This is an old unfinished story I found. Just thought that I should start it up again. Tell me what you think!

This is a work in progress.

I've decided to add a character design sweepstakes. I will accept characters for my story if I see them fitting for what my image is. I will give you credit for your character and I accept all ideas and I feed off of criticism... no matter how harsh

To enter a character, simply put this is your post:



I intend to add 2-4 characters. I don't think ill be able to add 10 or so (At least not in book 1/3 )

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Thanks!

~Supa

The Rise of Zerus

Prologue


Pointed towers of hell jutted all around. Fires from deepest hell made large rifts in the ground, which sprouted new crevices, creating white fire. A large, red, demonic throne sprouted in the middle of Varrock.
An legendary greater demon, far bigger and blacker than the rest, emerged from the deepest trench, and sat down on his throne. This demon was someone named Zerus, a god not even recognized in history
by any name except the 'Master of Zamorak.'


"I, Zerus, have taken control of Varrock. Next, the world!"



The Secret Caves


Cedric Kaye, a man of about forty, was the blacksmith of Varrock. He lived in a house that was just west of the rune shop, and owned a store connected to the rune shop. Every day he would wake up and get
dressed and take a nice walk to the Grand Exchange. There he would get nails, planks, hammers, saws, and extra brown aprons just in case he needed some.

Cedric was extremely close to mastering his great skill of smithing anything in the land. He recently discovered some secret caves under Varrock that he called his 'dragon caves.' These caves were loaded with
a hardened substance of dragon metal that he was experimenting with. Even though he knew he would be rich if he sold the raw materials, he decided he could make a breakthrough if he could make dragon
materials by himself. Just two days ago he had formed something with the shape of a dragon dagger. Cedric knew he was close to a breakthrough.

Cedric had only visited a fraction of these caves. He wanted to gather a team of his closest friends for an expedition to map out the cave, but he was not much of an adventurer. Until he knew what more was
out there, he had barricaded the cave with some of the dragon metal so that nothing of any monstrous form could get in.
Cedric woke up one morning and got dressed. He threw on his shirt, shoes, and jeans and walked into his teak wardrobe.

"I'll wear my rune armor platebody today, with my rune platelegs and my obsidian cape." Cedric wasn't extremely poor, but he wasn't extremely rich, either. Blacksmiths made a good amount of money for the
armor they had to repair, such as barrows sets and armor that was war torn. "I'm gonna go buy a cool helmet today, whatever I can find," Cedric thought to himself.
He opened the large, wooden door to his house and left for the grand exchange. Cedric was a large figure in the town, since this was a traveler city, and many adventurers stopped at his shop to get their armor
repaired.

Cedric returned to his house ten minutes later, with a fancy new Berserker helmet on his head. A mysterious package awaited him at his door. It was about five feet long and extremely heavy.
"I wonder, could this be that load of rune metal bars I ordered?" Cedric asked himself as he heaved the box inside and hastily set it down on his craftsman table.



An Unusual Surprise


Cedric searched his tools cupboard until he found his multi-purpose knife. He cut the thick wrapping paper open and ripped the rest off. Under the olive paper was a large wooden box.
"No wonder this box was so heavy," Cedric remarked. He gently removed the top of the large wooden crate, and suddenly his eyes illuminated. A large blade of a god sword lay on top of the
box. Cedric removed the blade and was shocked to find four god sword hilts: Saradomin, Zamorak, Bandos, and Armadyl. A note was also found in the box:






"Well, I had better get started, then," Cedric said, "I've never worked with this before, so I guess I'll start now." Cedric worked all night on his sword. At midnight, he had finished creating his
Saradomin god sword. A strange rumble came from beneath his feet, where the Caves were located.



Broken Barricades, Mended Knowledge


Cedric grabbed his key ring and rummaged through his keys until he found one for his trapped door. He quickly grabbed and shoved it through the keyhole, doing so hastily as to not waste any
time finding out who, or what, was disturbing his mines. As he opened the trap door a material that looked similar to pixie dust coated his face. Cedric then decided to grab his dragon dagger that
thankfully, he hadn't made. He would probably need it for protection for what was about to come.

"Egaine, you take the west side. No! The other west side! Agnus, soften some of that dragonite ore up! Come on people, the queen wants this stuff shipped by tomorrow, and we need one
thousand pieces of dragon ore! Ugh, this job is for experienced people such as myself. You guys work like my grandma, only worse!" A large fairy with a cigar in his mouth was ordering a group
of fairy miners around. Cedric hid behind a stalagmite, carefully making sure that no one could see him. He quickly noticed that fairy lights were installed in the walls and his torches knocked
down. He could also see that his barricades that he thought he built so well, were shattered, nails and woodchips scattered about the ground. He could take no more. Cedric ran out from behind
the stalagmite and charged into the middle of the room. As if the fairies knew he was going to do that, they took out their dragon daggers as well and circled him. The head fairy barged into the
middle of the circle, equipped with his very own dragon long sword.

