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    Nargom Story
    Topic Started: Apr 13 2005, 05:33 PM (234 Views)
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    Here's a paper I wrote for my Writing Workshop class last semester. I would've made a better prologue and overall storyline that was less reminiscent of Lord of the Rings, but I had a very limited time to write it and couldn't come up with anything better. :P I also would've made a better ending, but, as I said, I was pressed for time. And I know this isn't really based on Nintendo or anything, but I guess that's fine. Happy reading... I hope. :P :D

    Prologue

    The Amulet of Glory was forged many generations ago during the forgotten era. The smithies of the lost race of the Avar forged it from the purest gold and set in it the Pthetil, an ancient magic gem.
    It endowed its bearer with the ability to lift objects with his mind. It also gave its bearer superhuman strength incredibly fast reflexes. But, the Amulet of Glory left each of its bearers with a mark, changing the colour of some part of them to orange and connecting them with it forever. Since they were connected to the Amulet, if any bearer of the Amulet was slain by weaponry of any kind, the Amulet’s power would be destroyed.
    When it was made, the Amulet of Glory was intended to help the people of Varrockam to perform tasks, but as time passed, evil forces wished to use it for their selfish purposes. After a time, the Amulet made its way to the Dark Lord Semoskath, a shape-shifting lord of evil. He possessed it for many years, slowly gathering allies in an attempt to overthrow Varrockam. But, as he was about to besiege the Castle of King Derswy, the ruler at the time, Lord Semoskath lost possession of the Amulet due to the carelessness of a messenger. So, as he searched for the Amulet, his power faded. Until one day, when a young lad stumbled upon it.

    Nargom

    I let my eyes wander slowly around the dungeon cell wishing I could go back to my old life. There were no worries, and everything was as it should be. To think, only a few days ago I was living happily with my family. You see, it all started on my 14th birthday when I found this strange amulet…
    It was a fairly typical day in a town called Reledor of the kingdom of Varrockam except for the fact that I was about to become a squire. It wasn’t a huge deal, but I was still excited.
    “Nargom!” shouted my mother, ”Come eat your meal if you want to make it to the castle before nightfall.”
    Yes, Mother!” I shouted back.
    I threw on my tunic and raced across the hall to the table.
    “It’s about time you got here, Nargom,” said my mother.
    “Sorry.”
    I wolfed down my meal of cold buck and took care of my daily chores. Then I raced back to find my mother.
    “Is it time to set off, Mother?” I asked.
    “I suppose it is. Where’s your brother?” asked my mother.
    “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him all morning.”
    “ALÄKI!” yelled my mother, her voice echoing throughout the house.
    Footsteps could be heard pounding across the house, followed by the appearance of a tall dark-haired young man with piercing blue eyes that looked as though they could penetrate solid plate mail.
    “You and brother need to set off for the castle, Aläki,” said my mother.
    “Is it time for Nargom’s ceremony to become a squire already?” Aläki responded,
    “It seems like only yesterday I was accepted into squirehood.”
    At nearly 18 years old, Aläki was a lot stronger than I was and had been a squire for almost four years. I looked up to Aläki a lot.
    “Okay then, I suppose you two should be setting off,” my mother squeaked with a hint of a tear in her eye. “I’m so proud of you, Nargom. My little baby is growing up so fast.”
    Aläki prepared the horses for the journey and we were on our way. After a little while we stopped for lunch, and as were putting the fire out getting the horses ready, I caught a glint of something metal in the bushes. I walked closer and saw an amulet with a blazing orange stone set in the middle and strange marking around it.

    “What in all of Varrockam is that?” I exclaimed, taken aback by its beauty.
    “What’s what?” asked Aläki, walking over.
    “Why that amulet of course.”
    “Hmmm. That’s amazing,” commented Aläki.
    “Do you think we should pick it up?” I wondered aloud.
    Without waiting for an answer from Aläki, I reached down and placed it around my neck. All of a sudden, the skies darkened, and the deep thundering of many mounted horses could be heard across the plains. Our horses bolted from the campsite.
    “What in the world is going on?!” I managed to squawk out over the noise.
    “I don’t know!” Aläki boomed in response. “But I would think it has something to do with that amulet you just slipped on.”
    Now the horsemen could be seen over the hill, galloping faster than I would have deemed possible. Aläki and I just stared on in fear.
    The leader of the horsemen called the rest of what looked like men with twisted faces and horns jutting out right above their eyes to a halt about 20 feet in front of us. As he dismounted, I noticed he had a hood that cloaked his face from us. He slowly walked toward me.
    “My master has bidden me to deliver a message to you,” He snarled and pointed at me revealing a thin pale bony hand.
    “M-m-me?” I stuttered.
