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| Wandering Adventurer Part
I (continued from front page) By Ronnie J ..chatting with the people there. There’s always gossip at the fishing guild, that’s why I like to be there, listening to the words of people who travel around the world. It’s also a good way to keep up with current events happening in the outside world. Word has it that there’s a Dragon Square Shield that wields extraordinary power. There’s a task involved, it will be upon the hardest quests around. You have to be skilled in many talents in order to survive this new hardship. There’s also a new guild for the Legendary Warriors. From what I understand the guild is south of here near where the Barbarians dwell, I’ll have to look around and see for myself. If I were to do the task set out for me, all people from around the world would know me by name, and I would be in many stories for centuries to come. Anxious as I am, I never really venture out like I used to, and my skills are very rusty, but maybe this quest will be motivation enough to get me back on my feet. Fishing day after day isn’t exactly what I would call a thrilling experience. Well anyway, I need some currency in order to take upon this task; I will have to use these certificates I saved up in order to make any kind of income. Hopefully I can find a buyer in a near by town. Being so far away from the old kingdom, Varrock would be too far a journey for me to make any kind of money, I would be broke just from the trip. Speaking of trips if I were to make any kind of journey I would need something to defend myself. I don’t have my Runite armor anymore, seems that I’ll have to take my black armor out of the closet instead. Whew, dusty thing, but it should do just fine, and hanging on a plague next to the closet is one of my prized possessions. This Dragon Axe has never let me down since the Hero’s Guild, and hopefully it will aid me on this difficult task. With confidence in my fighting skills, I will head south to Ardougne. Though it’s the crime capital of the world, the journey will not be as long and I can advertise my certificates at the town square. Heading out of the guild, saying farewell to my fellow neighbors, I venture out through the doors of the Fishing guild and begin my walk to the City of Ardougne. As I begin my adventure, walking through out the Kingdom of Kandarin, hiking through vast hills, I begin to see the forest that separates me from the walls of Ardougne. I turn around and take one long look at the Fishing guild, my home. I will return to my home one-day, but right now, this task comes first...Thus my journey begins... To be continued next issue Back to Main Page If the Sun actually rose in Runescape, that is when this story would begin. It is a dark tale, of an most unfortunate Hero. The name of this hero is, Giles. Giles had a happy childhood, his father, Lyles, was the finest miner in all the land. Giles had two brothers, Niles and Miles. Lyles was desperate for his sons to follow in his footsteps, so, when they all turned 12, he bought them each their first bronze pickaxe. (Actually, Lyles Smith and his family were very poor, so Lyles just walked straight into a house in a village full of barbarians, and stole pickaxes from a pile that seemed to be everlasting.) Niles and Miles were not impressed, but Giles loved his pickaxe so much. He mined copper all day and by night, he would polish his pick. Just after Gile's 17th birthday, Lyles died from a rare disease called RuinScape. Common amongst miners, it causes your index finger to swell up 200 times it's natural size, and eventually blow up killing you and anyone standing near enough to the explosion. Giles was traumatised to say the least. As he waded through the wreckage that was his fathers body, he came across a tiny slip of paper, brown with age, folded carefully, unharmed by the explosion. Giles looked around suspiciously, but his brothers Niles and Miles were...well miles away by that time. They had already looted their fathers remains for coal and were taking it away. Giles reach slowly for the note, his eyes as wild as a Chaos dwarf. The paper felt like leather in his hands as he unfolded it, and at that moment, Giles thought of his friend Tanner, and how he still owed him 20gp, the *. Anyway, Giles carefully opened the note, and read........ To be continued next issue Back to Main Page |
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