"What are you doing in my mine?" Cedric asked the head fairy.

"My name's Aksaine Tyrannian. Tyran, for short. The real question is, what are YOU doing in MY mine? This is a part of the fairy dragon mines, where we get the ore to make dragons swords
and daggers from," the fairy replied in a dignified voice.

"So, you're saying that the dragon ore mines stretch this far? All the way to Varrock?" Cedric asked.

"All the way to the wilderness and the Fremminik Isles. Even Pest Control!"

"Wow... so you've got a millennium’s worth of dragon ore? Wait! I'm getting off topic! Please, I was just mining my own business! I am using this for my own experiments! I think I understand
what you're getting at! If the humans find out that you have these mines, they will wipe out the fairies and use the mines for their own, right? You can trust me! All I am doing is trying to make
dragon weapons, like daggers and swords, and I will only sell those! Not raw materials," Cedric said. There was truth in his eyes, and Tyran knew that.

"I know honesty when I see it. Back off guys, he's clean. Move on to the next location!" Tyran yelled to his crew. He took Cedric aside. "Listen kid, this is the only path to the rest of the mines, I
hope you don’t mind we use it for transport, but watch out! These mines aren't all good areas. There is a legend that Zerus, the god of Zamorak and Iban and Armaydl, rules part of the caves,
but hopefully he won’t get here. Legend has it that his lair stretches from under the ZMI altar to the underground pass, from the elf lands and Pest Control, so don’t venture too far. Be careful!"
Tyran patted Cedric on the back and went deeper into the caves colorful caves lit by fairy lights.

"Funny, I did hear some growling a few days ago..." Cedric thought. He shrugged it off, and went upstairs to try and create his wonderful Saradomin God Sword.



The Unexpected Visitor


It was four o’clock in the afternoon, and Cedric was exhausted. All day he was working on a new dragon weapon he could use to more easily kill dragons, and something customizable to him. A
small heap of used dragonite ore lay in the corner, so dented it was practically useless. Small tools such as hammers and chisels were spread out on his weathered craftsman table, and the
distinct small of fairy dust filled the room.

“Well,” Cedric sighed as he laid his head down to rest, “it seems I’ve wasted another day just mashing up ores and throwing it in the corner. Although,” he said to himself as he cot up and
walked to a chair in one corner of his room, “I did manage to make this.” A brightly polished dragon two-handed sword glimmered in his hand. “Three days work and it’s finally done. Looks like
I’ve got some money coming my way.”

Eager to show off what the general public might just think was a purchase, Cedric put on his best runite armor and set out for the grand exchange.
“After this,” Cedric said as he heaved his sword out the door, “I’ll be able to afford some dragon armor!” Even though he was a master smither, dragonite ore was a foreign material, at least to
the humans, but to the fairies, he didn’t have much skill at all.

Although Varrock had many benefits, such as it being a major center of trade, it also had some disadvantages. With a large city comes a large amount of muggers. Some experIenced, some,
unfortunately, beginning their life of crime. The thieves didn’t care how powerful their target was. Their swiftness had given them great Infamy among citizens. In some cities, the muggers
were just misfits in tattered, blood-stained clothes, but In Varrock, thugs were somewhat strong. Not only could they thieve extremely well, but they also had a good deal of armor they had
bought with stolen money or flat-out stole. Cedric, with his enormous two-handed sword, was definitely a target for any mugger, weak or strong.

One particular thug, called Isaac the Infamous, was, obviously, the most infamous thug throughout the land, and, unfortunately, he robbed people in… Varrock. He could easily be a strong
adventurer, but mugging people was what he did for a living. He got his start of thieving as a member of the Black Arm gang, but broke away when he realized his true potential, and he made
the right decision.

As Cedric made his way through the streets, he was careful to choose the most open streets he could, so that there was a better chance the he wouldn’t get mugged. He made a left onto another
street, but Isaac jumped out at him, poisoned dagger in hand.

“Gimme the sawd, buddy,” the scruffy-voiced Isaac said.

“Oh, !” Cedric yelled as he was paralyzed in fear.

“Ya got two options: gimme the sawd, and I kill ya, or I kill ya and take the sawd. It’s yer choice.” The terrifying voice of the master thief wasn’t showing any lying in his voice.