    “No the tree,” he hissed sarcastically. “My master commands that the Amulet of Glory be returned to its owner immediately and that the finder of it be taken to the dungeons at once.”
    I sat there with a confused look on my face.
    “Is this so called ‘Amulet of Glory’ the one that I found? If so, why am I to be taken to the dungeons? Who is this ‘Master’? Who are you? And what is all this you’re talking about?” I inquired all in the same breath.
    The Leader of the Horsemen sighed.
    “My master is the Lord Semoskath. You are to be brought to the dungeons because it is his will. I am Lord Semoskath’s chief lieutenant. You may call me Zcampthr. And as for your other questions, I’m sure you will find out soon enough,” came the sneering reply.
    “What of my brother?” I asked.
    “We’ll take him as well,” Zcampthr replied
    The group wasted no time in setting off for wherever it was we were heading. The leader had one of the goblin-men creatures blindfold Aläki and me and take the amulet from my neck.
    “So much for my squire ceremony,” I thought to myself.
    All I remember of the ride was the awful stench that got worse as we neared our destination and the squish of the feet of the horse we were riding.
    When we reached the fortress of Lord Semoskath, which was where I assumed we were going, Aläki and I were led hastily away from the rest of the group. We walked down and across countless passages and corridors. We went up the stairs and down the stairs. And, through zig-zagging passages that turned with every step we took, until finally, our blindfolds were ripped off and we were thrown harshly into a small dusty room with naught but a solitary stone block for sleeping.
    Aläki was the first to break the silence after our guide left us.
    “I guess we did make it to a castle, just the wrong one,” Aläki noted, trying to bring humor to the situation.
    “Mmhh.” I grunted, not hearing a word he said.
    I stayed lost in thought for a while, and was so deep in thought that I didn’t even notice when a goblin-man shoved a rusty tray of crusty bread and murkish water to us.
    “Nargom,” interrupted Aläki.
    “Wha-wha?” I stammered, awoken from my thoughts, “Oh,” I said seeing the tray and sarcastically, I grumbled, “Wonderful. It’s probably poison.”
    We ate our “meal”, if it was even worthy of being called that, in silence.
    When we finished, I whined, “I’m so mad! Why can’t they just tell us what’s going on and let us go free?”
    “I don’t know Nargom…” Aläki’s voice faded off.
    “It was a rhetorical question,” I snapped.
    Three days passed in the same manner with still no answer to my questions. And that’s how I got to where I began my story.
    That night, Aläki said something that surprised me.
    “Nargom, there’s something different about you, but I couldn’t put my finger on until now.
    “Whaddaya mean?” I inquired.
    “You’ve been in a bad mood lately. Not just that, your eyes are orange, like the stone in that amulet.”
    “What are you—,” I stopped myself abruptly, “Do you think that necklace was well… magic?” I gulped realizing that Aläki was right about me.
    “I’ll bet anything it is,” Aläki answered.
    “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting, Aläki,” I said.
    “It’s alright,” Aläki acknowledged.
    “What we need to do,” I commented, “Is to break out of this castle and find out what all these people are.”
    “Sounds like a plan to me!” Aläki exclaimed, “But first we need to find a way out of this cell.”
    “The only question remaining is, what in this cell can we use to get out?” I returned.
    “Let’s search the walls and floor for weak spots or opening,” Aläki suggested.
    “Right,” I said, “I’ll search the left and doorside wall; you take the right and back wall. Then we’ll search the floor.”
    “Right,” Aläki responded.
    We searched for a while with no results. Then we moved on to the floor and had the same outcome. Then, just as we were about to give up, we spotted it at the same time. A small opening underneath the stone block, no wider than finger’s breadth.
    “Look!” we shouted in unison.
    Upon closer inspection, we saw that it was much wider than it appeared because the stone block was covering up the rest of the openings.
    “If we could move this block, we could reach the rest of the hole, and there’s a small hope that this hole leads to a way out of here.
    “You’re right. Push on three!” I directed, “One, two, three!”
    Unnghh!” Aläki grunted.
    “Aarghh!” I reiterated.
    We pushed and we pushed for the longest time, but to no avail except to move it about another inch.
    “This is hopeless,” I sighed, “We’ll never move it in time. When the guard comes to bring our food, he’ll see the hole and alert the rest of the castle to the fact that we’re trying to escape.”
    “Maybe not,” indicated Aläki, pointing to a skeleton in the corner. “If we could use one of those bones as a lever, it might be able to lift the block.”
    “I never noticed this skeleton before,” I said picking up a leg bone, “I wonder whose skeleton it is.”
    “Probably the prisoner who stayed here before us,” Aläki answered, “Well, stick it in the hole.”
