Novel & Cerita Black Knights Fortress Osrs

Behind us, I heard the frustrated roars of Caleb’s wolves as they crashed into trees, blinded by Vincent’s magic. We ran for what felt like hours, ascending higher into the jagged cliffs of the North. The air grew thinner, colder, until finally, the fog cleared. We stood before a massive fortress carved directly into the face of a mountain. It was obsidian and bone, a stronghold that looked like it had been built by giants. "Welcome to the Black Crag," Félix said, setting me down on the stone bridge that led to the main gates. I gasped for air, clutching the leather cloak Damon had thrown over me. I looked at the four of them—these outcasts, these "Four Kings" that pack legends spoke of in h

​We cleared the mountain ridge, and the forest suddenly gave way to a massive chasm. ​Looming across the divide was the Obsidian Fortress. ​It was a huge, black castle carved directly into the side of a mountain. Green torches lined the dark walls. Below the castle, a massive subterranean city hummed with life. Thousands of wolves were training and working in metal foundries. This wasn't a messy group of outcasts; it was a hidden army waiting for a spark. ​Boran led me across a swaying rope bridge. The moment my feet touched the black stone of the courtyard, a dozen heavily armed warriors surrounded us with spears.

“They’re learning. That was coordinated.” Theron knelt beside the spot where Garrick had disappeared. “Gone. No scent. No trace.” Elias clenched his jaw. “Mark the spot. We’ll come back—if we can.” Serena’s breath caught as the trees thinned ahead, revealing a narrow pass of obsidian rock—and beyond it, a fortress unlike any she’d seen before. Jagged, angular towers spiraled toward the sky, built from stone blacker than pitch. Shadowy figures patrolled the ramparts. The gates were invisible, hidden within the stone like a mouth waiting to open.

“There’s a ritual—one that can sever the moonstone’s connection to the cult. It’s dangerous, and it requires absolute precision, but it’s our best chance.” “And where do we find them?” Oswald asked. “We can’t perform a ritual if we don’t know where to go.” Rook stepped forward, his expression grim. “I can lead you to them. Their stronghold is hidden deep in the Blackspire Mountains. But they’ll know we’re coming. They’ll be ready.” “Then we’ll be ready too,” I said firmly. As the fortress stirred with preparations, I found Rook outside the gates, standing in the fading light of the evening. He was staring out into the forest, his silhouette rigid and solitary.

The waterfall behind the Crimson Knight didn't sound like water; it sounded like the rhythmic weeping of a thousand lost souls, its crimson-tinted spray misting the obsidian armor of our executioner. The third Knight raised his black claymore. The weapon didn't just catch the light; it ate it. "You smell of starlight and wet fur," the Knight’s voice rattled inside his helmet, a sound like dry bone scraping on metal. "A Queen of ghosts and a King of dogs. Neither shall leave the Silent Dominion."

The night stretched on, dark and endless. But the morning would bring war. --- Dawn broke cold and grey. I stood at the front of the column, the crown blazing on my brow. The prisoners were behind me, their faces set with determination. The northern wolves flanked us, their amber eyes sharp and fierce. Kael stood on my left, his blade drawn. Ronan stood on my right, his claws gleaming. Zephyr moved among the ranks, his silver eyes scanning the horizon. The fortress rose in the distance—a massive structure of black stone and iron, its towers reaching toward the grey sky. The core pulsed within it, a faint, silvery glow that throbbed like a heartbeat.

--- Outside the fortress, Orion mounted his white horse once more. He looked toward the shattered walls. "Prepare the second assault." A commander bowed. "My Chancellor..." "Our scouts report Blackstone reinforcements are approaching." Orion smiled. "Excellent." "Destroy them first." He turned toward the fortress one final time. "Bring me the Moonfang Queen alive." "And kill the Alpha." --- As the order spread through the enemy ranks, hundreds of elite warriors dressed in black armor stepped forward. Unlike the regular soldiers, these wolves carried curved silver blades etched with glowing runes.

The blow of the breeze grew colder as the night fell darker, giving more icy chills on the skin rather than its usual soft, gentle caress. Three men hid behind the gigantic rocks near the shore; each were carrying sharp swords on their waists. One had age struck him at its finest though still stood mighty and strong whilst the other two were twice younger than him. They watched as the lonely, white fortress disappeared before the vast view of the ocean ahead. After it was concealed by the darkness after the sun had sunken down, a light broke into one of the window at the center tower that faced the vast grounds. And then it spread to the bridge which connected the eastern and western towers