Kloffy

Chapter Two: Breakfast The next morning, Sagit was invited to breakfast. This was a rare luxury, as Ali the Operator seldom made any nice offers. He was forever brooding about a past event, and many Menaphite thugs said it had to do with the previous leader's death and an adventurer from Misthalin. So, it was known to not refuse a meal with the gang leader. Sagit climbed from the basement dormitory and up two flights of stairs to the Operator's private rooms. "Sagittarius, my honoured friend. I am so happy to see you alive after last night's events." Ali was in a good mood today. Sagit was not sure if this was good or bad. Privately, he wondered if all of the Operator's friends were vicious, cold-blooded mercenaries. "I've told you many times, Ali, kind employer. Please call me Sagit." "I know," replied Ali, "but our organisation is a formal one and we prefer to use full names." Sagit looked out the window, where below, two Menaphites jeered at a young female basket weaver. Yes, very formal. "I wished to speak with you about last night, incidentally." The Operator took a kebab from the bowl in the centre of the table. Sagit followed his example. "You needn't worry, Ali. Two beginners are no threat to an assassin of my skill." Ali dismissed the comment. "Yes, but what if they send more? I would lose a valuable mercenary, and where would our company go without you? Luckily, I have found an assignment for you which can keep you out of harm's way. A group of tourists are travelling from Misthalin to Sophanem." "You want me to kill them?" "Only as a last resort. With luck, they will be killed by jackals or crocodiles and our hand will not be detected. But if they come within a mile of the city gates, deal with them." Sagit ate another kebab. "When should I leave?" "They have already arrived in Pollivineach. Today?" Sagit stood. "Consider it done, Ali." He left for the streets. The tourists left Pollivineach without looking back. Sagit s[racist term]ed. Fools. This job would be simpler than he thought. They obviously had no idea of how to cross the desert safely. One of them carried a large battleaxe. They were accompanied by an adventurer. Sagit had only seen one once before, on a trip to the Shantay Pass. They were the bane of many a thief. Some of them were thieves. He could see two men, and a woman with the warrior. They wore desert robes inlaid with gold. That wouldn't help them much if they fell into the river. He looked away. First rule of trailing: don't attract attention. A small part of him almost hoped they would reach Sophanem, so that he might take their lives. He cringed under his hood. It was the Menaphites who had made him like this; his continued contract with them, their hideous worship of Amascut, had turned him from thief to assassin. For a moment, he considered simply leaving these people to their fate. But if they reached Sophanem, where would he go? The Menaphites would want him dead, and everywhere else he was a criminal. He was truly alone in the world.

Chapter One: The Asp & Snake Sagit Asan sat at his table in the Asp & Snake for five minutes without drinking his bottle of wine. This slightly annoyed the barman, Ali, as he alone of the Kharidian Desert's barmen took pride in customers enjoying his brew. "Is your wine not to your liking, sir?" asked Ali after sidling over. Sagit eyed Ali with contempt. Luckily, Ali did not take offence as Sagit's eyes were obscured by a hood. "Oh, no, nothing like that," he replied, "it's just that I am expecting a guest this evening." "Of course sir. Perfectly understandable." Ali returned to his counter, not believing Sagit. Ten minutes later, Sagit had still not left the bar. With the building significantly less populated, Ali noticed the newcomer enter with a burlier follower. They crossed to the table still occupied by the young man. "You Sagittarius Asan?" the less bulky man inquired. His partner walked behind Sagit's seat. "Indeed. Glad to meet you." Conversation in the bar stopped abruptly. Everyone inside tried to calm themselves. Perhaps these men were mercenaries, hired to arrest him. The small individual ignored the hush, and continued. "We have a message from the Bandits in the north of the town." His right hand grasped something attached to his waist. Sagittarius grinned. "I had a feeling they'd want to pass on a message. It's a good thing I bought this bottle," he said, and swung it upwards into the face of the man behind him. The man screamed and fell to the floor. The smaller mercenary pulled a knife from his belt, but Sagit was quicker. Before the mercenary had a chance to bring up the knife, he found a long dagger embedded in his chest. "You - you killed him..." Ali stammered. Sagit shrugged. "The bandits would torture and kill him if he came back without my body." Before another word could be muttered, whispered or stammered, he had leapt from the window into the warm night.

Where can vines be found, other than when you cut them down? (If anyone else needs questions answering, ask here)

Chapter 3 The Journey The light, or lack of it, was the first thing that sprung to Sean's mind when he entered the murky ship's hold. There were only four large candles near a set of benches and the light from above that illuminated the dingy room, and he hoped the candles wouldn't blow out, if the fierce winds from outside blew in. He sat on a bench, dumped his bag on the wooden floorboards and waited. Three minutes later, Sean could hear footsteps from the rickety stepladder that led to the deck. A girl descended into the hold. She looked about his age, and had aquamarine eyes and long blonde hair. She too, flung her bag under the benches and sat down. "Hello, are you going to the Monastery?" she asked in a light, breezy tone. "My name's Anne." "Yeah, I'm Sean. Have you been before?" he replied. "Oh no, but my brother has, he's working in Asgarnia. He told me all about it." "It's my first year too." "Where are you from?" asked Anne, who clearly wanted to make friends. "Mos'Le Harmless, and you?" Anne suddenly went very pale, and nervously fingered a charm around her neck, in the shape of an eight-point star. Although, Sean could only guess it had eight points, for a quarter of it seemed to be missing. "Falad-dor," she replied, her voice incredibly shaky. A spotty head poked from outside. The pimply youth called, "you kids better come up, we're almost there." The view from the deck was breathtaking. All that remained of the mainland was a misty speck at the stern. They were heading toward an island, that was growing larger every second.

