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Written by: Billy Bomb7
"I WANT THAT BLADE NOW!" Zamorak was furious, K'ril could tell. The newly-made god had flames licking the ground around them. His skin was blood red, and his eyes were as black as the night sky. K’ril bowed to his master and gave a status report, “Sir, we’re trying, but the Saradominists and the Armadylians have launched an assault on our base. Our efforts are high, but our forces are dwindling.” Zamorak sat on his skeletal throne motionless then without a sound, rose to full height, he was easily 30 feet tall. Without opening his mouth, Zamorak spoke, “If that’s the case, why don’t I give them a nice present.” K’ril grinned and walked with his master to the door.
Zamorak raised a hand and the door swung open, his minions were rushing to armour caches to prepare for the assault. As duo walked by, the various forces of Imps, Goraks, and other species he had recruited bowed in their presence. K’ril with out breaking pace, barked orders to the soldiers, “Prepare the ballistas! Mages prepare your ice spells! Warriors, ready your spears!” The foot soldiers cheered and got back to work, Zamorak stopped in front of the metal gate and sighed. He uttered something in an under tone that K’ril did not comprehend, and was instantly clothed in glorious red battle armour, and a hand and a half sword well over 20 feet long. Rumours spoke of it previously being The Empty Lord's.
K’ril stepped forward, and opened the main door to the base, outside the sounds of the ensuing battle could be heard. The cave they were in, the ancient Icyene city north of Trollheim. The ground was littered with bodies, the walls were shaking from the explosions throughout the area. Zamorak glanced upwards, frowned and yelled with such ferocity that the ice around them cracked. Fire erupted from his mouth and K’ril saw what he was doing, several of the Aviansie scum had been patrolling above the base, fighting with the Dragon Riders. Zamorak yelled once more and leapt into the fray, the Zamorakian general following close behind.
Zamorak struck the ground with the force of a mountain being levelled. The cave shook with such intensity and he fell to his knees. When the shaking had subsided K’ril looked forwards and saw Zamorak slaughtering the enemy forces. Every worthless creature struck by his blade instantly burst into flames. The blood shed was magnificent, K'ril almost felt a tear coming. He ran to the east of his Lordship, attacking the flocks of Aviantese above. In a swift movement he drew his twin scimitars and began slicing at the bird men. “You scum!” He yelled as an arrow embedded itself in his back, he raised his left arm and fired a burst of ice at his assailant, there was screech and it plummeted to the ground, the sound of ice shattering could be heard.
Zamorak let loose another blast of fire and stopped attacking, he heard a yell to his left and saw the Saradominist General Zilyana was charging him. The Icyene had what he wanted, a blade in her left arm, exquisitely crafted from silver, it gleamed in the dim light of the cave. There was a Saradomin symbol for a hilt it appeared to be crafted out of gold. Zamorak raised his right arm and fired a spell of white fire at her. Zilyana countered it with an ice spell that came from the sword. The flames were dispelled, the Icyene cried out as Zamorak's blade knocked her own from her hand. She screeched and folded her wings and began to dive.
They raced to where the blade was falling, when suddenly they were both hit by an ice spell, and frozen in place. K’ril turned to his right and saw that the Bandos worms had entered the fight. K’ril finished off a Saradominist ground troop by decapitating with a dagger. He smiled as the blood pooled from the fallen soldier's neck. He turned and ran to the block of ice around the sword and Zamorak. While running to his Lordship, he fired ice spells behind him, in order to slow down the Bandos followers. Firing a wave of fire towards the god, he noticed something was wrong, Zamorak was gone. A voice suddenly rang through out the chamber, “K’RIL! I want that sword in my palace in Freneskae in two hours!" K’ril grinned, and cast a couple ice spells, but cried out when the Bandos and Armadylian forces had done the same. Then, silence, K’ril tried to move, but was frozen in space. The entire dungeon was frozen, and it's inhabitants with it, trapped in time.