    I tried at first to get it into the hole, but it wouldn’t fit.
    “Aläki, I don’t think it’ll fit,” I whined.
    “Hand it here then,” Aläki motioned.
    Luckily, Alaki was strong enough to wedge the bone in the crack.
    “Please work. Please don’t break. Please work. Please don’t break,” I murmured quietly to myself.
    Aläki began pushing down on the bone
    “It’s working…” Alaki observed, “It’s almost there…”
    SNAP! BANG!
    “It worked!” I exclaimed.
    The bone had broken but the block had also flipped over off of the hole.
    “I’ll go first in case it’s not safe,” said Aläki with a big-brotherly attitude.
    Aläki began clambering down the conveniently placed footholds.
    “Be careful!” I called out to him.
    “I will!” came the echoing reply.
    I waited for a short while, lost in thought again.
    “It’s alright. It levels out down here, and I can see a light in the distance,” Aläki boomed.
    “Good, I’m coming down,” I replied.
    I grabbed the block for support and began my descent.
    “It smells bad down here,” I thought to myself.
    I kept going for a short while, carefully finding each foothold. Until finally, my foot hit flat ground.
    “Whew,” I sighed, “Let’s get going Aläki. Aläki? Aaalllläkiiii. Are you there?
    I walked forward a bit.
    “Did Aläki decide to go on ahead without me?” I asked myself.
    Thinking that as the only logical answer, I walked on toward the light, calling out for Aläki all the way. I walked for what seemed like hours through the tunnel, the speck of light gradually growing larger. Finally I got close enough to see where the light was coming from. It was a room, and I was looking through some kind of vent high up in the chamber. The room had four doors, one on each wall.
    “Master, why don’t we just kill the boy?” I heard a voice hiss. I recognized it as Zcampthr’s.
    I crawled a little closer and hit my head on a hook. I wondered why anyone would have put that there.
    “No, you fool! You know that would destroy the Amulet’s power,” replied another sinister voice that seemed to come from the red and blue blob.
    Suddenly, the blob transformed into a tall man with crimson hair and a maroon robe. His skin was royal blue and his eyes were a fierce red.
    “But master, I told you, the boy wore the Amulet for a short amount of time. What if he discovers the powers it gave him?” whined Zcampthr.
    “I will take care of the boy myself,” growled the man.
    With that, the blue and red man turned on his heel and strode through the northern door, out of the chamber.
    “So,” I thought to myself, “This blue and red man must be Lord Semoskath. Zcampthr referred to him as master.”
    I still didn’t know where Aläki was or how I was going to get out, but I did find out that the amulet was somehow connected to me now by giving me “powers” and that Lord Semoskath didn’t want me dead.
    Zcampthr muttered to himself for a few minutes, then left through the door opposite the one Lord Semoskath left through.
    Now that he was gone, I looked more closely at the rest of the chamber. There were two guards posted at each door with black plate mail on and a unique helmet that covered each guard’s face so that you could only see the eyes.
    One of the guards at the northern door stirred slightly, catching my attention. Those eyes looked so familiar…so blue and honest.
    Suddenly, the guard looked up at me.
    “Oh no,” I thought to myself, “He’s spotted me. What do I do? What do I do?”
    Instead of alerting the other guards, he just stared at me. Then I realized it.
    “Aläki!” I screamed in my mind.
    He stared at me and gave me a look that warned, “Don’t give me away.”
    I nodded, understanding his meaning. So many questions burned in my mind that I was dying to ask, but I had to wait. Or else Aläki and I would be revealed.
    Aläki seemed to have a plan. So I waited for a long while, never taking my eyes off Aläki.
    All of a sudden, Aläki said something to the other guard posted at his door and the guard went wild. The guard began running around, receiving looks from the other guards. He said something to the others, and then all the guards were running around. Alaki stepped in the middle of the room and pointed to the northern door, directing the guards to go through it. So they went through the door.
    When all the guards were gone, I shouted down to Aläki, “What was that all about?”
    “I’ll tell you when you get down. Here, I’m going to throw this rope up to you,” he said pulling a rope from somewhere behind him.
    Aläki tossed the rope up to the vent where I was.
    “Got it,” I said grabbing the rope.
    “Good. Is there anything up there to tie it onto?” asked Aläki.
    I thought of the hook.
    “Yes. There’s a hook up here. I was wondering what it could be used for. Now I see that it will be of use after all,” I called out.
    “That’s convenient,” said Aläki.
    I secured the rope on the hook and started repelling down the wall of the room.
    When I reached the bottom, Aläki commented, “It’s good to see you’re alright.”
    “The same goes for you,” I responded, “Where did you go? And what did you say to that guard?”
