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Antaxas
Legacy Name: Antaxas

The Common Experiment #932
Owner: nervous

Age: 8 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 1st, 2015

Adopted: 2 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: January 22nd, 2022

Pet Spotlight Winner
December 20th, 2016

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 6
   
• Books Read: 6
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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Lord

Name: Lord Antaxas
Age: ~400 human years
Alignment: Neutral Good
Religious faction:: Zamorkian
Craft: Magic combat

Pillage

Lord Antaxas was not born Zamorkian.
In fact, he was born unto a Saradominist family. They were devout and strict. Antaxas resisted their beliefs from an early age. He did not want to be like his father. He did not want to marry anyone like his mother. He did not agree with Saradomin's views.
He was not fearful of the Zamorkians as his father and mother wanted him to be. In fact, he was quite drawn to them. He was allured by their magic, by their chaos, by their lack of fear of the unknown. He wanted that power, and thus, as he grew older, Lord Antaxas converted to Zamorkian.

He served under Zamorak for many, many years. He was committed to the god, and rose up in the ranks of the Zamorkian army very, very quickly, becoming a keeper, and then a Lord. By the end of his life, at least chronologically, Lord Antaxas had accomplished much more than the average Zamorkian human follower.
However, as all mortals do, his time was coming to an end.

Lord Antaxas was becoming elderly and frail, and his power was escaping him as his mortal body was tired. However, one cold night, a powerful warlock of Zamorak approached him. He would grant him eternal life and health.

There was a catch, though. There always was a catch.

The catch, the warlock said, was that Lord Antaxas would be able to know everything about every people in Gielinor.
That didn't seem like much of a catch to him. That gave him immense power over people, his people and every people in Gielinor, and he accepted the deal.

Lord Antaxas, after many years, regretted his wish.

Destruction

At first, Lord Antaxas basked in his new powers. He was the most powerful mage of his clan. He had followers of his own. He demanded respect everywhere he went.
But then the visions started.

They started off as mere glimpses into the peoples of Gielinor. He would see a flash of a Tirannwn elf, or the flutter of an Aviansie's wing. The visions grew, however, and his visions began to materialize an appreciation of the creatures of the planet.

Disgusting, he thought. He cared none about people, especially his enemies such as the Saradominists he so loathed since he was born. But he felt what they felt. He began to experience emotions he had never felt before, such as love, admiration, and loyalty.
Lord Antaxas told no one about his vision materializing into feelings. He forced a cold and impenetrable demeanor, despite his internal turmoil of love and loss. He felt grief.

It all came to a halt when his Zamorkian clan of Frozen Waste constructed a plan to invade Tirannwn. Lord Antaxas gave them his blessing to kidnap the elves and hold them for ransom. This was to lure the Armadyleans of Asgarnia to the Frozen Waste. There, they would be sacrificed in the name of Zamorak.

Once the elves arrived in chains on horse drawn carriages, their panicked faces and tearful eyes made Lord Antaxas feel ill.

"What shall we do with them, my lord?" One of his greater demons asked. "Shall we sacrifice them?"
"Not yet," Lord Antaxas said in a strong voice. "Take them to the prison. We must wait for the Armadyleans to arrive."
The demon sunk his shoulders. "How long will that take?"
Lord Antaxas knew exactly how long. His visions of the humans pierced his mind's eye. They were a people of duty and justice. They welcomed their deaths if it means pursuing justice for the elves.
"Very soon," he finally replied. "Be gone."

The Turn

The sobs of the elves sounded throughout the night. From the prison underneath the Drakonian style castle, they wept for their fate and prayed to their god for protection.
The Zamorkians celebrated their success with a grand feast as the elves cried out in agony. They hosted a party above the cellar. The demons and mages of the clan drank fine wine and spoke amongst themselves about their plans for the elves.

Lord Antaxas nodded and agreed with his people, although trouble was brewing. He could feel it in the deepest part of his heart. His heart, long revived and bleeding, knew that the Armadyleans were close.

The Armadylean lieutenant and captain were people the lord did not know personally, but had become well acquainted with them through his visions. The lieutenant was just in his heart, and the captain was kind. The captain's son was coming along. He was young, but solid in will. And the Armadyleans had brought an elf with them.

The feast came to a sudden stop as a battle cry pierced the thick, cold air of the castle. It was a shuddering shriek of an Aviansie.

The Armadyleans had arrived.

To be continued...

Credits

Template by 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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Thank you Shantal for letting me adopt ♥


This is a work of fiction.
References to real people and RuneScape locations are inspiration, not true lore or story.

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