Chapter 1 Standing on the top of a low hill a soldier stood, gazing down at the plains below him. His legs were clad with steel armor while a chain mail suit guarded his torso and a patch on his left shoulder defined what he was: a Wolf Dragoon. He had been summoned by Rhikora Khan, the leader of the Wolf Dragoons, 'What could I be needed for? He wondered quietly to himself. 'The sun is about to set and still Falador is beyond the horizon, I better continue on.' He started down the hill toward a group of goblins, the lords of this plain. "If we attack together we can kill the human" "Maybe, he looks tired" "Heheheh" the goblins sneered at him. He quickly turned and unsheathed his sword as a challenge to the goblins. At the sight of the blade forged from pure runite the goblin's faces paled and backed away. 'Tired yes, but not weak' he thought. He checked behind him occasionally as he walked away, 'no need to risk an attack from behind’, he thought. The afternoon yellows and oranges quickly faded to twilight purple as the sun dropped out of view. He found a clearing amongst the trees and set himself a tent and started a fire. He sat by the fire looking up at the sky, finding each constellation he had learned about while being lectured and taught be the old man. He thought back to it, sitting for hours by the old man as he talked about his triumphs and losses, about the gods and their followers, the stars and the dark arts. He had been but a young boy and believed almost everything then. 'Ahh, the golden years when life was simple,' he thought. He remembered waking up early every morning and running through the town square, under the bridge of the castle and out into the goblin infested forest. Each day they'd harass him but he'd still get through the forest to get to the old man's house. One day the old man let him stay the night and showed him the wonders of the heavens through his telescope. Briefly he wondered about the Northern Lights, a beautiful array of glory sent by the gods, he wondered silently why they were only in the wilderness, the only part where one could get away with killing someone. When he had asked the priests they told him not to question the gods, but it didn't really matter since he believed in the God of Abraham and Isaac. He gazed into the flames, an elemental power given to us by God as the old man would have said, the individual flames flickering in the brisk night air. Hypnotized by the fire he almost didn't recognize the spears closing in around his camp. War chants suddenly sprung up around him as he leapt to his feet into a defensive position, too late. He drew his sword and, as a matter of honor and tradition, he tapped each of the spear heads lightly. In the shadowy light cast by the flames each goblin’s face, green angular heads with spines protruding out of the skulls with the bony ancient look of their faces twisted into a smile. Tired as he was he silently prayed and analyzed his situation. The goblins were archaic but very effective. Dimwitted as they were they became the lords of this area for a reason. Glancing to his left the goblin shifted his weight, fool, he thought. He jabbed the goblins spear with his shield deflecting the spear to the side and followed with a quick uppercut slash, cutting the goblin open. Surprised and angry the other three goblins closed in on him only to have their spears stabbing into his shield. He slashed the goblin spears then, knocking them to the ground and lunging forward planting his sword directly into the second goblins chest. He felt a stab of pain as another drove his spines into his side, thankfully the mail armor took the brunt of the blow. He spun free and the creature fell forward onto the dirt as he plunged the blade into the goblins neck. The last goblin ran off and he gave chase, quickly gaining on it until he was close enough then he tackled it and threw it against a tree. It was still alive however and he picked the creature up by his shoulders. "Who are you?” he demanded "Akkene" "Get out of my sight and tell whoever sent you to stalk me never to send another force against me or I’ll cut them open." The goblin gulped and it shivered in his grip. He set it down and it ran off. He returned to his camp and slept soundly. He woke with the sun the next morning along with the rooster's cries from across the river. He rekindled the dying embers from the previous night's fire for use in breakfast. He grabbed his spade and dug graves for the corpses of the goblin warriors. He took his sword and beheaded the goblins before burying them to ensure he wouldn't be burying them alive. He took any valuables off the goblins before he placed them in their graves. He thrust the spears of the individual goblins into the head of the graves and hung the goblins armor onto the spears as a sign of respect for the goblin warriors. He buried them and went back and got his camp together and packed everything but the fire. He took his pole and baited it, walked casually over to the river and tossed in the line. He sat down and took in the sights of the early morning. The black and purple gave way to the early morning pale blues and yellows. He felt a tug on the line and reeled it in; the struggling fish was put out of its misery when he struck it with the flat of his blade. He cut the fish's head, tail and scales off before putting it over the fire. He sat quietly beside the flames and looked outward toward the horizon with the sun peeking through the low slung clouds. He wondered about the recent events, being summoned by Rhikora Khan, the Wolf Dragoon leader, and the goblin ambush, an odd tactic for such dim-witted creatures. The again he wasn't prepared for any kind of assault. His gaze shifted toward the flames before a moment before taking the fish off the fire. 