These people find Santa's corpse and use the weapons you gave them to kill you. I wish all the world's obnoxious people learn the error of their ways. Then the world could be a better place.

Very disturbing :shock: but still great! And I even tried it myself, searching "rune" on google does bring up Runescape! Very accurate!

Chapter 2 Port Sarim "Father, do I really have to go?" asked Sean Lampard, for nearly the sixth time. "For the last time, no," replied his father, Dagbert, "you are severely trying my patience, Sean." Sean sighed. Port Sarim was not new to him; being from Mos'Le Harmless, he had grown up on a dockyard, albeit a much smaller one. However its outskirts were certainly unusual. Absolutely devoid of rainforest, there was instead a large forbidding mansion, a small farm, and even towering walls of white stone to the north in view. But thinking of the wonderful island he had grown up on upset him slightly, knowing it would be four years before he saw it again. It was certainly startling when his father turned up one afternoon, announcing that he had been offered a scholarship in the Entrana Monastery, which doubled as a convent. Sean had originally believed that all monks had a hatred of pirates, due to their temptation to steal and lack of humility and chivalry, but perhaps the "bookies" (as Dagbert referred to them) had warmed to the inhabitants of Mos'Le Harmless. Another thing that puzzled Sean was that his father had only given him eight gold pieces. Surely there was more in Dagbert's vast stores? "Father, why have you only given me eight pieces of gold?" For a second, Dagbert's face paled, but then he quickly gathered his resolve and replied, in a commanding voice and tone that made Sean back off. "I really do not see why I should give you any more, Sean. When was the last time you showed interest in following in my footsteps?" Sean's face fell. "No," he replied, "I-I mean never, father." "That's right." He looked ahead. "They are bringing down the gangplank now. Run along, Sean." "I see. Goodbye, father." "Goodbye." And upon hearing that sad, final word, Sean felt happy he was going away.

Chapter 1 Varrock Bank Varrock's eastern bank was very busy at the best of times. But on a Tuesday, when there were several auctions on at the Grand Exchange, its large hall was full to bursting. Some struggled to leave, some strained themselves to get in, and the alarmingly long queues were stretching all over the bank. However, the yelling, shouting and general rowdiness stopped abruptly when a tall individual stepped in. No one dared to speak once they spotted the gleaming badge on the man's jacket. Everyone could recognise the uniform of a Mos'Le Harmless trader. Many an establishment had been ransacked and torn apart by an impatient pirate. Although that rumour could hardly have been applied to this man. The jacket was torn in places, the trousers were incredibly shabby, and the gloves could have been found in a sewer. His name was Dagbert Lampard, and he had the reputation of the worst trader in history in his homeland. He crossed the marble floor towards the booth. He was given a wide berth by the terrified crowd. The teller attending the booth was knocking his knees together. He had previously been an assistant manager, however he had been demoted after being suspected of eating his way through the staff room cupboard. Indeed, he was an incredibly large man, barely being able to squeeze into the booth. "C-can I help you sir?" asked the teller, his voice shaky. The man's voice was slow and menacing. "I wish to make a withdrawal." "Family name and option of w-withdrawal?" "Lampard. Entire contents." "Y-y-es sir." The teller backed into the staff room, not turning his back on the pirate. Once the door was closed, he turned around and faced the large floating orb in front of him. He spoke to the orb. "Lampard. Mos'Le Harmless. Withdraw all." The orb pulsated and flashes of lightning arced across. The teller sighed. "Wizards. Always showing off." This orb was in fact the entire Runescape bank system. Once a vault name, location and command were spoken in range, the orb would connect to another orb in that location, and the vault's contents would be magically transferred. Its creator, the wizard Mizgog, was quite proud of it and added the lightning to make it look more professional. The teller waited, imagining a sea of gold that he was sure a pirate would have. However, once the bank contents poured into a small silver dish, he laughed. It was such a hearty, joyful laugh that many in the crowd outside wondered if the Mos'Le Harmless merchant was going to run out of patience and kill the teller. To their surprise, the teller came out, and deposited eight small coins into Dagbert's palm. "Here you are sir," he chuckled, "your account's entire contents."

Shoudn't you have reported him for that?

LOL he mispelled Palkia... :|

A noob tried to trade me 1 bronze bolt, 1 water, 1 chaos and body tally. I told him they were useful to him, and he goes and trys someone else (a lvl 70).

Rofl that was prob multi logging

Lol I believe that noob was having an affair with you

Lol a lvl 35 offered iron pl8 legs and steel scimmy for my mith sq. I refused and he ended up chasing me around varrock until i logged. #-o

I was training in varrock sewers a level 44 showed up. guy: were can I find the key me: what key? guy: nm me: if your talking about the demon slayer key guy: yh me: it should be up that corridor guy: kk cheers This guy was level 44 with full mithril and was in the middle of demon slayer? :XD: