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Hi guys,
The paperback version of the T.S Church’s RuneScape novel “Betrayal at Falador” hits the shelves on October 15th (22nd in the UK) thanks to its massive success since its hardback launch back in July 2008. To celebrate the launch we’ve managed to grab Mr Church for an exclusive Q&A session held right here on these very forums.
If you’re an aspiring writer looking for advice, are a fan of T.S Church or want to try your hand at prizing information out of him on what he has planned for the sequel, this is the Q&A session for you.
If you’ve not yet read “Betrayal at Falador” and want to see what all the fuss is about then you can check out the first chapter here. Obviously we love it but don’t just take our word for it, click here to see what MMO champions Massively.com had to say.
T.S Church will be here on October the 16th from about 8pm UK time right after we’ve been out for some Saturday evening nosh somewhere in sunny Cambridge. =)
In the meantime, we’ve created this thread for your questions and it’s open and ready for your quizzical gems right now. Make them silly, make them serious, it’s totally up to you. We’ll be sending a copy of the paperback edition of Betrayal at Falador signed by T.S Church himself (your J-mods will add their scrawl too if you’re really unlucky!) to the poster of our favourite question.
Till then, bye guys!
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08-Oct-2010 10:51:08 - Last edited on 19-Oct-2010 10:32:12 by Mod Howes

Otenba
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Oh cool, well I haven't read it so I'm not sure if I'll be able to come up with a question, but we'll see.
P.S. You might want to check that link, it's not working for me.

08-Oct-2010 13:25:21

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edit: thanks, the link is working :)
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08-Oct-2010 13:48:14 - Last edited on 16-Oct-2010 20:27:42 by V a

Otenba
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You can still read the first chapter, just have to search the 'Betrayal at Falador' on the page the link goes to. =)
I'm not sure if it's just me, however, but the first chapter seems like there's a part missing...

09-Oct-2010 05:24:59 - Last edited on 09-Oct-2010 05:26:10 by Otenba

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I regret to say that the extract published upon the publishers' website appears to be missing a large fragment of the text.
In the middle of one sentence, it suddenly shifts ahead to the middle of a much later sentence, with no punctuation or warning whatsoever dividing the two.
Could anyone with a good knowledge of the forum rules please inform me whether it might be acceptable for me to present that missing section, or whether this thread should be left exclusively for questions?
Edit: Actually, perhaps I shall simply post the fragment prior to receiving permissions. If deemed to be unsuitable, I shall gladly remove the contents of this post.
I will paraphrase slightly, as I cannot reproduce italics and similar effects here upon the Forums.
The missing fragment is located here: ‘“One… two… three!” Sharpe counted out, and on his last call the small group of men lifted the marble statue with a collective shutter.’
As you can see, lifting things with a collective shutter makes very little sense. What should actually be there is this:
*Begin missing fragment*
"One... two... *three*!" Sharpe counted out, and on his last call the small group of men lifted the marble statue with a collective groan of effort. "Carry him to the courtyard. We can't leave one of our own out here in the cold!"
The men staggered under their burden, moving slowly from the exposed bridge toward the open gates, Squire Theodore lighting the way.
*The statue will be safe there until the morning,* the master-at-arms mused, *as long as the damage wasn't serious enough to break it into a thousand pieces as they moved it.*
*And as long as nothing more comes down on our heads,* he added silently. It wasn't safe in the streets of Falador that night; several people had already been killed by falling debris, and the quicker their party was back inside the castle, the better.
(continued on next post)
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you[...]For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have?

09-Oct-2010 06:13:46 - Last edited on 09-Oct-2010 07:02:08 by Kittyphantom

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But the pessimistic thought turned to prophecy. A sharp crack, a sudden cry, and the statue dropped again to the paving, scattering the men who had lifted it. Only two had retained their grips on the polished marble, and now they held the right leg between them, detached from the rest of the figure.
"Get the torch back here!" Sharpe hollered, his temper rising. He swiftly noted the anxious faces gazing toward the courtyard. "Where's the torch?" he called. "Where has Theodore got to?"
A sudden gust of wind, biting cold in its journey south from Ice Mountain, swept across the bridge. The squire emerged from the gatehouse, bringing the torch with him and carrying a heavy bundle under his arm. As soon as he reached the shivering party, there was a crack from above and a cry of warning rang out.
"Watch your heads!"
Each man instinctively looked up, crouching low in readiness. Spinning from the rooftops, a tile crashed onto the bridge and exploded on the stonework scant yards away, sending sharp chips of slate into the turbulent moat below.
"Come on; we must not stay out here any longer," Sharpe said decisively. For all a statue meant, it wasn't worth the lives of the young men who stood close to him. "Theodore, don't run off again. We need the light to see what we're doing."

