| Summary
| - Gazzarda was climbing until something caught his eye. Right above him, was a ring with a red gem on it. Who could have left this? Gazzarda thought. He slipped it on. He could fly! "Whoa! Hansicio, look at this!" Gazzarda exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"It's a gem! And, I can fly!"
"That's cool, but I'm a bit busy right no—" Hansicio slipped!
- Oh, hello traveller. Welcome to our meagre village. You do not look like you are from these parts. We have been getting a lot of folk like you for decades. It was really easy to tell that you are not from around here by your face. No scarring, cleanly shaven, and all.
- The snow had covered Varrock completely that Christmas Eve, from the palace to Aubury’s rune shop. The alleyways looked surprisingly peaceful coated in the thick white snow, and the south side of town looked respectable for the only time to this day. Carol singers sang aloud in the square reciting songs to Saradomin in the festive period beneath the lights of the tall Wintumber tree which residents and visitors alike marvelled at.
“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” called a man with particularly rosy cheeks.
- Under the moonlight, their black armour encrusted with the symbol of Zamorak shone dimly, like a distant star. Far off, through the frosty air, the sounds of battle were soft but audible. Leo knew this was a battle between Zamorak's forces and Seren's.
- Argan has joined the Misthalin Underground. What will his first mission be? Who will be his squadmates? When will he get his first combat experience?
- Vladimir caught the young man’s blood in a vial. He handed the Vampyre lord the vial. Drakan smiled as he tasted a drop of the scarlet liquid.
"Young blood is always the best."
- Huh? Who am I? The man looked around. It was raining. All he could see was a man looking at him. He tried to remember. I don't remember anything. Where am I? He studied the signs around him. A sign read "Welcome To Varrock!"
So, I'm in Varrock, the man understood. But wait. I can't possibly be in Varrock. I was last in Ku'Visa, fighting John Black. And how can I read this? The man looked around again. He tried to remember. But he couldn't. He was all alone.
- We set off in the Wilderness, walking or a short distance to some nearby ruins and I saw a working furnace. Suddenly, I started hearing voices in my head... "Help me, please! I can't..."
"Did you hear that?" I asked, drawing out my blade.
"Yes. Just the voices of the dead. Forget about it." Lagode replied.
- The time: the age of castles and mythology, in the year 167. The place: Kandarin, a kingdom of fishing to the north, thieving to the west, and war to the south. Kandarin is just one of few empires on an unknown, uncharted, and unnamed continent. But some call it “RuneScape”. RuneScape is an extremely small continent, for it is only about 3 miles long. There is deserts to the south, along with volcanoes, wastelands, and snow covered mountain peaks all to the north. And there is only three other known kingdoms in RuneScape: Asgarnia, the “White Knight's” kingdom; Misthalin, the trading heart of RuneScape, also the most populated because of the capital, Varrock; and Al Kharid, a harsh desert with relatively nothing despite their silver and gold mines, not to mention their rare, and valuable adamantite rocks.
- "So is everything ready for the plan?" he hears one man ask.
"Just about, we are awaiting for confirmation of the materials we need, and that the mechanics are able to be worked out. Last that I have heard is that the poison gases are ready and the explosives are just about set. Then, the plan goes off, and the whole town above us goes." the adventurer was shocked to hear of this, he knew that Mort'ton is the nearest location that this can be at. He decides that whatever these men are doing, he has to put a stop to their plans.
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