Ravenwood

Thank you for your comment. Although I am not sure if there will be a second part. It is based on a game I am currently playing now called Travian.

In the realm of endless land man can only imagine the vastness of sea for it seems no matter how far you travel you cannot find anything but city states that dot the landscape. In this fantasy land ancient myth and legend come alive as classical Romans, Guals and barbariansÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ battle, pillage, and attack each other. Although in the midst of all this chaos there is hope for life to flourish. For Men of all tribes and towns have come together to form alliances with each other. Although this new time will surly mark an era of even more epic warfare I do believe it is the start for peace. In this southwest region of this endless earth one forged alliance does prosper. Together five villages unite under one banner. Lead by the valiant Sullen people of the northern village this alliance will soon take shape as a leading force in the realm. In the nights silence a band of Legionnaires march southward. Men of Valmorgan they were. Jingoism had sent them this far now thirst for battle leads them. They travel on the main roads for hours and finally get outside their destination. It is now an hour before midnight and the captain stops to give words of encouragement. "Let us stand together tonight under the sky lights and take what is rightfully ours. We fight for our women, we fight for our children, we fight for Valmorgan! Remember soldiers first find slay the guards then pillage this city. We shall prosper with our loot within Valmorgan's walls before the rooster even wakes." More was said but nothing was important. These legionnaires didn't need to be motivated. Their beliefs were adamant and hearts were set. Nothing should stand in the way of the Valmorgan's prosperity, especially the Grimmer's Village. Through the state's southern forest the soldiers advanced. Taking all caution to stay stealthy even local beast did not stir from sleep. Nevertheless this tale shall turn for the worse now. Surly a scout of this village had seen the advancing troops. For with thirty short yards of the village's walls Grimm the Gaul himself accompanied by a band of soldiers and citizens waited. Valmorgan's captain had went ahead and spotted the gauls but this came too late. Yells from behind the captain alerted the gauls who rushed quickly to their feet. The captain yards from the guals made haste back to his men only to discover half were we're caught in traps. The remaining men were already trying to free the captured. "Leave them be Men! Quick hide amongst the woods," the captain speaks softly. Not a moment was spared and as soon as the remaining troops were out of sight the Guals appeared. "Look what we got here," Grimm speaks to his men examining the captured Romans. "I guess we have to decide if we should do with these radicals." "You need only to worry about your own life," a roman mumbles from his trap. "What did yo-" With that Q the legionaries ambushed the ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâat easeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ Guals. Morning rays down on the royal town of Valmorgan and in the distant you here a rooster speak. At the gates two soldiers and the captain arrive. Over the rolling hills of the realms endless landscape a messenger races north. Dew still beads the grasslands and the brisk winds rush at the lads back. The boost must have been a gift from the gods but this was not on the boyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s mind. At last the messenger rests atop a hill after gazing over the Sullen metropolis. Within MessinaÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s embassy the messenger told everything the captain had said. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅYou waste our time boy; it is only five men that remain alive?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Seas are too traitorous for sailing but that stop only the sensible. The Hail Mary and her crew continue on through the night. To be in real truth this was no night. The storm was all too strong and powerful and clouds of blackness covered the light. A crew man Jimmy climbs up the ropes to repair a tail. "Get this ship south at all cost men!" the captain yells from the poop deck. "You heard the captain onward to Hell," the first mate yells over the raging storm. Philip the peg legged man get out from the below and heads to the first mate. "She taking on water and we arenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t going to make it much longer," he shouts. "Onward south mates!" the first mate yells over the storm paying no attention to Phil. Besides who would he's an old timer and has one leg. "Wave," Jimmy shouts in fear. Soon the captain sights the gargantuan wave raging in a battle of wit head for the bow of the ship. Suddenly the men brace themselves and other crew men hurrying to dump pales of water from below stop and close the hatches. What a sight to see the ship. The captain braced the wave like it is calling. An abrupt crash sends men toppling all over the deck. Philip the peg legged man goes over board with no peace. Screams are still heard a minute after the waves hit but none even try to save him "Onward to Hell," the first mate yells again. Surprisingly few things were drifted away by the big wave but still the Hail Mary wasn't in good condition. Constant salt water pores onto the deck while the rain above drowns the deck. Soon the fail is fixed thanks to Jimmy and that ship start to pick up speed traveling the fluctuating sea. None figure they would make it and by looks the storm was far from ever. A new man comes from starboard and approaches the captain. "We need to head east now," the lad explained. "There a group of islands we can take shelter in." The captain looks at him with no expression. In a clasp of thunder the heavens cover the lead bullet's sound hitting the ladÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s chest. A wave comes taking all memory of the lad away from the earth and sea. "Jimmy whereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Philip?" the first mate asks. "He went over board with the wave," Jimmy shouts in response. "Your second mate then if you find his spare wooden leg and bring it to me," the first mate yells bracing for another huge wave. "Aye Aye" Jimmy runs of and the storm continues. Water spouts are now seen in the distant south and the captain still holds no expression. The first mate looks back to the captain standing above on the poop deck. He knows. The first mate no all. The captain has a million things whizzing about his mind right now. Although the only freighting thing was death was in no part one of them. "Samuel," Jimmy had come back already. "Here she is." "Good Jimmy now go tend to the sails again. Men tend to the sails," the first mate yells. The remaining men tend to the Hail Mary's sails. Only seven men stand breathing on the ship now. Although two men knew another would be claimed in the next moment or so. No the sea would not this sailor pigs life. Stand off between the two men on the pooped deck were in fiats hands. "She's a heading south alright captain,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