He noted the look of disappointment on the young man's face. Theodore was an excellent squire; the master-at-arms couldn't recall any better. Yet he took himself too seriously, making him an easy target for any of his peers who envied his dedication, or even despised him for it.
"I have blankets, sir," Theodore said. "We can carry the statue on that. It will allow more of us to help lift it and prevent any more accidents like the last one..." His voice trailed off as a couple of the knights regarded him coolly.
But Sharpe nodded.
(continued on next post)
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you[...]For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have?

09-Oct-2010 07:26:32

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"It's a good idea, Theodore. Pull the blankets under the statue when we lift it—on three again!" And as soon as the men around him had obeyed, the master-at-arms began the count.
"One...

"Two...
"*Three*!" Each man issued a grunt as they hefted their burden.
A sudden flash erupted from the polished marble above the entrance to the courtyard, and once again the stone knight fell, the impact knocking several of the knights off their feet. One stumbled against Theodore, so that he was forced to loosen his grip on the spluttering torch and the light vanished as it splashed into a puddle.
Immediately, concerned voices called out in the darkness.
"What was that?"
"Are we under attack?"
"There's been no thunder - it must be magic!"
Sharpe bellowed from the side of the bridge.
"Get me a light!"

Theodore crouched and seized the torch, only to find that it was soaked from the puddle. He was on his feet in a second, running toward the gatehouse where the night watch kept lights burning. He was careful to avoid the dazed knights who risked tripping him in the dark.
"Help me!"
A voice called out nearby. It was faint and unusual, and Theodore dismissed it, knowing he could not help anyone until he had light. As he entered the gatehouse, the voice groaned again, closer now.
When Theodore emerged holding the burning torch, he nearly dropped it in surprise. For lying not far away was a young girl, shivering from the cold. Looking closer, he could see that she was in shock from the savage injuries that covered her body. In one hand she held a strange flower, and in the other a golden ring, broken in two, that appeared to be smouldering in her open palm. It boasted a crystal clear gem, and an acrid scent hung heavy on the night air.
Her eyes, wide and dark, looked into his. He had never seen anything so...
"Help me...please."
The girl blinked once and opened her eyes. Then with a sigh she closed them again, and her head lolled back.
(continued)
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you[...]For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have?

09-Oct-2010 07:36:28

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Sir Amik Varze's mood reflected the weather outside.
Freezing winds howled down from the mountain and The Wilderness that lay beyond, and his order had been busy dealing with food shortages and a desperate population. Though the night was black as pitch, on a clear day, from his room in the tower of marble overlooking the city of Falador, Sir Amik could see Ice Mountain the distant north, a foreboding sharp pinnacle which could look deceptively beautiful on those evenings when the sun reflected off the frozen summit.
*Beautiful, but deadly,* he thought as the gale blew open a shutter. It struck the wall with a raucous clatter.
From his younger days as an ambitious squire and all through his long career, Sir Amik had travelled more than most throughout the lands of Gielinor, east to the borders of the dark realm of Morytania where even the dead could not find rest, and south to the vast wastes of the Kharidian Desert which no man had ever crossed.
Yet of all his achievements, he was most proud of his role in manoeuvring the Knights of Falador as a serious political force within the realm of Asgarnia. He had ruled in old King Vallance's place, making and enforcing the laws that kept the nation safe. For two years the king had been bedridden, and Sir Amik had made certain that the knights had filled the vacuum before instability could threaten.
Not everybody had been happy about that, however. The Imperial Guard—under the direct rule of Crown Prince Anlaf—had questioned Sir Amik’s intentions, and were aware that his knights controlled the nation's treasury. The prince had governed the town of Burthorpe in northwest Asgarnia for many years, placed there by his father to amass experience and prepare him for his inevitable succession to the throne. Under Anlaf's management, the Imperial Guard kept the nation safe from the trolls in the northern mountains, and rarely interfered in Asgarnia's wider affairs.
(continued on next post)
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you[...]For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have?

09-Oct-2010 07:48:18

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Yet the rumours swirled. Some predicted that a power struggle would plunge the nation into civil war, but Sir Amik would not let it come to that. As long as he lived, honour and truth would conquer the petty politics of such self-interested men.
It was the will of Saradomin.
Amik was old now, though. Not so old, however, as to be confined to the almshouses in the city, which the knights maintained to shelter those who had survived to reach the age of retirement, spending their days in the parks and lecturing the younger generation about the virtues of truth and honour.
*No, not yet,* he thought as he stood up to close the offending shutter. He was still capable of putting in as many hours as were required to guarantee the security of Asgarnia and the blessings of Saradomin.
**End missing fragment**
The rest of the text on the publishers' website appears to be intact.
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you[...]For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have?

09-Oct-2010 07:53:28 - Last edited on 09-Oct-2010 07:54:06 by Kittyphantom

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