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 Issue #4 | |||
Written by: Sir Scizor1
I rose early, as Lagode asked me to. He had changed largely. I could see nothing of him that I saw when I met him. He had me drill continually, almost 18 hours a day. I had began to lose count of the days I had spent in the Wilderness. I did not even consider running away, as I had seen Lagode's sword, and I wanted it. I even forgot why I was there. My only thoughts were of training.
One day, I was drilling, and Lagode was yelling at me. I had long learned not to pay attention to him, but suddenly he said something that caught my attention. He was yelling, of course, but he said, "Keep running! I'm going to train you until you'll be good enough to fight Master Bandos!" It did not catch my attention at first, but I then realised Lagode was a Bandosian. Never before had I seen, or heard, of a human follower of Bandos. I continued to do my exercises, deep in thought.
The next day, I awoke early, but Lagode was not ordering me to do my exercises. I realised how much I had changed over the year I had spent in the Wilderness. All the exercises and runs had done their job. I was now fit enough to fight the Varrock Guards barehanded, and win. Lagode asked me to sit, and pulled out a small pouch on his belt and reached inside. He pulled out the small blue stone I had handed him that one year ago. He asked, "Do you know how to smith weapons?"
"Well, a man in Varrock taught me the basics, but I never tried it for myself."
"The future champion of Bandos' army must know how to make his own weapons..." He responded.
I slowly took in his words, not at first believing what he said. "Future... what?" I asked.
"Champion of Bandos' army. Now come, there is a furnace nearby which we can use..."
We set off in the Wilderness, walking or a short distance to some nearby ruins and I saw a working furnace. Suddenly, I started hearing voices in my head... "Help me, please! I can't..."
"Did you hear that?" I asked, drawing out my blade.
"Yes. Just the voices of the dead. Forget about it." Lagode replied.
We approached the furnace, and Lagode started putting several items on the nearby table. I approached him, and gazed at what had placed there. I gasped, and saw a handful of diamonds, the blue Stone of Bandos I had given him, eight or nine stacks of many different metals, each stack a different colour and texture. He also was carrying a hammer. When I looked at the items, I realised that they would be worth millions of gold pieces.
"Well, choose your metal, boy!" He said to me.
I realised what he meant, and I started examining the metals. None of them were the same. At last I decided on a lightweight, but tough, material with a dark appearance that somehow appeared glowing.
"Ah, Duranite. Excellent choice young one, we will make your armour...."
He waved his hand over the metals, and suddenly, they all disappeared except for the metal I had chosen. Lagode began instructing me on how to make my weapons. It took us hours, but eventually, my suit of armour was completed. Lagode started making the sword, and he formed the hilt and blade. He put the Stone of Bandos and five diamonds and encrusted them into the blade. Momentarily, the entire sword glowed, but quickly stopped. A few minutes later, I was suited in my new armour, along with my blade and shield. Lagode pulled out a tablet and broke it, and I felt a large amount of energy washing over my armour.
Lagode spoke. "Well, commander. You appear to fit your armour. With your new armour, you also receive a new name. From now on – you will be known as – Durare. Commander Durare, your armies await your orders."
"Thank you Lagode, but for now, I just want answers! Who or what was Antwan Terius? Why did massive hordes of Goblins attempt to level Falador? I want answers, and I want them now!" I demanded.
"Very well, Commander, you shall have them..."
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