natural portals." he said with a certain question in his voice. Gorak was still flickering away at his desk. "What are you insinuating? This operation has nothing to do with you." said Gorak passively.

"It is his business! He's your uncle, and for a matter of fact, so am I!" proclaimed Arasiovik. There was an uneasiness in the cavern. The Assassin turned and looked his brother in the eye.

"How are we related to this... this... man?" Gorak had a smile on his face. He swivelled round for the first time in the conversation.

"I am the unfortunate son of your half-brother Custodis. I take the name of my mother because it was my father that killed my mother and framed me for several vicious crimes in my youth. Now at the moment, I'm not in the mood for nostalgia, so if you could please let me get on..."

"What are you doing, anyway?" asked Chris, edging towards Gorak. "Why do we need the portals?"

"Please, leave me alone Tarquin! And to answer your question, I'm not only setting up the portal. I'm sending a call to all Clone Drones and Scientists to focus on the ZTI Base, as well as a call for help from the Immortals. We need all the help we get and I'm getting ready for a rebellion."

"A rebellion? By who?" Chris replied, stretching out his claws and tail. Scales emerged on the back of his head and horns came through his front.

"I noticed something while out in that fray. Scientists were being killed, but not only by Khazavores, but Clones as well. They're starting it by disguising their kills, damn I made them clever."

Suddenly, there was a huge gun-shot sound from one of the portals. This portal was blood-red, and had a huge vortex in the centre. "Get over here and grab the door!" They all did this, as small stones were pulled into the portal. Soon they were floating a few inches above the ground, the force of the portal so strong. It was becoming extremely difficult to hold on to the door, with the Assassin's gloves slipping and Arasiovik's hands producing water. Unfortunately, it was the former who eventually had to let go and was sucked, feet first into the portal.

East Ardougne Castle, King's Chambers.

The Assassin landed with a rough bang on the floor, scraping his arm on the exposed floorboards. He stood up and saw, too his surprise, that he could see the entirety of a small city in ruins, the walls of the castle seemingly melted away. He took a short glance across the area. It was unmistakably Ardougne, no doubt in that, but it seemed deformed somehow. Not right. Vines swept the streets, rats ran amok in homes. Skeletons and bodies lay in beds. Assassin sighed with a deep, sharp breath of stagnant air. He then looked around. The entire front of the King's Chambers had been destroyed, leaving it open to the air. A skeleton, presumably Lathas due to the jewellery it had, lay by his feet.

"What did this?" Assassin asked to himself, shaking his head, "What could do this." It was then when he saw it. A figure in the ruins, a relatively tall, fit man running in snake-skin and wielding a yew bow. His face was covered by something Assassin recognized very well: A grimy face-mask. He looked up at The Assassin, and was suddenly very alert.

"You! Name yourself!" he shouted, his voice deeper than usual.

"I am your brother, Arasiovik. Need I be named?" he said. Arasiovik was shaking his head, and threw up a rope towards the room.

"I am serious! This is not the time for jokes! You've just appeared with absolutely no trace of your previous destination!" he said calmly. He pulled himself up the rope, climbing over Lathas's corpse.

"Where am I? When did this happen? What are you wearing?" The Assassin asked. "Why don't you know me, brother?"

"I will give you one last chance. Tell me your real Identity or I will kill you right here!" he said with a clenched fist.

"I am... The Assassin, son of Tibernicus and Elpis, brother to Arasiovik, half-brother to Custodis, uncle to Gorak Spartacus, a member of the Hellenius clan." The Assassin recited. Once more Arasiovik shook his head and then, within a second, he had punched his hand all the way through his body and out the other side. The Assassin stood still, and to his great thanks the hole healed. Slowly Arasiovik stepped back, his face pale.

"But you're.... you're dead!" he said nervously, "Angeror took your life! That was seven years ago! But yet you're hear, alive and well, and still wearing the same clothes you died in." The Assassin looked at his clothes, which noticeably hadn't changed in a long time. He walked forward and whispered a question in his ear:

"What is my name?"

Arasiovik was silent. He leaned forward and whispered a name in his ear:

"Or..." Suddenly there was a small explosion from the river, and a group of what looked like revenants came storming towards them. "Lets go!" he shouted, grabbing The Assassin in his arms and pressing a small button on his wrist-watch. In a second they had disappeared in a flash of light and the two Immortals spun away from the ruined capital.

To be continued...

Andrew 15:25, 20 October 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 46: Reformed?
Angeror opened the door of the portal room, and grabbed Gorak.