I've read all you chapters now and although I am not use to so much talking in all the chapters I like it. I am equally impressed by how so many people have complimented your story. Not one negative thing is mentioned which shows that either everyone wants you to encourage you and want you to keep writing or most have not read it. Good job!

Good job Jagex yet again you are the Robin Hood for the 8 year old players in the game. Was it not enough that you created a huge sign that warns players not to go into the wilderness. I am glad complete idiots can now play the game safely and seek justice for their stupid and globule actions. Try to resist adding the Teletubbies to the Varrock Square in future updates. :wink:

Some of the best Runescape Writing in all of the forums. I've only read parts one and two but this is great stuff. Very interesting and nicely done. There's a lot of ehh...not so good stuff in the forum and I would advise people to read this above all the Runescape stories.

Dusk grew nearer as the poor farmer gazed out the mills window. Uninterested in walking home to late at night the man hurried his work. Within no time the sky darkened and the farmer was unable to see enough to work. Soar and unsatisfied with progress he locked the windmills doors and headed home in the moonlight. What a different vibe the agrarian flatlands of Dranor gave during night. The rustic mystical charm the area gave in rays of light now couldn't be drearier. Although this didn't bother the farmer. Ogres and Trolls had been run out of the area long ago. Nothing was to fear besides being surprised by a pesky imp. And just as thought nothing did happen to the man on his journey home. For the story really starts a weekÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s time later. For now the farmer lives happily 150 years before are time. Time passes and the flour the farmer has been making has already been put to use. Acquiring great deal of potted flour the man has started to bake hundreds of pies. Hundreds of pies baked for hundreds of people to eat. This humble man has been awarded by the royal king of Varrock himself to cater the desert for a royal feast. To the average man of course this seems to be anything but an honor. Toil days on end making pastry that have to be perfect. All in the land know what will happen if the king is unsatisfied. Surly punishment will be harsh but this risk is worth it. Hundreds of thousands of gold pieces will flood this man's bank account if the pies a perfect. Although the king isn't a generous man most all other nobles are. If the guests that come dine with the king like what they taste they will surely want more. But enough of the greedy thoughts of this farmer turned cook. What matters is the pies dÃÆÃâÃâébut at the Varrock Palace is only one short day away. Oh how much different the realms of Runescape are different 150 years ago. Castle's haven't been built. Stones are still embedded in the ground. Furthermore the people are so different. Men and women are extremely different than modern times. The sense of a more depressed society blankets the realm. And with the attitude all parts of life are affected. People stay home. People look over there shoulders constantly. All can be trusted but none are. With this on everyone's mind the farmer loads his most valuable creations onto a mule drawn cart and heads off on the long journey to Varrock.