“No!” Hands trembling, Cedric brought the sword down right towards Isaac, but he parried his attack with the dagger and rushed towards Cedric. Aware of what was happening, Cedric lifted up
the sword and dodged a slash by Isaac. While Isaac was quickly recovering from the overcut, Cedric laid a final blow down right on Isaac’s head. A couple of seconds after he was knocked out,
Cedric beheaded Isaac and brought his head, concealed, to the king of Varrock, King Roald. It wasn't very concealed, though. Blood was dripping from his now heavy backpack, and some
passersby got suspicious of him. A killer? Surely not. Nevertheless, Cedric stood, proudly, in front of King Roald's castle, ready to claim his prize. Selling this wonderful sword would have to
wait.



The King of Dust


Cedric walked up to the fortified, decorative walls of Varrock castle. The bright, sturdy wooden doors were the only thing separating him from becoming a hero in Varrock, and maybe even across RuneScape. Cedric walked up and touched the doo, to feel the warmness of triumph.

“Halt!” an ornately dressed guard yelled. “State your business!”

“I sir,” Cedric started, with a gentle bow, “am Cedric Kaye. I am here to report some wonderful news to King Roald of Varrock.”

“And what news might this be?” asked the guard. Cedric didn’t like him. Something seemed very strange about him. Examining him, Cedric saw a badge of the royal guard. Royal guard? What would the Royal guard be doing outside the castle?

“Sir, I do believe that-“

“Shut up!” the guard screamed at the top of his lungs. “Now,” he said evilly as he drew out his dragon long sword, “you will give me the head to Isaac the Infamous, or I will destroy Varrock and any other town that stands in the way of my world domination!”

“W-w-what do you mean?” Cedric stuttered as his entire body shook.

“Watch me,” the disguised creature hissed as a black aura formed around his body. It slowly grew bigger, and so did the creature behind the guard. As you could imagine, this was very noticeable, and people started congregating around this thing. King Roald noticed what was happening and rushed out with his real Royal guard to find out.

“What is this nonsense?” King Roald exclaimed as he quickly made his way through the hordes of people around his castle to find out. Tremors started shaking the world of RuneScape, crevices sucked in all they could, into the fiery pits of hell. Screaming and yelling could be heard, and King Roald was petrified. “Incantatos Camela!” King Roald chanted. He threw a couple of law runes on the ground and disappeared.

“No!” Cedric yelled as he gathered him self and nearly grabbed on to the royal velvet. “Who are you?” Cedric screamed to the demon that was nearly formed.

“Me?” asked the enormous greater demon, “I am Zerus, Master, Creater, Destoyer of Zamorak! And if you do not take me to your dragonite ore mines now, you and all inhabitants of RuneScape will perish!”

“You- you know?” Cedric stuttered as he stood paralyzed with fear.

“Of course I know! Now where is that GodSword you made for me?” The demon Zerus knew something Cedric didn’t.

“That sword isn’t for you!” Cedric yelled, “But how do you know about it?”

“Because! I am King Zachary Emanuel Richard Ulysses Stephanos!” A ball of fire emanated from the demon king’s hand. “Lost in history,” he threw the fireball, and Varrock palace burst into flames, “I am King Zerus, King of Dust!”

can i get any replies? its been 6 days already! :-(

Sorry for not posting

Very good story and very detailed!

10/10 keep it up

yay! a comment! :-P

I only read to the letter due to business, but there are some things I need to point out:

'An' should be 'A,' and the first sentence get's a little wordy. Also, why is he not recognized in history, and why/how is he the Master of Zamorak? This would be extremely hard to come about, seeing as Zamorak is typically pointed to be an indepedent entity, not ruled by another since the rebellion against Zaros roughly six thousand years ago.

One of the reasons I couldn't read more is that the format is quite difficult to read, seeing as the paragraphs are randomly interrupted to form a new line (as shown above). Please try to fix this, and I'll be happy to finish the read.

Overall, try to fix the inconsistencies. Explain things as you talk, show rather than tell, and make sure you have a backstory for not only The Rise of Zerus, but the whole Zamorak Tales as well. Generic, yes, but it will help you improve your writing ability significantly.

i just thought i should point out that that is the prologue, those questions about the demon will be answered in the first book. don't worry!

as for chapter 5, it will be out shortly!

Just make sure that when you have made claims like that in a story that you already have an idea of how to explain it, how it affects the story, etc.

ive come out w/ chapter five, hopefully it will answer some questions

I think you mean Zaros, not Zerus. It might be that I haven't go far enough in the history yet, but I haven't heard of any Zerus.

no, i definitely mean Zerus. Trust me, my stories are always full of secrets that are answered.it drives my teachers nuts.

trust me, you will know why i pickedc a random thing like Zerus by the end of the book.