"I must have my other shard! I know you retrieved it earlier from the heart of the volcano! Hand it over!" Angeror snarled.

"How do I know you want kill us all as I give you it, thus increasing your power?" Gorak jeered back.

"Fool! Are you blind? On the other side of the world, a battle rages. Kharzavore forces are battling out with the GDG high up in the sky, and they have drained this world of oil! Gielinor is soon going to go down to hell, and it will be your fault!"

"Why do you want to save us anyway?"

"Because this is not the way the world ends. It must live another dozen thousand years before being obliterated! Do you know how much I hate time paradoxes? It's such a mess..."

Gorak thought for a moment, then he dug into his pocket. He held the shard, and Angeror snatched it from him. Suddenly, the room was encased in light as two shards merged together. When the light inferno decreased, the Scarecrow transformed into Angeror's form before he died.

"I need more power! I need the ten others!" he hissed.

"Are you forgetting something?" Gorak interrupted.

"In time, in time, but first... those portals... what the *@#~ were you thinking? If you continue, you may tear the very fabric of time!"

Gorak sighed, and reopened the doors.

The evil dude 18:02, 20 October 2008 (UTC)

Chapter 47: Sudden Shock
The Assassin could feel every last atom of his being melting away. He was dragged head first into a bright-blue vortex. He could tell it was a make-shift teleport, although a certain gladness washed over him. He had escaped from that horrific image of death and destruction, that black precipice on existence's edge. Despite this, a strange fore-boding crept over him. Why was his brother so strange? Why did he think that he was dead, and how did it affect Ardougne?

The two eventually took a sharp turn and came spinning from the vortex, emerging onto a central podium. They were in a large hall, quite similar to the ZTI base except that the veins of magma were joined with transparent water-tubing. Several armoured soldiers ran around the hall, with rag-shod refugees slotting in between them. High above them The Assassin could see a vast glass ceiling, with six symbols. The centre symbol was a triple A, lined with deep yellows, but the other symbols were instantly recognizable. Around the AAA's edge were similarly decorated symbols: The peace-symbol for the Peacekeepers, the Dragon Rune of the Dracomancers, The GDG-symbol of the Gielinor Defender Group, The ZTI-symbol of the Zamorakian Technological Institute and the Infinity-symbol of the Immortals.

"What is this place?" asked The Assassin in utmost awe. Arasiovik gave a look a respected teacher might give a mis-behaving pupil and then replied,

"This is the base of the AAA, The Anti-Angeror Alliance" he said with an authoritarian tone. "We are a joint effort by the Peacekeepers, The Dracomancers, the Zamorakian Technological Institute, the Gielinor Defender Group and the Immortals to battle against the forces of Angeror. We formed after your death..."

"Wait a second, I killed Angeror. He only exists as the Scarecrow now. Surely he's no longer a threat."

"You did that in your world, brother. In ours Angeror drained your life-force and killed you, leaving the rest of the world to be controlled by chaos. Your passing into this world has given us hope, hope that you may take back this world and tell us where it all went wrong."

"How am I supposed to know? I know nothing of this existence. Do you expect me to trace back the very moment at which it all went wrong?"

"Yes."

There was a sudden flash of red light, and another figure emerged on the podium. He was dressed in full dragon-armour, and was different from the rest of the troops. On his head he bore a crown encrusted with rubies, and his armour had a scratch across it's length. On seeing Assassin he stumbled back, as if seeing a long-lost friend, and as he raised his helmet the assassin did the same back. For the face of the warrior, and the last living lord of time, was that of John Dixon.

Our World, The ZTI Island

"Damn this whole business!" shouted Spartacus after closing the doors behind Angeror. "I don't need this sort of thing. I mean, without opening a portal, I can't even get to my office!"

"Calm down Gorak. You worry too much." said Chris

"Please Tarquin, I don't need your help!"

"Why do you call him Tarquin?" asked Arasiovik, who had been wondering about the name for a while.

"Were you raised by Humans or something? You have no idea who this man is, even though he's a close relation? He's your uncle! Tarquinius Hellenius!"

"I told you to not call me that anymore, insolent child!" said Chris, suddenly changing the tone of his voice and morphing his hand into a claw.

"Woah... There's no need for this." said William, standing in the triangle formed by the three men. "Isn't there enough violence outside to start fighting in here? And amongst family? Now I don't think that Arasiovik's ignorance, Gorak's insolence or Chris's isolation are good things, but they're not an excuse to take up arms."

