This tale begins on a dark night, in a great kingdom of Heroes and monsters. It is the story of Wulfy. One foggy night in a kingdom haunted by a terrible monster named Grendel, the king and his noble's laughter was heard in the great hall of his castle. Some were talking in a language unknown to the others, but the drunks sang, a popular Saradomin worship song; Jingle Bells, Guthix smells, Sara all the way! Zam̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢rack died, no-one cried, Hip Hip Hip Hurray! Hay! The raucous celebrating went on all night. The drunk men feasted, drank and filled their stomachs with every kind of food every night in the king̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s vast hall. But then something terrible happened. One night, just like any other, Grendel came out of his lair in nowhere, clutching a terrible sword. It was blood-red, as crude as death itself. He began to slice heads, drunk heads, wounding some, killing some. It was a gruesome sight. The thing about this monster, Grendel, was that he did not like feasts and parties and loathed such human things. Although it went on every day, the people would still come and try to enjoy their time, drinking and feasting on Karamja rum. Word spreads fast. In no time a great warroir, Wulfy, came to the poor men̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s rescue. You might be wondering, why would he risk his life for a king that can not take care of himself? You see, a long time ago this once courageous king helped Wulfy's father kill a monstruous black dragon in an adventure in the wilderness of the north. In order for Wulfy to earn his honour, he would have to repay the king for saving his father̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s life in the fight. One day Wulfy appeared at the castle and asked for the King̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s permission to attempt to slay the beast. And, of course the king said ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâYes, Wulfy, you may rid us of this monster!̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ So Wulfy hid in the hall one night and laid a trap for the beast. When it appeared, Wulfy leapt out with a heart-stopping cry of ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâFor my Faaaaaaaaaaaather!!! For my Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ Grendel whipped around and caught Wulfy with a clawed blow to his head. The warrior fell to the ground, his hands over a gash that ripped from his eye to his lip. But he scrambled up and weilded his great bow, and prepared to shoot the monster. However his arrow struck Grendel̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s foot, and did no damage. Grendel dived upon Wulfy and pinned him down, and flexed his claws. Wulfy̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s cut was bleeding profusly by the time he escaped his clutches, and cast a weak but useful spell upon his attacker. Grendel was weakening, getting tired, but he chased Wulfy around the cave, desperate to kill him before it was too late. Abruptly, with a huge, unhuman yell, Wulfy̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s arrow struck the monster̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s hand. Grendel shrieked, and his body shook. Within seconds he lay, still, on the ground. Gasping in shock, Wulfy dared not move. Eventually he worked up the courage to edge forwards, and, with one colossal blow of his sword, he cut off the hand of Grendel. But word spread of his death. Grendel̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s mother, Gertrude, was torn by grief. In her anguish she upturned royal tables and smashed castle windows, stained carpets with her blood and flooded the grounds with her tears. The king was not happy. He asked Wulfy whether he could manage one more job. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâOf course,̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ Wulfy answered. However, he was really annoyed. To soothe his aching heart he went for a swim. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâOh no!̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ he cried. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâI̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m lost!̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ He swam furiously, but he could only find a cave entrance. Deciding to get out of the cold water, he swam into the cave and climb out onto the rocks, where he rested until sunset. When he woke, the ground was trembling. What could it be?! Wulfy yelled out in realisation. He had swum into the cave of Gertrude!!! Edging carefully along the wall, trying not to be seen, he flew out his whip. It caught around her throat and she gurgled for mercy. Mercy which he did not give. When Wulfy returned, and the feast that night was undisturbed, the King rewarded Wulfy beyond his wildest dreams. Honour! Wulfy cried to the wild stars. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâThis is what Honour is!̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ proofread by issy thank you issy :thumbsup: