Chapter 1

“But Dad, I want to go with you, I can fight too ya know!” Leron cried.

“Leron, please, just stay here and look after your mother for me,” Leron’s father commanded. “you’re only twelve years old, anyways… You’d only get in our way.”

“I’m thirteen, Dad.. And I won’t get in the way, I promise!” He pleaded.

“Well, however old you are now, you can’t go. And that's that!”

“At least tell me where you’re going, and when you’ll be back!”

“Alright, c’mere boy.”

Leron trudged passed the numerous boxes filled with ‘souvenirs* that his father brought back from his trips, and finally made it to his father, and sat next to him on the box labeled “Kandarin”. Leron never bothered to ask his father how he managed to gain all these riches, he thought it best not to.

“Son..” His father sighed. “You see all these boxes, you know where all the riches in them came from?”

Leron nodded ignorantly, not truthfully knowing where it all came from.

“Do you now? Knowing you’re just being cooperative.. It’s time you know the truth about my life, you’re old enough now, and some day you must carry on my search for the lost Curse of Zaros.” Leron’s Father forced from his lips. " I've killed hundreds of men in search of this curse, my men and I would soon afterwards loot the city for all it’s valuables.”

“So… You stole all of this stuff?” Leron asked, shocked.

“Yes, and you might be required to do the same in order to find this curse, because I won’t be coming back, son..” His Father admitted.


“But, why Dad!?”

“Because, I’m going to the place of the curse, my men discovered the scrolls location about a week ago, and I’ll have to give my life to try and activate the curse of the scroll, but there is only a small chance that Zaros will hear my prayers where he is. I may die for nothing, or I may die for a great cause.”

“Why can’t one of your men just give their lives!?” Leron screamed, as a single tear rolled down his dirt stained cheek.

“Only a person who has dedicated his life to Zaros can activate his cursed scroll. You see son, I am what's known as a Mahjarrat- A soldier or follower of Zaros -And none of my men, except my three closest companions, know of our true intentions of our search. They all think that we’re just killing and looting for nothing but pure joy.” Leron’s Father told. “Now, no more questions, I must get going…Goodbye…My son.” As Leron’s father said those last words, he slowly got up from his chair, and left, never to be seen by his family, ever again.

“I love you dad…” Leron whispered as his father left the room, tears now streaming down his cheek, leaving streaks of cleanness as his tears washed away the dirt covering his face.


Chapter 2

The light was fading from the horizon, meaning it was almost time for the small army of men and demons to proceed with their attack on their supposed ‘Final Destination‘. Leron Sinten, a man of great infamy throughout the lands of The world, is the fearless leader of the small army of just one hundred men and demons.

In the past, Leron has murdered hundreds of innocent civilians in his search for the ultimate power, the curse that Zaros used to make six followers of Zamorak, Saradomin, and some of Zaros’ followers were included also, wander the plains of Gielinor as ghosts for all of eternity. Many believe that such power is just a myth, a story that parents use to scold children with, when they misbehave. But Leron, he believed that the curse was very real indeed.

His army consisted of; thirty very accurate, very deadly archers, thirty very strong, very strategically intelligent warriors, thirty demons who wouldn’t hesitate to tear you apart limb from limb, and burn the whole town to a great pile of smoldering ashes, and ten of Leron’s closest companions, that would protect their leader with their lives. Every city Leron left was left in a state of complete annihilation.

The only evidence the authorities of Zin had to prove it was Leron Sinten that committed these acts of complete insanity, was the round insignia of his family crest that Leron would leave on the highest point of the bodies that the army piled so high, that it seemed to reach out and touch the sky. Everywhere the Guards of Zin went, they all found the same thing: Death. At first, the guards had no idea who was behind these horrible acts of violence, but after the third or fourth time they found the bodies piled high, they decided to search. At the top of the bodies, they found the Sinten Family Crest resting atop the pile of the cold, lifeless bodies. They knew at once that the crest belonged either to Leron Sentin, or his long lost brother; Feray Sinten. Although, Feray may be lost to the world outside of the Sinten family, Leron knows precisely where he can be found. He is one of Leron’s closest companions and also his best soldier in his entire group.

Feray would, without hesitation, swiftly murder every person in a village or city single handedly without dropping a bead of sweat. He was about six feet, four inches. Easily the darkest, tallest soldier in the unit. He wore nothing but steel plated armor on his legs and feet. His chest was bare. And he weld a razor sharp sword that could penetrate the thickest of armors. At his feet he wore steel plated boots that went half way up his leg, only to conceal more unbelievably sharp weapons in both of his boots. He wore gloves that were permanently stained with the color of blood, no matter how many times washed.

“Brother!” Feray shouted at Leron from a distance. “Are you prepared for what lies ahead?”

“Yes, I know what I must do.” Leron whispered.

“You don’t have to do this, it’s not to late to turn back and forget this whole stupid scroll!” He convinced

“Men! Prepare yourself, we strike minutes before dawn, the enemy will be asleep!” Leron ignored.

“Sir!” All the men said.


Leron slowly walked over to his seat. His brother sat next to him, convinced he was going to talk his brother out of this madness.

“Leron… Brother… You should turn back now, instead of going through with this crazy scheme.” Feray said.

“Please, can I have time alone, brother?” He asked of him

Feray walked away, grabbed a beer, and joined the other men in their drunken conversations of money and women.

Leron put his elbows on his knees, hands on head, and looked down at the ground as he kicked dirt and made the Zaros symbol of which is a circle surrounding an equidistant cross. As he thought about all the things he’s done in his lifetime, including swearing loyalty to Zaros and in doing so, becoming a Mahjarrat.

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Leron, being 27 years old and having years of training, is a very skilled warrior. He’s five feet, nine inches tall. He’s quite muscular and wears the same steel plated armor his brother wears on his legs and boots. Unlike Feray, Leron uses a heavy, broad, two-handed sword that he straps across his back when not in battle. He has a twin pair of daggers hidden beneath the steel in his boots, identical to his brothers. Their father gave them to them when they turned ten years old, as that’s the age when boys become men. Their father was supposed to teach them how to hunt and kill, when they turned fifteen, but their father left on a journey in search of Zaros’ Cursed Scroll when Leron was only thirteen, Feray was fourteen. Leron has hair as dark as night, that falls down to the middle of his back. He has eyes the color of blood. His eye color is unknown of how they turned red, his men talk of rumors that it was because his father left without saying goodbye to his mother, and his sadness eventually turned into rage, and eventually to complete hatred for his father.

Leron stood before the temple of Zaros, which he somehow found with the help of Zamorak followers, saying that he was going to kill all remaining followers of Zaros, that claim to speak to him directly, and then killing them. His small group of ten men behind him, including his brother at his side.

In what seemed like a flash, hundreds of Zaros’ followers appeared in front of them. They were cloaked wearing dark purple robes, cloaking their faces. Leron caught a glimpse of the Mahjarrat farthest from him, and noticed something odd about him. He couldn’t see exactly what, but something seemed oddly familiar about his face, and his presence. The Mahjarrat closest to Leron, wearing the same purple robes as the rest, but with a white circle with an equidistant cross on his chest. He knew that sign, it was the sign of The Empty Lord, Zaros.
End of Chapter 3



Chapter 4

It spoke.“Who are you, and why have you come to this temple?” It’s voice was icy and seemed to pierce Leron’s skin like a hundred tiny daggers flying through him.

“I am Leron Sinten, I have come to this temple to swear my loyalty to Zaros” Leron stated.

“And what are your intentions with the loyalty of Lord Zaros?”

“I have found a way to bring back our lor--” the Mahjarrat interrupted him.

“He is NOT your Lord! You are a mere human, you have no right to call The Almighty Zaros your ‘Lord’!” It Screeched.

“I have found a way to bring back… Your lord.” Leron Corrected.

The hooded figure lifted his hood as slowly as one possible could, it seemed to take ages, and Leron, catching a glimpse of the creatures face, was shocked at what he saw. It spoke once more.

“You and your men shall fall at the hands of Fetrar” The creature screamed.

Fetrar had deep, black eyes that froze Leron and his men with fear. Its teeth were as sharp as the daggers in Lerons boots, which he was thinking of reaching for, very soon if the creature made a move. Its nose came to a point at the end, and its whole face was covered in what looked like some sort of skin disease. It was hideous. It glided over to Leron with extreme swiftness. It almost seemed as though the Mahjarrat had teleported to him.

Leron reached over his shoulder and grabbed his sword, preparing for battle. At the same second, his men all formed into a very well practiced defense formation to protect their leader.


Sevlen, the youngest of the warriors only at sixteen, but even with his young age, he could easily outfight most of the soldiers in Lerons group. Sevlen wore a black cloak, that covered his body in its entirety. He weld two daggers, one in each hand that were stained with blood, taking on a fresh, crimson color in them. At the daggers tips, was a dab of the most hazardous poison known to man. How he managed to retrieve this poison, remains a mystery, Sevlen isn’t exactly the most talkative warrior in his group.

Sevlen took position directly to the right of Leron, and held his daggers in a way that was completely unknown as to why he does, to all of the men in Lerons group. He held one of the blood stained daggers point up, facing the direction he is facing. The other dagger, he keeps in the other hand with its sharp edge facing away from his body, with the point facing behind him. He spoke of this once, and claimed it to be an ancient, Zamorakian practice in dual-wielding daggers. Leron definitely did not enjoy the fact that Sevlen uses Zamorakian fighting techniques, but did not hesitate to let him on the team when he revealed his fighting skills against a few Saradominists.

End Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Fetrar lunged first at the man to Lerons right, which just happened to be where Sevlens position was in the formation. The Mahjarrat lunged with surprising quickness and agility, he had never seen such speed. Sevlen is known for being able to anticipate his enemies moves very quickly and accurately, and quickly side stepped away from the lunging Mahjarrat. As Fetrar passed by him, Sevlen, seized him by his cloak, and put one of his deadly red daggers to his throat. The Mahjarrat simply smiled at this, and proceeded to slip his body out of his cloak, revealing his true body.

Fetrar had what seemed like his bones protruding about an inch and a half from his body, mainly his back and shoulders. Fetrar looked directly into Sevlens eyes. Sevlen grabbed his head and screamed as though he was in agonizing pain. Leron saw this and immediately his anger grew, his anger is the key to his success in battle. The soldier standing to the left of Leron noticed his rage, and put a hand on his chest.

“Thank you, Heets” Leron sighed, and retreated to help his friend Sevlen, now on the ground still clutching his skull, digging his nails into his head so hard, he was bleeding from where his fingers were.

Heets, his name known to the men, as his real name was lost in time, was a very powerful wizard. He stepped forward, making sure to have Fetrar notice that he was next to be in battle, and waved his hand. A staff made out of pure magic, protruded from the ground. Heets grabbed it, and proceeded on with his attack.

Fully equipped, the mage looked very powerful. He wore light colored robes, some believed he was a Saradominist spy, but all knew that no Saradomin mage could fight like Heets could. His staff was made of the essence of magic itself, shimmering brightly in the dim surroundings. At its peak, was the symbol of an unknown god, lost in the countless wars and battles fought against the wars. Heets would never speak of his staff, except that he would kill anyone with it himself if they got in his way. He muttered a few very ancient tongues, and a ball of lava, the size of his head, flew straight at Fetrar. He noticed the spell, and mutted his own ancient words. After that, he raised his hands to the sky, and quickly thrust them down straight in front of him, and water proceeded to spew directly out of his hands, dousing the now steaming lump of rock. He stared at the rock with his black eyes, and it began to raise from the ground. He jerked his head slightly up, and it shot directly at Heets. He dodged the attack with no difficulty at all, only to look up from his face buried in the ground and see Fetrar gliding at him, curved dagger in hand. Heets quickly got to his feet, and positioned his hands in a defensive position. Fetrar lunged at him with his dagger. Heets blocked the blow with his staff, but staggered a bit from the extreme strength in the Mahjarrats strike. Heets, now back on his balance, grabbed the short bow strung on his back, and began to string an arrow. Heets is also known for his accuracy in his archery. He released his grip from the bowstring. But Something caught his eye, a man dressed in red shining Armour and a red sword, sharp as a chain saw, it was none other then the famous Leo Crimson!

End of Chapter 5

No use really posting an empty topic if you're going to fill it up the next day...

Edit: Ignore the above...confused Zaros with Zamorak...

Very long and great....

Indeed, my favorite part was the third chapter!

Seriously, dont post 'long and great' if you havent even started.

'Tomororw' was three days ago.

Hes a double of old me

At least you started your stories. I bet the guy hasn't logged in in days.

EDIT: I was right! No activity since May 30.

Good point, wasted thread...

The Story is at the top now! =)

This certainly is interesting...very long and great, to quote someone. I'll give a complete review when I have time.

I just skimmed howeer it seemed a good decent story!

Sorry i took so long my internet got turned off =(

Nice story =) ive read all ur other ones and i loved em =) keep on writing!

Thank you my little brother made some and he did pretty good so i'll ad them cut some slack he is only 9 I'll add more soon

Chapter 6


All of a sudden a flash of green and blue, almost blinding light flashed, and then Leo, Leron and Sevlen were all gone... Leo, Leron and Sevlen where in a tomb, a very old tomb. As theCy all looked around ( being very confused ) Sevlen said with out much thought “where the hell are we?” “dunno but this place is old” replied Leo. “by the way who are you?” asked Sevlen, “You don't know? Well if you must, a am one of the Best warrior's alive I am none other then Leo Crimson!” “I have never heard of you, Are you a traveler?” “Ughhhhh! You stupid town boy!, I'm a Great warrior I killed a Dragon!!” Said Leo rather selfishly. “being cocky wont get you anywhere in this club!” Snapped Sevlen. Leron new that Sevlen and Leo where now Enemy's, which Leron never liked. Leron thought they both had a bad side for instance: Sevlen is quick to anger and will attack someone without them really deserving it at all, and with Leo he really was cocky! But there really was no time for this because Leo hears a groan.


“Zombies” Whispered Leo. Sevlen and Leron looked over in the dark hallway and saw a ragged clothed Green'ish grey'ish 5 foot zombie! “what do we do?” asked Sevlen almost scared, But before leron could respond Leo ran up to a zombie and swung his sword and chopped the Zombie in half! “ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Yelled Sevlen super loud. “TAKING CHARGE OF THIS STUPID CLAN!!” yelled Leo, as he cut up yet two more Zombies! All of a sudden a Zombie jumped on Leron, Leron tried to get the Zombie off but it was no use! “SEVLEN GIVE ME A HAND!” yelled Leron, But Sevlen was to scared to move, for he had a giant fear of Zombies ( much like the story teller in real life only he is scared of Spiders! ) 3 more Zombies jumped on Leron, Leo yelled for help as well, for zombies where pulling on him now, and more walked over to Sevlen. “HELP HELP SOMEONE, SEVLEN HELP!!!” Screamed Leron. Sevlen had, had to much! He ran over and kicked a Zombies Head of ( he was stunned that he did but then he thought a zombies head is fragile! Leron had 3 Zombies on him now! ( it was still far to many for him to take on ) “HOLD ON IN THERE!” yelled Sevlen, trying very hard to get over his fear of zombies! Leo smashed 2 Zombies of of him, and Leo Bolted faster then Sevlen or Leron had ever seen a man go ( in Armour ) Sevlen Sliced one Zombie off of Leron to give him a chance of living and then, he bolted with out Leron and not knowing where Leo was....

End of Chapter 6