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Ota the Sheir

Godkiller
Legacy Name: Godkiller

The

Reborn Darkonite
Owner:

nervous

Age: 4 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: February 29th, 2020

Adopted: 2 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: January 28th, 2022

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 14
Books Read: 14
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Hero

Name: Lieutenant Tepra Ma'eral
Age: ~25 human years
Alignment: Neutral Good
Kingdom: Asgarnia
Hometown: Rimmington
Religious faction:: Armadylean
Craft: Melee combat

Journey

Tepra, so named after the god Armadyl's first son, grew up in a small town in southwestern Asgarnia. The town, called Rimmington, was most well known for its mine. Gold, copper, and tin were the blood of the town. Tepra's father worked in the mine, and he was to work in the mine when he was old enough. However, Tepra had other plans for his life.

Since he was small, he felt a calling to adventure. There in Rimmington his family was safe in their small, etched out cottage near the sea, but Tepra knew that Gielinor was unrestful.
Once reaching the age of a new warrior, Tepra, with the grace of his parents, set off to Port Sarim to join the leagues of the Armadylean army. He trained with passion, excelling in all combat skills, and with his background in the mine, Tepra also succeeded in smithing beautiful, strong swords and shields for his people.
Although training was arduous, difficult, sometimes bloody, he did so with luster. Tepra's ultimate goal was to end Zamorkian influence in Kandarin, Asgarnia, and beyond.

All his training had ultimately paid off the day that his fellow soldiers came to him in Rimmington on horseback.
Captain Moe of Armadyl, along with his son, Private Zo of Armadyl, rushed into town with urgent news of a Zamorkian invasion...

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"Lieutenant!"
Tepra recognized the voice. It was a soldier from the Armadylean army of Asgarnia. Captain Moe was a brave warrior, and a good man in a storm. He had a cool temperament, so the urgent edge to his voice had Tepra on his feet and out of his cottage immediately.
"Captain," Tepra's boots hit the cobblestones of the small road where Moe was dismounting his horse.
Moe withdrew a silver blade from his side satchel and handed it to Tepra.
"It's Zamorkian," Tepra held the blade up to the sunlight. "Where did you get this?"
"Tirannwn, sir," Zo, the young warrior, spoke. "They have been invaded!"
That's when Tepra noticed a young elf man behind Zo on his horse. The elf man expertly jumped off horseback and approached Tepra.
"I am Pip, the seer of Tirannwn," he bowed. "My people have been kidnapped by Zamorkian forces."
"And taken where?"
"Forinthry," Captain Moe cut in. "Frozen waste."
Tepra handed the blade back to his captain, tasting blood suddenly. He took a deep breath and unclenched his jaw. "I understand. We must act immediately."

Lieutenant Tepra knew what this meant immediately, although no one else did. The ever growing relationship between the Serenist elves of Tirannwn and the Armadylean forces of Asgarnia would not go down well with the Zamorkian army. There had been whispers amongst townspeople that the Zamorkian forces were growing restless and agitated at the bond between the kingdoms. Their motive behind the kidnapping was clear, but the details were blurry.

Tepra nodded to Moe, Zo, and Pip, motioning east. "Go forth to Port Sarim. We will gather the army and leave by dusk."
The humans and elf nodded and moved out on horseback. They disappeared into the distant horizon, and Tepra narrowed his eyes. A fire was growing in his chest to bring justice to the Tirannwn elves.
He was born for this.

Quest

"We will move east," Tepra ran his fingers along his map of Gielinor. The parchment was faded, as the map had served many generations in his family. "Through Misthalin. Then we move north towards Forinthry."
The soldiers surrounding him nodded and muttered in agreement. They met at Port Sarim's Armadylean base. Tepra picked a small crew of his strongest soldiers to move into Forinthry.
Tepra wanted Captain Moe's son to come along. They needed the manpower. Tepra promised that as long as Zo stayed close, he would be safe. Moe reluctantly agreed.

As the soldiers mounted their horses, packed with supplies and weapons, Tepra took a last look at Port Sarim. It was his home. It was all his family had ever known. But times change. The Tirannwn elves had to be liberated. He was born for this.
He took a breath, turned, and commanded.
"Move out!"

Legend

The small platoon of soldiers traveled for two moons.
Their plan was going smoothly, as they made their way through Misthalin, stopping to resupply only briefly in Varrock, before continuing north to Edgeville.
The day was gloomy. A grey, overcast sky hung over the soldiers in droves of cautious rain. Tepra willed the weather to subside, as they did not have time to waste finding shelter during a storm.

At the edge of the town, a great, stone fence separated them from what remained of Forinthry. From where they were, the horizon north was all but barren, desolate wasteland. The platoon was to move northeast towards the Waste. Tepra had never journeyed that far before. He knew from lore that they were going to travel through ruins, cemeteries, dark warrior fortresses, and any unimaginable horror that lie beyond.

Tepra knew his duty to his people. He knew his duty to his allies. He knew his duties to his god. He had every intention to keep his men safe on their journey, and he would be successful in rescuing the elves of Tirannwn, or he would die trying. He accepted that he might die. But he would die with honor.
"Men," Lieutenant Tepra said in a strong voice. "Let's move."

To be continued...

Credits

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FallenSamurai
Edits and story by

nervous
Art by Azalea on DeviantArt and website
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Locations based on RuneScape. Gielinor
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Idiot for letting me adopt ♥