There was a moment of silence. Chris morphed back his hand, Gorak crushing a prepared lightning-ball into his hand and Arasiovik trotting forward. They all then started at the portal system, Gorak rushing over and beginning to flip more switches. Andrew 17:12, 8 December 2008 (UTC) (Later edited again at 17:05, 12 December 2008 (UTC))

Chapter 48: Option 100
Drauss had had enough. The battle in space had cost thousands of lives. Millions of tonnes of irradiated wreckage were falling across the planet. The vast enemy fleets were pounding the GDG’s ships into oblivion, but not without taking a pounding themselves. In the north, the beleaguered generals were falling back to human wave attacks against the Kharzavore landers. On the home front the situation was just as bad; Bruce had fallen into a dangerous coma. Moral was low and supplies were dropping. Almost the entire of the GDG’s strongest reserves had been committed to the battle. Already the battle had raged for hours; but in just a few more hours it would be a unilateral defeat. There was only one option left.

Drauss, standing in the vast battle control room at the core of the GDG’s base, watched and listened as the casualties kept on rising. A screen had a death count; the last two figures were spiralling up so fast they were merely blurs. Drauss had resigned micromanaging every ship in the fleet and coordinating them in vast, improbable strategies – his commanders would do that now, for him. This battle would signal the end for the GDG – even if a decisive victory was salvaged, the GDG had let the planet be the subject of a massive lie by Saltius, and then stood by for days without any offensive action against alien invaders. This battle had already cost a massive chunk of the GDG’s manpower, and by its end much of it would have been destroyed.

Unless...

Drauss’s eyes widened. A single thought had entered his mind – he had had it hours ago, but up until now he had forgotten it. He had ordered the vast Planet Cannons to go online, ready to shoot immense shells into space to take down even the greatest of the enemy’s ship. But he could go one step further. When the Planet Cannons had first been designed, a top-secret last-measure contingency plan had been though up. The GDG had amassed a great many alien superweapons, and after many years the Gielinor Defender Group’s top engineers and scientists had managed to combine the most destructive and powerful of these technologies into a single, devastatingly powerful device. Just a few of these so-called ‘Ragnarok Bombs’ had been constructed; one for each Planet Cannon, but that was more than enough. It was time to sound the death knell for Galvan and his interstellar marauders.

“People!” he called out across the control room, “People! May I have your attention for a moment.” The talking in the room petered out. “Ladies, gentlemen, hermaphrodites, we all know that we are facing an unwinnable battle. Even if we do manage to defeat the Kharzavores and force them into the wastes beyond Massiur, the GDG will be permanently crippled. This battle cannot achieve victory, and it will end, but I do not intend to concede defeat.

“We all know that we have a network of Planet Cannons arranged across the planet, capable of hurling MOABs and nuclear devices into space, with enough force to rip through anything that presented itself to them. But we also have an even more powerful option for the most dire of emergencies. We call it Option 100. We have combined the most powerful of the alien technologies we’ve salvaged to construct a cocktail of death. Plasma, antimatter, nuclear fusion, gravity wells, wave motion devices, electron diluters – only the best has been put in our bombs, our Ragnarok bombs. I’m going to deliver an ultimatum to Galvan, and in the mean time all ships are to be withdrawn to well within the atmosphere – Option 100 is designed to wipe clean virtually everything in orbit. So, you have your orders – now carry them out.

Drauss once again stood in the conference room of the base, and once more the strange reptilian face of Galvan was projected onto the vast screen ahead.

“Galvan. Commander of the Kharzavore fleet. We need to talk.”

Galvan gave a deep chuckle. “Indeed we do, human. I see your fleet has withdrawn. Ready to negotiate a peace treaty?”

“No. I am negotiating the terms of your surrender. The fleet hasn’t withdrawn due to defeat – in fact, it has withdrawn to ensure victory. You see, we might be weaker than you, a species with countless centuries of knowledge of space travel, but we are a unique species. Our open minds have let us learn from and assimilate the technologies of our vanquished foes. We’ve defeated over a hundred alien threats large and small, and now we’re going to demonstrate the effectiveness of what we have learned.”

“Your words mean nothing to me, human. You are a scavenger species by your words, and one that survives by mere luck. Our allies, the Phobiac and Tyrovah had origins similar to yours, but they were ready to sacrifice everything for victory. You? You withdraw at the first opportunity and now attempt to blackmail your way to safety. And you, Drauss, the most powerful man on the planet, even you remain on the surface to negotiate peace. Clearly not as bold as you were just days ago, flying up to meet us in person.”

