Betrayal at Falador (RuneScape, Book 1)
T. S. Church
Language: English
Pages: 296
ISBN: 0955907810
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In the kingdom of Asgarnia, though the Knights of Falador defend the land a protect the people, they face threats that clamor from all sides-and from within. Enemies mass at borders, and a killer stalks the night killing innocents and slipping away unseen.
When a young woman appears in the teeth of the storm, her sudden arrival launches a chain of events that endangers the very fabric of magic. And unless the knights can solve the riddle of Kara-Meir, everything they hold close may be lost.
Their one hope may lie in the hands, not of a knight, but of an untested squire named Theodore...
realm. It was because of this that the Council of Elders had met several times in recent weeks, even issuing orders to enlist all able fighters into a standing army. A request had been sent to the nearest colony, which was located under White Wolf Mountain to the west, beyond Burthorpe and Taverley. Two hundred additional dwarf warriors were expected to arrive, travelling via the secret passages beneath the earth, away from any spying eyes. The dwarf council knew of the destruction of the
by the great serpent herself to take some of the holy tears of Guthix.” Master Phyllis sighed, as though relieved of a great burden. His grip on her hand slackened suddenly. “Please don’t die, Master Phyllis,” she pleaded. “You are the only family I have.” She rested her head on his chest and wept, barely aware of the dwarf’s hand stroking her hair. “We can’t always have what we want, Kara-Meir. We must make the best of what we have. I am grateful to Guthix that I have known you. You gave my
moments, ladders were pushed up against the wall and more goblins climbed to storm the ramparts, in order to distract the defenders there from hindering the main thrust of their attack. Even as Master Segainus blasted a third ladder from the wall, Sulla’s artillery moved in behind the goblin hordes, sending shells over the wall and into the city beyond. In the castle Sir Amik woke to hear his city in tumult. “Has it come, Bhuler?” he asked, his face pale. “Has the end of Falador come?” The
afternoon sun. Ebenezer answered as he helped Gar’rth from his saddle. “He is the reason we have come. He is ill, and I have here a letter from the druid Kaqemeex of Taverley, requesting your help. It is addressed to Abbot Langley himself.” Brother Althric took the note. “The druid is known to us. I shall pass this on immediately.” Out of all the travellers, the most profoundly moved was Kara. Of that she was certain. She led her horse away from the others and looked about at the high white
for we are marching on the monastery. But tell me where you are from, and let me see your face.” “I am from Morytania,” the figure said, lifting hands which had remained hidden under the cover of his long robes. “My name is Jerrod.” Sulla noticed instantly the two missing fingers, the long claws and the hair covering the back of his hands. And when the cowl was pulled back to reveal his face, the lord of the Kinshra was greeted by the face of a fiend. Sulla simply smiled in his peculiar way,