KinaKalamari

Chapter Thirty-Seven "These tunnels are filthy," Kharshai said with distaste, brushing a large amount of cobweb off of his robes. "Oh, I'm sorry," Zemouregal replied acidly, "do you keep your secret way for people to attack you perfectly clean and welcoming?" "No," Kharshai said, "because I prefer to avoid leaving people secret ways to attack me." Zemouregal scowled. "You should be glad I never got around to fixing Lamistard's idiocy. If I had, we would have had to go through that mess outside to get into the fortress." "It has been a long while since I was privy to such inane conversation," Guthix said, his tone neutral. "How much farth

Chapter Thirty-Six "Aren't they going to notice that we didn't go with them?" Azzanadra asked his god as they made their way back down to the Senntisten Temple. "Almost certainly," Zaros replied. "We shall deal with those consequences when they become relevant." Wahisietel and Akthanakos were standing in front of the headless altar, engaged in a heated discussion. When Azzanadra and Zaros entered, however, they both immediately turned to face the new arrivals. "What has happened?" Wahisietel asked urgently. "Where is Enakhra?" "Take note, Azzanadra," Zaros said coolly. "Wahisietel is still one with his senses." Azzanadra looked at his f

Chapter Thirty-Five Initially, Azzanadra wanted to laugh. Send them back to Freneskae? That was just absolute nonsense. But then Guthix continued to speak. "Gielinor has been plagued by your warlike ways for long enough," the god said. "It would be best now for you to return to your own world, where such behavior will not destroy civilizations." Kharshai stepped forward, his expression solemn. "Considering that you've just murdered our last hope of survival, what good will it do us to stay here?" Azzanadra wasn't about to let that pass. "No one here killed Enakhra." "Perhaps not directly," Kharshai said, "but I hold you all responsible.

Chapter Thirty-Four Well, Sliske thought, I've really done it this time. His gaze moved vaguely across the shadowy landscape around him as he walked, thoroughly unsure of where he was going. He couldn't go back to Gielinor, that much he knew. After what he had just done, it would be best to stay out of sight for a while. He couldn't have asked for a more perfect place to hide. It was shocking, really, that after all these years that he had possessed this power over the other Mahjarrat none of them had taken the time to learn the same skills. Sometimes Sliske felt as though he was the only intelligent being in the Universe. But he wasn't g

Chapter Thirty-Three Zamorak didn't loosen his grip on Khazard's windpipe, even as he shifted his attention to the two newcomers standing at the end of the alley. It was possible that Sliske had been operating solo, but any Zarosian was on his black list for now. "What do you want?" he asked coldly. Zaros didn't move forward or make any attempt to release Khazard. "I only wish to discuss this situation. There has been a grave misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding?" Zamorak growled in return. "That's what you're going to call it?" "That is what it is," Zaros said, his calm unbroken. "I was not clear enough in my commands, and failed to p