“I stay down here not out of fear but out of safety. Unless you and your entire military force withdraws out of this system, then we will use our ultimate weapon on your force. I can promise nothing for you except massive casualties. You have one hour to comply – one twenty-fourth of this planet’s rotational period.” Drauss remained cool.

“My Kharzavore fleet has never withdrawn from a system! We already have all the oil we need; you waste your futile weapons on us, and then we shall come back down to mop up the remnants of your race and strip this planet bare! No deposit of any mineral shall remain untouched, and none of your race shall survive. Launch your so-called ultimate weapon at us – I shall relish in your misery as the sheer power of the Kharzavores, Phobiac and Tyrovah deflect your puny blasts.” The screen went dead. Drauss was left to look at a blank panel. He opened his mouth a crack, and whispered.

“So be it.” He turned and walked out of the room, back down to the control room. Option 100 was waiting.

One hour later, the ultimatum had expired. With a solemn but merciless feeling of power, Drauss hit a small red button. Three thousand Planet Cannons across the surface received the order, and the vast Ragnarok bombs were loaded, and fired. For the Kharzavores, Armageddon had come.

--Fegaxeyl 19:01, 15 February 2009 (UTC)

Chapter 49: Annihilation
Galvan stared at his fleet, then at the blasts and shrapnel. Galvan realised Drauss as not lying about his weapon of mass destruction. One cruiser went down in a flash, then two dozen Tyrovah ships were grinded into atoms. Before his own eyes, his fleet was obliterating, and he barked commands. Now, half of the fleet was decimated, with thousands of Kharzavores, Tyrovah and Phobiac deceased. All forces were withdrawn from Gielinor, and the frigate Benevolence fell into the atmosphere when hit by a stray homing missile.

Benevolence was the ship containing all the oil collected once the pods had it all teleported there. In a last attempt to save the frigate, lieutenant Mechan jettisoned all the oil aboard in order the lighten the load. Trillions of gold coins worth of oil washed into the Kharidian desert, where it went down a massive crevice, back underground. Soon enough, the oil would seep into an underground mainstream and spread all over.

Galvan had ordered an immediate retreat, as the remnants of the fleet fled into hyperspace. Billions of cheers from the planet could be heard all over the planet, as a global celebration commenced.

The Zeraki had escaped the total annihilation in his starfighter, Black Heart. He contacted Angeror, who was still on Gielinor.

"They failed, yet I didn't. You are alive and well, m'lord. What shall you do now?"

"All the crystals have been located, and I have them all, thanks to the ZTI and their portals. Now fully resurrected and all my powers returned, I can plot again to take control of this universe. I have to plot in the shadows, and you must make sure no one knows of my existence. Tell Halvinor to meet me on his fortress, for he is another being I can trust. And one more thing; wipe all traces of me from the minds of the Assassin and his friends."

"It will be done, m'lord. I will keep an eye on the universal Senate for you"

Angeror nodded, and disappeared from the screen. Zeraki nodded, and lifted his monstrous head. He was headed for the centrepoint of the Runiverse, the Archaen Cluster.

. 08:53, 16 February 2009 (UTC)

Chapter 50: Oh no...
''Erm... Wow, this is awkward. It's been so long since I last posted, I've... forgotten my plotline. And, I never thought I'd have to compress the remainder of this roughly 30 chapter long story into one chapter. No siree! Anyway... I might have to do a cliff hanger. Yeah, that'll do. That'll save me from making up new material.''

Angeror's World 

The Assassin was sitting on a chest, running his hands through his concealed hair and sighing every few minutes. Half-an-hour ago, his long lost friend (well, to be truth he was too dead to care) had appeared in front of his eyes. John Dixon: Time Lord, Dracomancer, Warrior. John Dixon, in The Assassin's world, had been killed while saving the world from this world's tyrant, Angeror. Evidently something in this world changed, because here, John had obviously lived to tell the tale.

"But... how?" asked The Assassin, still staring at John's scratched helmet. "How did you reverse time in 180 without killing yourself?"

"You stepped in. Did something I'd never seen you do before. You held my hand, and you gave me life." replied John.

Flashback 180 (5th), Angeror's World

John looked down at the staff. He saw it's glowing energy, which he could never harness. He looked at the screen, then at the staff, and then at his own face, in a conveniently placed river. In his reflection, his eyes were still glowing. He turned, and said to Angeror, "Even if it destroys the universe itself, if it destroys me, it must be done." then, he closed his eyes, and erupted in the same green energy. Using this power along with the staff's and the book's, he held the staff over his head and said, "Tiempo Raevaco Merisio Erutus!" All the energy from the 3 powerful objects flew off into the sky. Unable to watch any longer, The Assassin ran forward and grabbed John's hand, channelling energy into him. John's look of tiredness and fatigue faded, as new life was pumped into him.

