War... Darkness... Death... All went through the head of a young Faladorian soldier as he stood at his post on the wall. War had come. Darkness was approaching. Death was yet to arrive. A few months before this event, a general of a Zamorakian army appeared in Asgarnia. He was pure evil. He had no mercy, not even to women and children. He came to the Mountain of Ice and raised a army, 20,000 strong. And now it was poised to attack the white city of Falador. "Ah, the rats have gone to Varrock." said the General. "We must follow them and wipe out them and their allies!" To be continued...