A Revolution (Added chapter 4)

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This story has a more realistic view on Runescape. For example, there will be few mystical beasts and monsters you would find in the game in this story. Also, there will be no use of fictional metals such as mithrill, addy, rune or dragon.

 

 

 

Also, Some of the names of towns are changed because this takes place in the early days of Runescape. So Avarrocka was what is now Varrock, The White City is Falador, Sarim if Port Sarim, Edgetown is Edgeville, and etc. Other towns and cities will be mentioned later, but don't worry about them now. All of the cities are supposed to be depicted as much larger than they are in game, so they are more like cities. The world too is much bigger, taking two days to walk from a place like Varrock to Falador.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue:

 

 

 

It is the beginning of the Fourth Age. The god wars have ended and a feeling of security has wrapped around most of the more sheltered individuals of the land. However, the bloodshed has still not ceased. Ever since the God Wars ended twenty-one years ago, and the gods ceased to interfere with the affairs of mortals, other problems have arisen. Now instead of the turmoil that followed in the huge wake of the gods, the mortal beings are taking interest in their own life's. A huge revolution has been born, and its still only crawling. After the God Wars ended, the people wanted to move on and build their own societies and life's. However, the current major governmental power which dot little of the known globe want to keep these once willing people under their control. This conflict started the revolution for worldwide freedom. Most side with the rebels, so they obviously have more numbers than the government. However, the government powers which are split into different states varying in size and location are all strung together on the struggle for power, so as a result the government has more power and money. The rebels can only live as either nomads, independent (and struggling) colonies, or small clans hidden within major cities. Despite any superiority on either side, the revolution threatens to topple civilized society. This is the story of one mans tragedy during the revolution

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter one: A Seemingly Insignificant Life

 

 

 

A cold gray sky, looking down at a cold bloodstained earth. Though these parts had not seen much blood in a long time, enough had been spilt previously to still stain the ground red. NomanÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s land... is what it is called. It can be found in almost every direction, this place specifically is a while west of the now major and growing city of Avarrocka. Further west is a well established city which was simply called as the Saradominus, or more frequently called the White City, named for its devout Saradominists and itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s much more prominent army of knights clad in white armour, and most of all the cities towering white-stone walls. Being a rebel stuck between these two major government powers is a dangerous way of life for just a group of nomadic rebels. It is also just as dangerous for an established colony of rebels, who's villages fall under attack frequently by government armies. This is the way of life for Tristan Demidon. An arms-bearing rebel only at the young age of sixteen. Living in the second of two rebel colonies between Avarrocka and the White city, called site two by the government, and Edgetown by the rebels, is not easy, but he survives. His mother had died the previous year after being kidnapped by the Avarrockan government during a raid, and his father died in one of the first real battles of the revolution three years ago. Now, Tristan lives with his godfather, Hector Marnumn. Hector was a leading general in the God Wars while fighting under the White City. He left the service after the wars ended, and inevitably joined the revolution by doing so. This was his decision though, and he was proud of it. Tristan knew little of his godfathers past in the God Wars, as well as his late father's. He didn't ask about it, or think much of it. Tristan is extremely strong-willed, more than anyone he knows, and despite his diminutive physique, he shows this through his passion for obtaining freedom from the oppressive government. Though Hector wont allow him to take part in the revolution as a warrior, Tristan readily defends his home with the swordsmanship that Hector and his father taught him. This is his passion, and though only sixteen-years-old, his skill surpasses any warrior out of any of the known nomadic and established rebels in the gap between The White City, Avarrocka, and possibly the colonies that exist west of the small government power of Lumbridge. Everybody knew this about Tristan, and although he had never killed a man with his skills or witnessed true war and bloodshed, he was respected. The one thing nobody could figure out is where such skill and passion came from. He was only taught so much, so how far could it go? Evidently very far. Tristan had the responsibility of farming food and cooking for him and his godfather. Life was very simple within the makeshift fortifications of these colonies, but Tristan wanted change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: A Wild Idea

 

 

 

 

 

Tristan brushed his scraggly brown hair from his face. He sat upon a rock on the top of a hill overlooking his home. There was no work to be done around the house, or in the fields. All of the cleaning was done and this weeks harvests had been taken. It was late May. Tristan enjoyed these spring afternoons. He looked up into the sky with glowing green eyes. The clouds were moving in, and it looked like rain. Tristan thought to himself that he would continue to sit out on the hill until it began to rain. He retired to the grass, rolling off the large rock. A few minutes later, he felt a drop of rain fall upon his soft face.

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅTime to go in I guess.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

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Chapter 4: Warm Welcome

 

 

 

 

 

Thorrack dismissed the rest of the men around the table, and showed Tristan around the building.

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThis is the secret and hopefully permanent headquarters of the Stray Dogs. In only a short time we have been able to collaborate and build all of this, making sure we can live comfortably and yet securely, and still having and edge over government investigators.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

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The next couple chapters are under construction :wink:

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