Time was, even though Angeror used his sheer will to combat it, reversed to the point before the spirits escaped. The energy then sealed any gaps in the void.

When all on RuneScape was fine again, the group travelled on, off to find a way to kill Angeror.

The Present Day (Angeror's World)

"But why did I do that? In my world..." he stopped there. Suddenly his eyes lit up in realization. "I didn't lock away my memory. In this reality, I didn't remove my memories in 172. I still knew myself, and was able to help you survive!"

Andrew 10:07, 16 February 2009 (UTC)

Chapter 51: Order 77
The Zeraki glided silently through the halls of the Great Archives. The Great Archives was the ultimate catalogue to all recorded life and worlds in the known universe. The Archives themselves were located in the New Senate, which has replaced the old Transcendental Senate decades ago. Since then, most of the sentient races in the universe had joined, and every civilized world (civilized as in capable of space travel) had a representative there.

The being known as "The Assassin" seemed to escape him, and thus his mind cannot be wiped. The Zeraki had trailed his potential energy to a strange portal room back on Gielinor, but he didn't dare venture beyond the walls of this universe.

He was successful, however, in destroying all traces of Angeror in the minds of Prototype, Gorak, Chris, William and Ariasovik. He considered destroying all traces of him in the catalogue, but decided against it, for everyone believed him dead.

Zeraki came to the Archives for two reasons. He could track down Halvinor using data corruption, and send him the message. He did. Secondly, to keep an eye on the Senate. He hovered through the hallways and corridors and arrived at the massive and expansive hall. There were hundreds of floating chairs and massive telescreens kept opening up and closing. This indicated a deep debate between the corrupt and money-crazed politicians.

He sat himself down, and listened to the intense discussion. However, he saw someone he recognized as the centre of the debate.

"...the planet Gielinor is a dangerous one! I propose we blockade it and prevent anyone from entering or leaving!" Galvan roared through the telescreen, with several cheers from the crowd.

"Hold, hold on! You need evidence that this class-3 world is potentially dangerous!" the shadow chancellor of the court shouted.

"Happily, shadow chancellor. See this footage my camera droid shot" Galvan replied calmly, as a massive telescreen materialized in the centre of the hall. The footage was that of the GDG using the planet cannons to crush half the Kharzavore fleet.

"And we have many witnesses! Senator Pheare of Phobia IV can recount the events that took place when we asked peacefully for oil. The same can be said for Senator Anurah of Tyr II" Galvan continued, as the Phobiac and Tyrovah senators stood up and nodded.

"This evidence seems conclusive! All in favour of executing Order 77 on the planet Gielinor of the Gieli System, located within the Jagex Nebula and Gower Galaxy, rise!"

75% of the senators rose. The Zeraki grinned wickedly, as he rose too.

"Then the motion shall be carried. The Fists of Fear will be sent to blockade the planet!" the shadow chancellor declared, and thus a dark era for Gielinor would slowly start from this moment onwards...

. 20:08, 18 February 2009 (UTC)

Chapter 52: Foundations of an Empire
Two days had passed since the Kharzavore fleet had vacated Gielinor’s orbit. The surviving Kharzavores, Phobiac and Tyrovah on the planet had been rounded up and imprisoned by the GDG, and their technology was undergoing brutal examination. The war had been brief, but despite the apparent victory problems were already arising back on the planet.

Drauss, as the supreme head of the GDG was responsible for all its actions, and now was standing against an enquiry initiated by the League of States – a supranational legislative body comprising the heads of government of all its member states. The League of States, despite being heavily supported by Drauss and his brainchild, had adopted in the war a sliding feeling of anti-GDG resentment. The League was fairly small – Gielinor had only a few dozen states – but had a lot of power. And now they were turning this power against the GDG.

“Now, Drauss, as the head of the GDG, do you accept that any casualties caused by its action or lack thereof are ultimately your responsibility?”

“I do, Inquisitor Hull.”

“And that as the GDG is the primary planetary defence its actions form the entirety of the military action in the recent conflict, you are therefore responsible for every casualty?”

“No, but I would say around 95% of casualties or damage were by-products of our actions.”

“Very well. Now, sir, this inquiry has been formed to evaluate the effectiveness of the GDG in past military paranormal actions.”

