Chapter 7- Viper's nest

The warrior in the Dragon armor nodded his head to his warriors and one of them headed to the door to prevent my escape as two others started at the back of the temple and began turning the pews over.

(Any bright ideas genius?)

Don't think at me. I'm not the one in control.

Just great, here I am in between a rock and a Blood priest, and this is the time that my advisor decides to be out of escape plans. When they almost got to me, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned over on my back and as the thug lifted the pew up and I remembered the magic lesson and fired a fire blast right into his chest sending him into the ceiling and crashing back down on the pew across the isle from us. I rolled behind the pew and jumped to my feet pulling my dragon dagger and holding it at the ready.

What do you think you are doing? These aren't goblins or you average dark mage here, these are veteran killers and you are vastly outnumbered.

(I didn't hear any other ideas from the peanut gallery, so I did the first thing that came to mind.)

"Ahh, and here I was thinking it was going to be just another boring night." The blood clad warrior said with a smirk.

I didn't know what to do so I simply stood there waiting to see what my opponent's next move would be.

"Come now Vamp, don't tell me you have lost that wit I once saw you taunt with in battle those years before you defected to the god of balance."

Damn, it's Dalkar. Justin, I have every faith in our abilities but he is way too much to handle by ourselves.

"I haven't lost it Dalkar; I just haven't needed to use underhanded tactics since joining a more honorable allegiance." Dalkar just smiled and stared at me with those piercing eyes.

I could feel a dark presence looming up from behind me and I let my body go to my instincts. I heard a grunt and rolled to my left turning to see one of the large warriors bringing his large rune war hammer down where I once stood, cracking the floor with his strength. I ran at the lowered weapon stepping on the head and leaping towards the wall, I grabbed the warrior's helmet and rebounded off the wall swinging my body to his back. I pushed up off of his helmet, wrapped my legs around his head and flipped my body backwards pulling my opponent over me onto his stomach. As I had released my legs in mid flip, I mounted his back and pulled back on the helm exposing his neck and placed the pointed end of my dagger firmly at the side of it.

"I don't want to kill anyone tonight Dalkar. I suggest that unless you want a few less body guards you call your dogs back."

Where did you learn a maneuver like that?

(I watched a little too much pro wrestling when I was younger and play entirely too many video games now.) I would have laughed at the comment but at the moment I was having the scariest staring contest of my life with someone I was sure would kill me in a heartbeat if I gave him the opportunity. My only chance was that somehow he had a respect for Vamp's abilities and I convinced him that I was Vamp.

"See, now that's where we differ. I have been looking forward all night to killing someone, might as well be you."

"Wait Dalkar," The Blood Priest raised his hand to Dalkar's breastplate as if holding him back as he walked past him. "Why would a Guthix follower be in a Zamorakian temple? If your needing transport to the abyss, I am afraid you will need to meet me later at the usual spot Vampman, I am currently busy as you can clearly see."

This may be the opportunity we needed.

"You can cut the act. I know you are a Blood Priest."

"Ah, and what, pray tell, do you intend to do with that information?"

Suddenly the Blood Priest raised his hands and what I can only describe as red lightning exploded from his hands hitting one of the warriors who were apparently sneaking up on me sending him into the back wall of the hidden temple.

"You will not act in aggression during my conversation, thank you very much!"

Holy mother of Robert the Strong!

(That's a neat trick.)

"Now where were we?" The priest calmly turned his attention back to me.

"Uh, yea, well you're trying to restart the God Wars aren't you?"

Dalkar just looked at the priest and in return the priest turned back towards his altar.

I think you said the wrong thing.

"So what of it, Guthixian? Do you intend to interfere in the struggle of power between Lords Saradomin and Zamorak?

"Actually I'm here to help." I removed the blade from my hostage and dismounted him standing up and put my dagger away. He rolled away to the wall quickly rubbing his neck and looking at Dalkar.

What are you doing?

I remembered what Guthix said to me when I first got here. "As long as peace exists, war will loom just out of sight. It is not to be stopped by any god or mortal, but be allowed to run its course and in doing so, show those that survive the preciousness of the life they have been given."

(I think this is what we need to do.)

Are you sure?

(Guthix is certain that the war is coming so it must be inevitable. The only way my people are going home is when the war is done, so why stand in its way when hopefully we can get it done and over with as soon as possible.)

I waited for a reply but all that came was overhearing the mumbling of Dalkar to what I just noticed was a very surprised Blood Priest.

If you're going to make this work, make a mention of Entrana. Saradomin's power prevents anyone with pure allegiance to Zamorak to even reach the Island. If the Saradominists have something or someone special to combat Zamorak, that's where it will be.

"And just what do you think you can do to help that we cannot do on our own?" Dalkar asked, giving me the impression that he didn't want me to have an option of leaving.

"Well you said earlier that That Saradominist was blocking your ability to contact Lord Zamorak. I can remove him for you. You obviously know who he is, but since he isn't dead yet I can assume he must be on Entrana."

"Quite perceptive, very well then, the monk's name is Brother Regamor. We have no physical description of him but we do know he is on Entrana. Remove him so that we may receive our next orders on how to ready the world for the return of the true ruler of Runescape."

"And what of the mugger?" I asked almost scared to know the answer.

"My men will drag him out to the wilderness and, well, I'll get my practice for the morning." The smile Dalkar wore as he said that chilled me to my soul.

I thought that the purpose for coming out here was to try and save the mugger. We are just going to let them kill him?

(You said it yourself; we can't stand up to him just yet. As much as I hate it, there is nothing we can do.)

That was the end of that. I took my leave of the Blood Priest and the Dragons and started my journey towards Draynor. I could only hope that while I was on my quest that the murders in Varrock would stop, or at least be less frequent.