Master of Puppets, Sultan of Wits, and Baron of Laughs; yes Faven the court jester was very skilled indeed. Prancing about the Varrock Castle Faven juggled, sang, and joked entertaining the castleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s daily visitors and staff. With his curly crimson shoes and floppy jingly hat one couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t help but to laugh at the humorous fool. Although the jesterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s true passion, his true talent was his amusing magic tricks. Whether making a pesky castle imp levitate or turning chicken bones into bananas, his audience always laughed and cheered. Yes Faven the court jester of Varrock was very skilled indeed. Nevertheless not all was well in the jesterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s life. Few truly knew the hardships and humiliation Faven faced every evening. You see this is where the true tale of Faven begins. For the 'great and mighty' King of Varrock enjoyedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ. no, loved harassing the fool during evening feasts. Faven would juggle, joke, and sing to the king, performing only at his very best, yet the king only joy was to watch the fool suffer. Ravishing his meal and drinking rivers of ale the king made nasty remarks while throwing rotten cabbage at poor Faven. Night after night hate and rage filled the jester as the ignorant king humiliated and misused Faven's talents. Yes, this was the true life of the poor fool. Although before long twist and change would come swiftly to this king. With time Faven eventually became tired of the 'magnificent' king and decided something needed to be done. Months passed as the jester crucially planned. All had to be perfect before Faven made any move. It was the most celebrated day of them all. The entire realm was cheerful and festive for the king's birthday. Parties held, parades went down the street, and five ceremonies were held before dayÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s end. You could not think of a more celebrated time in Varrock. It was of course the king's orders to make sure his birthday was bigger, better, and more marvelous than any other holiday in the year. The day of festivities could not have been complete without a grand feast at afternoon's end. Yes all dukes, counts, lords and barons in the realm attend the eloquent meal in honor of their great king. And what would a feast be without entertainment? Of course Faven was attended the feast entertaining away the king and guests. Although the jester did not perform his normal routine this evening. Instead Faven just pranced about the dining hall in the silly sparkly green costume. This of course did not please the king. As the king threw a rotten cabbage Faven amazingly leaped into the air at great height dodging the vegetable. Angered the sovereign threw more and more cabbage. However time after time Faven leaped out of harms way. Astonished at the jester's apparent talent all the noblemen began to take notice. But the furious king had had enough. Throwing his last rotten cabbage the king anticipated the unmanly leap and hit Faven squarely in the head. This ripped the foolÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head right off the jesterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s body! Not a nobleman said a word. All were to shock to even murmur a word. Moments begin to pass and the awkward crowd starts to attend back to their meals. But just as all are settling down a faint whistling is heard. All ignore the pleasant melody at first and start quietly talking. Soon the whistling began to grow, and within a few minutes none could ignore it any longer. Everyone glanced about the room trying to find the musical source. Surly enough the king slams both fists down on the table demanding the noise to stop but had no affect. Finally a baron stops a person up in the rafter. It was now apparent the noise was from over head and amongst the rafters the real Faven whistled the happy tone juggling about some runes. All in the room became dazzled and started clapping on such a grand performance. But Faven wasn't finished. Collecting all the runes in one hand Faven delivered a massive fire blast directly at the king; killing him on impact. Still whistling the happy soothing tune Faven took out four more runes and vanished before everyone's eyes. Stunned once again the nobles stood awestruck as the palace guards attended to the king. Yes Faven truly was the Master of Puppets, Sultan of Wits, and Baron of Laughs.

Morning fog spills over the rickety ship deck. Scurrying on deck the seamen try to steer The Iron Lass safely to Karamja. Footsteps of the crew can be heard below deck. There the passengers lay awaiting KaramjaÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s solid ground. The morning's regulars rest wearily at the stern of the ship. Amongst the clutter of their harpoons and lobster cages they try to get some shut eye before the long day ahead of them. Towards the bow of the Iron Lass unwind most of the adventures preparing their equipment for the dayÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s quests. The strange tranquility inside of the murky hull suddenly breaks off. A trap door opens from the deck and a crewman eagerly yells down to the passengers. All at once men and women start to move about. Panic fills the salty sea air and everyone makes hast on to the deck. On deck the passengers stare terrified at the massive blacken ship piercing through the dense haze. _____________________________________________________________________________ Evening came swiftly on this summer's day. All had been waiting eagerly for the night's festivities. Held in the sublime courtyard of Falador's Castle the party could not have been hosted better. At no expense were any of the decorations spared. The finest chefs from the Cooking Guild were called in to make the superb dishes and pastry. The bustling courtyard was filled with men and women from all walks of life. People came from as far away and Yanille to attend the celebration. Well into the evening the White Knight's entertained their guest. As twelve o'clock came about a group of men appeared from the castle's bridge. Heading straight for Sir Vyvin's table they took no notice is the eloquent party. Expressing great urgency they followed Sir Vyvin into one of the castle's many private rooms. Telling Sir Vyvin about the Iron LassÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s encounter with a pirate ship the men brace themselves, pulling up a chair. Awe struck the noble man sat down holding his head. Moments pass as the knight whispers to his self debating the expedient actions. Finally looking up from his lap Sir Vyvin gazes across the room towards a monted atlas. Quietly Sir Vyvin nods his head and softly speaks, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâSo much for the king's visit to Karamja.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ Looking at the messengers now he gets louder, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâPrepare a ship men; we leave at day break!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ ____________________________________________________________ _________________ A bustling morning starts the day out for Port Sarim. All hands are put to work to prepare the rescue voyage. Crew hurrys away as the houst boxes into the barren ship. On deck men move the boxes in storage. None know how long the journey will last so all storage areas are being packed with provisions. In the captins quaters Sir Vyvin goes over last minute routes and paths. The ship is ready for sail. All is ready. Planks are removed and lines are untied to the dock. The crew of seven leave the saftey of the docks and head into the mist of the awakening sea. ______________________________________________________________________________

I think I am the one who's suppose to be asking the questions here. Ya I guess it is the ds ship. I guess the karamja ship doesn't have a name.

I was wondering if the ship that takes you to karamja and back had a name. I thought it might be the Lady Lumbridge but I'm not really sure. It's an odd question but I was hoping some of you might remember it being said in a quest or something rather.

I've never heard of this Poe story...If you remember the name please pm me.

Varrock's Jester