'Long day ahead of me', he thought,' better get started. ************************************************************************************************************************ Akkene ran for all his life. He ran harder than he ever had before dodging brush, trees, and the occasional nymph. He finally came to an abrupt stop at the clearing of his homeland. Exhausted, he tries to walk into town but collapses before he can get past the first sentry post. "Akkene! Are you all right? What happened?" Panting heavily he could do nothing but lay on the ground like a dead thing. "Akkene? Slobe go get a doctor hurry!" The sentry rolled Akkene onto his back and removed his heavy mail armor around him. "Can you hear me? What happened?" "Human..." he mumbled "Come on Akkene, don't leave us yet" "red...goblin" Oh no, Silm knew that wasn't good. The goblins that wore the red mail, referred to as red goblins or North Goblins, had been effectively trying to wipe out the green goblins, or South Goblins, like him and Akkene for some time and are having success. This outpost was one of the few places left to the green goblins. Now the red goblins seemed to be trying to bring the humans into the mix to finish the green goblins. The doctor came back with Slobe and kneeled next to Akkene and checked his vitals and pulse. "How is he doc, is going to make it?" "Oh, yes, yes, he'll be fine just exhausted is all, take him inside and make sure he gets something to drink when he wakes up." Silm complied and hefted Akkene up by the shoulders and carried him to the nearest hut. Once inside he laid Akkene down onto a hay bed and sat next to him for awhile. "Tough times these are”, Silm said to himself," Fighting for our very survival, seems like every day now someone comes in hurt or with news of another massacre by the North Goblins." Somewhere off in the distance a bell rang, one, two, three, short clangs and one ringing clang to end it. "What now?" Silm muttered as he grabbed his spear and strapped his helmet on as he rushed back to his sentry position. He stood aghast among the other goblins who had gathered there, in front of the city a large army of red goblins had assembled. 'This is it', Silm thought to himself,’ this war is about to end. ************************************************************************************************************************ Deep into the white stone castle walls of Falador two figures spoke in low murmurs. "This situation is getting worst by the minute" "I know we're nearly exhausted" "My lord, there must be something we can do to remedy this" "We are recruiting as fast as we can; we have a few members not here yet." "My king, I'm afraid they may not get here in time." "Let's pray they do Doomlord, let's pray they do." With a quick bow the figures separated and went on their way. Rhikora Khan walked briskly away. He was clad in golden robes that swished around his feet as he walked. 'Recruitment is going too slowly', he thought, 'Doomlord might be right, Patriot and the others may not get here in time.' Rhikora sat on the throne and thought back through all the events. The Black Knights had fought their way into Falador, to this very room, before the White Knights and the Wolf Dragoons could push them back and eject them from Rhikora's capital. Now a full scale war had broken out with the White Knights desperately defending their holy city. Chaos reigned now, Zamorak had to be playing a part of this, goblins were raiding their southern sentry posts and the Zamorak Mafia clan had declared war on the Wolf Dragoons clan. If he couldn’t pull together recruits along with the rest of his clan this city may well rest in ruins. The Unholy Angels clan, Republic of Noble Knights clan, Rising Demons clan, Dragon Riders clan, and the Arch Realm clan were all hurrying to the Dragoons aid, but time was of the essence and their time of arrival was uncertain. Abruptly, the door to the throne room was thrown open and Lord Tony stepped through looking ragged, he had to rest his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. "Tony! What's happened? "Zarn" he managed to gasp, “The wilderness campaign is lost, the lost ones will return from Lum soon, I hope." "Do we still hold the city?" "Yes, Zarn, but they are massing, when they attack I don't know how long we can hold" "thanks tony, get some rest we’ve got a long campaign ahead of us" When are those reinforcements going to arrive?