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| - BOOM! THUD! The ship's hull crashed onto the green shore. All of the crewmen who had boarded the seven ships got down and braced the ground with their life. Even the king was happy to be back in command of his people. "Welcome to Varrock my people!" He shouted. "Father, this does not look like Varrock." Julia said. "Yes, she is right. I have been to Varrock, and the ground here is moist. It has tiny insects in it. Varrock soil is pure and homely, much like our soil." Runic answered. "Then where are we?" The king questioned angrily. "I see a tall building with gargoyles hunched. We must be near Canifis, the city of werewolves. If we wish to survive, we must go behind the tower, climb over the hills, and then go to Varrock" Runic stated. The group did as they were told, and all of them followed Runic's command. They were just behind the slayer tower when a beast caught the citizens from the the back. Two of them fell under as a result of the attack, and the rest of them ran for their lives. They ran up the hills, through the lumber yard, and finally into Varrock. They were greeted by the king of Misthalin. "Ah! My fellow Mythalanians! What brings you here?" Varrock's king asked. "Our city has been flooded! Destroyed! The buildings were blown up, salt was placed in the ground before it was flooded to prevent us from living there again. We were attacked by an undead army, possibly from a kingdom in the Wilderness." Kylie told the king. "That's terrible! You may stay here for a while, if needed." He replied.
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