LordKing

It all started on Christmas Day in Port Sarim. Cold Air from the north and baumy, humid air from the tropics usually met somewhere over the the area. Making for lots of precipitation. Naturally, snow during this time of the year. But as I see Port Sarim on the horizon, it is in ruins. I can see where the docks were, and I can see the bar near the road to Draynor. But instead of a warm, jolly building sending plumes of smoke from its chimney, its a pile of rubble of ground, sending out a plume of smoke on its own. I knew they would come. I saw them. I saw the red glow from their ships on Chirstmas Eve, looming on the horizon, somewhere near the ship yard on Karamja. But they didn't care for Karamja. They wanted Asgarnia. And Port Sarim was where they decided to begin. Christmas Day came. When most of us were supposed be at home feasting, or celebrating in pubs, we found ourselves running for our lives to cross the border into Misthalin, hoping they wouldn't strike us down. As we crossed the border, what little protection Draynor Village could give us rushed back out. As we sprinted, we pleaded with whoever we saw in Draynor to come with us, Saradomin knows where. We were all in a panic. And that's when a beam of hope finally arrived. An odd looking Old Man came bounding out of a house, his staff wielded. He had thick spectacles and a rather expensive-looking hat on, yet I could not help but notice he had a feeling of wisdom about him. "To me!" he roared. He caught everyone's attention in the knick of time. He bolted off faster than the wind to the south. We followed in his wake. After a few minutes of jogging, we came upon a grand bridge made of stone. I knew immediately it was the local Wizard's Tower. "Fly!" shouted the Old Man, obviously a sense of panic in his voice. At that moment, several wizards bolted from the tower, ushering us to reach the end of the bridge. When, at last, The Face, her pet cat cleched in her arms, reached the tower, the wizards, in unison, moved their arms and hands in a powerful sweeping motion. The bridge that connected the tower to Misthalin crumbled before our eyes. We could see our home, Port Sarim, glowing from fire on the horizon. The people of Draynor Village and Port Sarim owed their lives to the Old Man. But if Zamorak's forces found out that we were here, I'm sure even he wouldn't be able to save us. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And thats it for now!!!! Hope you enjoyed the small teaser! I'll be back in the morning with more story! Hopefully (at least) getting 2 chapters out tomorrow!!!! :D :D :D

lol i dont get how this is happening? im sure bronze pick is waaay more than a 3k difference from a rune one lol in the case that you quest id say stop (for your protection) untill you figure out methods on how not to get scammed Oh no, no...This was long before the unbalanced trade update. Infact I would say it was roughly two years ago that this happened? Yes I do enjoy questing, but since the trade update, I usually just use the Grand Exchange. So yeah there werent little alerts to show me about unbalanced trades, or even the other player's name back then. My friend watching has a good memory, so was able to tell me the guys name exactly...which is lucky. And that was the only time I was ever scammed...I'm not guilible...If somethings too good to be true, then it usually is, and since that incident I've not listened to anything of the sort....soooo yeah this isnt like it happened yesterday...

Well my friend and I used to take turns playing RS on the same computer...well anyway her and I were kind of like in a race to get to 60 mining, and I took a break to try and buy a rune pick...a guy was selling one for 12k...I traded to see if it was true and said "Oops brb I only have 10k." Went to get 2k more, went back, and he put up a bronze pick this time (it was noted, of course). I fell for it. My friend laughed her butt off. She beat me.