    “Well, as I was waiting for you to come down, something grabbed me from behind and dragged me through the wall of the tunnel,” Aläki explained.
    “Huh?” I questioned.
    “It dragged me through the wall. I don’t know how, but I was dragged through the wall. Might’ve been some kind of secret passage,” he explained again.
    “Oh.”
    “I told the guard that Lord Semoskath wanted to see each of them in his private quarters to discuss a promotion to private bodyguard. I didn’t expect him to react so crazily though, must have had a bit too much to drink.
    “Or he may have just been overwhelmed with joy,” I offered.
    “So anyway, back to what happened to me. I was taken to another different dungeon cell room. As I examined the room, I noticed the guard had a bottle of ale sitting next to him. So to test if he was drunk, I asked him to give me his armor and let me out.”
    “Did he?” I inquired.
    “He sure did,” Aläki laughed, “Lucky break for me. Apparently, this Lord Semoskath guy doesn’t surround himself with the best and brightest guards out there. After I got the armor and was let out, I decided to explore the place. It wasn’t long before I got stopped by another guard who told me to go to the room we’re standing in right now. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself,” he continued, “So I obeyed.”
    “And that’s when you saw me, right?” I asked.
    “Just about,” Aläki answered.
    “What a tale!” I exclaimed.
    “Well, we better figure out a way out of here,” Aläki commented.
    “Maybe we could ask someone for directions,” I suggested.
    “You actually think they would give us an answer?” Aläki retorted.
    “Oh,” I said, “Didn’t think about that.”
    “I’d be delighted to give you directions,” said a cold voice, “Directions back to your dungeon.”
    Aläki and I jumped.
    “Lord Semoskath!” I shouted.
    “Very good, boy,” he mockingly responded.
    “How long have you been standing there?” I demanded.
    “Long enough, boy,” he hinted.
    “Why have you taken us prisoner?” I growled.
    “You have experienced the Amulet of Glory’s power. You will either join me or remain a prisoner here forever,” he commanded, “You may not run free for you will jeopardize my entire plans. Though, if you help me, you will be of great value.”
    “What are your plans?” I asked.
    “To overthrow the kingdom of Varrockam. I am destined to be its ruler,” he replied.
    “You’re crazy,” Aläki came in, “King Derswy, the true king, is a much better king than you could ever make.”
    “If that is your choice, then you will be taken back to the dungeons for the rest of your lives.”
    I got an idea on the spur of the moment. I grabbed a sword from a suit of armor standing on the side of the wall and took a swing at Lord Semoskath’s head. He snapped his arm up with inhuman speed and changed it into a broadsword.
    “Wha-!” I stammered.
    Lord Semoskath smiled.
    “You forgot about that didn’t you?” he hissed.
    I just gave him an angry glare. I tried to strike again, but he blocked in the same manner.
    “Grrrrr,” I grunted in frustration.
    Then I thought about the powers that Zcampthr had mentioned. I didn’t know what powers they were, but right now it was my last salvation.
    So I thought, “Magic powers,”
    Suddenly, the suits of armour that lined the wall shot up into the air.
    “So,” I thought, “I guess my powers are telekineticy.”
    “I had hoped you wouldn’t discover that,” Lord Semoskath stated coldly.
    He sent the suits of armour flying back down straight towards me. Just as they were about to hit me, they stopped.
    “I have no wish to kill you,” he hissed, “That would only make my mission harder. The Amulet of Glory is part of you now, killing you would destroy its power.”
    “Then I’ll kill myself. If it’ll stop you from overthrowing Varrockam, its worth it!” I screamed rashly.
    Lord Semoskath’s smile dropped.
    “You wouldn’t kill yourself,” Lord Semoskath gasped.
    “Watch me,” I said putting the sword to my throat.
    “Nargom! Nooooooooooo!” Aläki yelled, “You don’t know what you’re doing!”
    “I’m sorry, Aläki, but it’s for the best,” I grimly said.
    I raised the sword to my throat and—

    “Nargom!” shouted a voice.
    I sat bolt upright in my bed.
    “Mother?” I thought aloud.
    “Come eat your meal if you want to make it to the castle before nightfall.”
    “Oh, it was only a dream,” I sighed to myself.
    I threw on my tunic and raced across the hall to the table.
    “It’s about time you got here, Nargom,” said my mother.
    “Sorry.”
    I wolfed down my meal of cold buck and took care of my daily chores. Then I raced back to find my mother.
    “Is it time to set off, Mother?” I asked.
    “I suppose it is. Where’s your brother?” asked my mother.
    “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him all morning.”
    “Wait a minute,” I thought, “This is exactly what happened in my dream. Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all, but perhaps a premonition of the future. Should I use this foretelling as a guide, or dismiss it as nothing more than a coincidence…?
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