“I’m aware of that, your grace.”

“Reviewing past damages, would you say that the GDG has been somewhat... ineffective at times?”

“I would have to argue strongly against that point, your grace,” Drauss started, “Had it not been for the GDG’s actions casualties on past military encounters civilian populations could have run into the millions, or even - ”

“Cyber Invasion – 800,000 dead. Undead Invasion – 1,500,000 dead. Various portal disasters since then – around 300,000 casualties from various causes. And now official estimates are putting the casualty count of this latest encounter at two or three million, with billions – trillions of gold coins worth of damage caused!” There were murmurs from the audience. “And may I remind the jury and my fellow League members, that for at least half the time the alien presence was known to us the GDG remained stationary!” The jury started to mutter more loudly now. The judge became wary. “Furthermore,” the Inquisitor continued, “The GDG is a privately-run organisation that offers little or no benefit to the rest of civilization!”

“Now listen here!” Drauss shouted out, “My organisation has protected you from the threats beyond the stars a hundred times! I’ve done everything I can to bring world civilization to a level which thirty years ago would seem like luxury to a king!” The jury howled and shouted. The judge banged his gavel against the table.

“Order! Order!” The jury quietened down.

“Now, sir,” the Inquisitor continued to Drauss, “I’d like to address your financial earnings on a yearly basis.”

“I can assure you that my money comes from totally legitimate sources and that a sizable amount of it is donated to charities and development projects.”

“Oh, no, sir, I’m not questioning what you do with your money. I’m wondering how you can possibly justify and explain how you manage to earn almost half a billion gold coins worth last year?”

“Investing,” Drauss said, “I’ve grown the market as we know it today, and I’ve invested my money strategically since its birth. I also gain a fair amount of money from private contributors.”

“And yet how can you justify being worth a devilish amount of money when half the planet remains living in squalor?”

“I spend virtually none of the money I own. I keep it locked up in private bank accounts, and live a relatively simple lifestyle. I’d be happy to divulge a full account of my bank balance but I believe we are moving away from our original point – of the ‘redundancy’ of my organisation.”

“Indeed,” the judge said, “Mr Drauss’s personal fortune is not the topic of this inquiry.”

The Inquisitor looked at Drauss. “To round up my statements, members of the jury and of the League, I believe that a single, privately-owned defence company is now unneeded in this more modern, civilized age, especially when we cannot trust that organization to act in the most effective ways to reduce civilian casualties and damage. I propose that we order the GDG to share its knowledge of advanced alien technologies with the rest of the planet or face forceful dissolution.”

Drauss scoffed, and then turned to face Inquisitor Hull. “Inquisitor, there is no need to enact that order, or even to vote on it. In light of the... unfortunate recent events we have begun a full overview of our policy and come to a logical conclusion. Clearly the planet is ready, and desires these technologies – the GDG has used its captured technologies for military purposes, when their possibility for civilian application and betterment is limitless. The planet has established a more or less central ruling body. It can use this to co-ordinate its defensive efforts. The reason we suffer so is because we let our enemies come to us... and once we have defeated them, we merely secure our boundaries for the next assault. We do not continue the fight and totally extinguish the threat. The Gielinor Defender Group, as a planetary defence body, is redundant. And so, over the coming months, the GDG will be reformed into a newer, stronger organisation – one that will spread our combined civilizations across the stars, and carve a new empire with Gielinor at its heart. Defence of Gielinor will be left to the nations of the League. The expansionist aims of the planet will be fulfilled by us. Already the first star ships are ready for any fight.

“Soon Gielinor will no longer be a planet of the doomed... but a planet of the great.”

--Fegaxeyl 21:47, 18 February 2009 (UTC)

Capter 53: Iron Fists
Sometime later, the trial ended and Drauss walked out of the building. He was clearly pleased with the results, but others weren't.

He was stopped dead by the appearance of Torack Joblar, and he had an infuriated expression on his face.

"Gielinor is about about to become corrupt, and it's all your fault! This proposal of an empire will surely ruin the balance!" he snapped.

"What on earth are you talking about? And how do you know this?"

"I was invited to the hearing to give my opinion, but I left it out in the end. You give the civilians all this tech and they'll get greedy! Criminals will rule the streets armed with guns, and it get worse than that! There will be total war, which will result in Gielinor becoming a crater!"

