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The Attempt
Written by: Tienjt0

This story is based on a historic event in RuneScape.

"Uzer is ours," hissed Thammaron to his army. Behind them, the dark purple portal through which they had entered was still pulsing softly.

It had been several days since Zamorak had allowed the Elder-demon to conquer the desert city of Uzer. "Destroy it, and the city belongs to thee," Zamorak had whispered into his ears. At first, Thammaron had laid siege to Uzer, pummeling its defenses relentlessly, but always there seemed be an endless number of soldiers to fend off Thammaron and his demonic horde. Realizing that gaining control of Uzer from the outside was unlikely, the Elder-demon decided to take it from within. He created a portal in his own realm that led under Uzer's foundations, allowing his army to enter the city undetected.

Thammaron's eyes glittered triumphantly as he looked down at the many eager faces watching him; as an Elder-demon, Thammaron was bigger and stronger than an ordinary demon. "The earthlings will not know we are here… I smell one just above us, unaware of our presence. Stay silent, and we shall feast on meat and blood in the name of Zamorak."

A guard with a bored expression on his face stood alone by the trapdoor. He hummed quietly to himself, wondering when his shift was going to end and longing to join his wife and children back at home. Directly underneath him, he heard the sound of something clanking on wood. He froze for a second, and then frowned; someone was climbing the ladder to the trapdoor… but he had been standing guard here the whole time. Wary, he moved a few feet away and held his spear at the ready.

The lid opened slowly. From it, a pair of curved horns emerged, followed by a crimson head with yellow, slitted eyes and a malicious grin stretching across an inhuman visage. And before the guard could utter a warning call, blood spurted on the ground as Thammaron slashed at him with blinding speed.

Chuckling, the Elder-demon licked the blood from his claws. One by one, the rest of the demons climbed up the trapdoor, sniffing the air and licking their lips eagerly. By then, a warning horn had sounded, and there were screams of terror as people saw that the creatures attacking Uzer had somehow gained access into the city. Thammaron began marching towards the Uzer palace, his features deformed into a leer as he watched the residents of the city flee from the evil before them. Behind him, his minions wreaked havoc upon the people taking refuge in their homes, the laughing and shrieking of which were comparable to hell itself.

Barging through the oak doors of the palace, Thammaron and his horde were met with a curious sight; in the large hallway in front of them, a man in white robes knelt before fifty large clay statues, his back turned to the door, muttering rapidly in a language that Thammaron did not understand.

One of the demons ran forward to kill the man, but Thammaron held him back. "No!" he hissed. "Let us see what he is doing."

They waited too long, however. As the robed man stood up, the clay statues glowed brilliantly and sprang to life. "Rid us of those foul creatures!" the man yelled, his back still facing the door as the statues walked past him toward the demons.

"Move back!" said Thammaron, keeping his yellow eyes on the approaching statues. "Away from the door!"

Several of the demons looked disappointed as they watched the statues. "All earth, no flesh…" they growled, following Thammaron's order.

As the first clay statue exited the palace, two demons jumped upon it, leaving it smashed into pieces. But as Thammaron watched, the chunks of clay remolded themselves together, and before he knew it, five of his minions dropped to the ground, their spines broken by the statue's fists. Then the rest of the statues swarmed out from the palace, swinging their arms dangerously and crushing everything they could reach. Every time a statue went down, it magically repaired itself. Thammaron watched in growing dismay as more and more of his minions were killed. None of the clay statues had been damaged; in fact, they seemed to grow stronger every time they broke.

"Retreat!" the Elder-demon shouted. "Retreat to the portal!" He felt a fist smash into his side, breaking several of his ribs. Seconds later, his vision flashed as a statue caught him in the back of his head. Hissing savagely, the Elder-demon swiped out with a clawed hand and knocked away the two golems nearest to him. He took one last look at the approaching statues and, with an angry snarl, followed his horde as quickly as his ruined frame would let him.

Excellent! Meh, it's okay. Poorly written.