"But yo cannot be so selfish to deprive the people of this wonderful-"

"I will hear nothing of it! I shall make it my personal mission to stop this, and if you get in the way, I cannot be responsible for my actions!" Torack hissed, and was about to stalk off when the whirring of intergalactic engines filled the air. An alien dropship whizzed over, as people ducked. A hovertank had suddenly appeared round the corner and pointed it's massive ion cannon at Drauss. The dropship was nowhere in sight, and Drauss put his hands up.

A two-metre tall being in hulking red armour opened the troop hatch and jumped out of the two-manned tank. He approached Drauss and Torack, as the latter started to scan the alien. The alien was crimson everywhere, from his gauntlets to his head. Drauss couldn't tell it wore a helmet or if that was just its head. Its head was triangular, with purple, cold eyes and fire coming out of his body and arms.

"Humans of Gielinor, my scanners have detected you are Drauss of the Gielinor Defender Group. I was also able to read your mind and find out you are the one who can represent your world in front of the universe. I am Captain Tskh'Orsudlk, commander in-chief of the Fists of Fear. Address me as Captain, for your dialect cannot possibly pronounce my name. I apologize for scaring you with my dropship and armoured repulsorlift recon assault vehicle, but this world is new to me, and I expected hostilities."

"I welcome you then Captain to this blissful planet. How might I be of service?" Drauss asked politely, never taking his eyes off the Captain's flaming torso.

"Gielinor is a level three planet, so the Senate never really knew of its existence until twenty years ago. Since then, we have reports of countless invasions on your people from merciless aliens. But it seems, in the latest case, you have turned from defenceless to full armed and ready to conquer. General Galvan of the Kharzavores claims to have lost half his fleet when they asked peacefully for oil-"

"Peaceful? That liar! He attacked us, and forced us to do his bidding and stole the oil from us-"

"I am but a mere security enforcer, not a private detective. That matter can be dealt with in the Senate, where it truly matters. For now, your whole planet has been blockaded by us Fists after a notion in the Senate passed and you were seen as a threat. No one can leave or enter this world without our permission, and so to warn you now, you try to bypass our systems you will be shot out of the sky. I have been assigned as a field agent, and thus I will be staying right here, and I will be on constant patrol. Now, tell your elders and whatnot - this world belongs to the Shadow Chancellor of the Court. Is that understood!"

Drauss nodded, and the Captain went back to his ARRAV. The tank skidded away, as Torack slipped away. Drauss was left stunned, and pondered. ''Some guy I've never heard of controls our world now? So much has happened in a year''.

. 20:44, 23 February 2009 (UTC)

Chapter 54: Society Reborn
“Peoples of the planet,” Drauss declared to a gathered crowd assembled in Varrock Square, and to the cameras that would beam this speech worldwide, “I bring you much news. First, we are now free of the threat of the Kharzavores and their allies. In the north a great wave of massive vehicles crewed by vengeful creatures long forgotten have been halted. Through the co-operation of the entire planet, we have ensured that peace has come to the many races of Gielinor, and despite the many casualties we have all suffered their deaths will not be in vain.

“However as one alien presence is removed another takes it’s place. In response to the drastic action we decided to take to liberate our planet, a federation of intelligent alien beings has decided to blockade our fair planet. My friends, I stress that they are not a threat – they have decided to act only because they believe it is best for them, and action has been taken through reasoned, democratic action. Having spoken to one of their envoys it appears that this blockade is similarly useful for us – no species may enter the planet unless granted special permission, so no marauding alien threats may attack our planet.

“It is here where I return to the sacrifice maid by our brethren in the planet-wide battle with the Kharzavores. As you know the GDG is the only thing that has kept the alien threats from destroying our planet and its inhabitants, but the scale of the threats we now recognise has caused us to rethink our strategy. No longer shall the planet’s defences be the high-tech GDG and then the swords and spells used but thirty years ago. We have decided that the amazing technology the GDG controls is the property of everyone on the planet, and as such we will be granting all citizens the access to our devices.

“The benefits these will have on society are limitless. Dwarven technology can run on clean, nuclear power rather than choking, coal-burning power plants. The rare luck of the remedies the Apothecary gives will be replaced by medicines and vaccines guaranteed to work. And in the winter no one need stock up great amounts of wood for fire – electricity flowing from great power plants shall keep everyone warm. But with these privileges come responsibility. The GDG’s technology will be dispensed to each nation, and each nation will have to use this technology appropriately for its peoples’ good. The power plants and laser weapons will be staffed not by GDG experts but by the best minds of each country. The GDG shall still remain to help, of course, but it will also concentrate on other, more important goals.

“Protected by a federation of powerful and intelligent alien species, I know that Gielinor will enter a new Golden Age.”

To widespread applause, Drauss walked off the podium. Gathered nearby were a number of the GDG’s top members, ranging from scientists to generals. Drauss noticed Cratus standing in a dark corner. He walked up to him.

“Cratus,” Drauss said, “Good work in the Archipelago.”

“Fighting off an entire squadron of alien ships with just two cruisers? That’s more than just good, Drauss.”

Drauss smiled. Despite all these years, he and Cratus had remained good friends. However, there were signs of change. Cratus was growing old for his species, and was facing growing unrest in his home at the Crate Archipelago. And with Drauss’s controversial move for providing advanced technology to the world – and the fact that he had barely discussed it with Cratus – meant that the future of their friendship could be rocky.

“Cratus – we’ve barely spoken about the plan. What do you think of it?”

Cratus looked up his crocodilian beak at Drauss with his big black eyes. After a moment, he spoke. “It’s a plan of great foresight, Drauss. One of great ambition. A little like me. And that’s why...” he took a deep breath, “That’s why I want to lead it.”

“Lead it?” Drauss asked, puzzled.

“My people weary of a monarchy. They want democracy; they want the fruits of globalization. I’ve seen nearly a hundred years of this planet. In five or six years, I will have seen enough. Drauss, the GDG has opened my eyes to an entire universe, and I want to be a part of the discovery of it.”

“Cratus...”

“Drauss. I have plenty of time to think it out. Perhaps as much as a decade. You’re still going to be seeing a lot of me.”

“Oh, damn,” Drauss said, jokingly.

Cratus smiled – or gave as good an equivalent as he could with a crocodile’s jaw. “And on the topic of adventure – a friend is back.” Drauss knew who Cratus was talking about. Through a door came, in a wheelchair and with his left arm in a cast, Bruce Brysworth.

“Back in the land of the living?” Drauss asked.

“More or less,” Bruce replied. “What did I miss whilst I was in that coma?”

“A lot, I’m afraid,” Drauss answered. “You alright?” Bruce nodded.

“The doctor – well, medical droid – says I’m going to make a complete recovery. Apparently they injected a load of those little healing robots into my bloodstream, so not only will I be back I’ll be better than new. And besides, I’ve still got to get that Orb from the Silvorbs up in Frigid Wastes. And this time I’ll be careful not to get run over by giant moving glaciers.”

As Bruce was speaking more people filed through the door – the Prodigies. Eight of the most remarkable individuals on the planet. And then came a pool of silver – the Curator had returned from the north. Gathered in the room were twelve amazing heroes, each bearing the scars of the past battle. Each having suffered great injury from the constant onslaughts of alien foes. Each ready to avenge their planet, and pave the way to make the peoples of Gielinor great. One shared goal, and all committed to making it happen.

They had reached the point of No Return.

--Fegaxeyl 21:43, 28 February 2009 (UTC)

''This’ll probably be my final post. This concludes my storyline in this role play of the GDG and Bruce Brysworth, so could everyone else please avoid any major changes of continuity.''

Chapter 55: A New Dawn
I know that Gielinor will enter a new Golden Age

Those very words rung like a bell in Angeror's mind. He and his most trustworthy allies saw the recording of Drauss' speech aboard the Shadow of Persistence, Halvinor's personal flagship.

"Thieves and scavengers! They believe they can adapt to the new age! I've always wanted Gielinor in my grip, but if they were able to leave their world and join the Senate, that could change..." Angeror murmured.

"The blockade is impenetrable, they will be unable to leave" Zeraki replied. The controls started to beep, and a telescreen materialized at the command bridge. Speaking to them was a Deinactite delegate of the Fists of Fear.

"Cruiser Type-49 Shadow of Persistence, do you copy?"

"Affirmative, commander. We are merely passing by to the unnamed second moon. We have no business on Gielinor" Halvinor replied.

"You've been cleared. Carry on"

The screen vanished,, as the ship started to pass Gielinor.

"Halvinor, are the plans ready?" Angeror asked.

"Yes, here they be" he answered, as he pressed a button on his Holocomm, which displayed an image of a massive machine of mass destruction. It was shaped like a massive cannon.

"Ahh, this is good, aesthetically pleasing. You have done well. Has the construction begun?"

"Indeed. Remember, we are en-route to my moon now to oversee it."

Angeror grinned, as the sun set over Gielinor. Their troubles are not over. Yet.

This is also my last post, and a prelude to the upcoming Empire.

. 09:45, 14 March 2009 (UTC)

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