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Prologue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Varrock square, midday.

 

 

 

A fairly short man with curly blond hair and a broken nose is conversing with two young maidens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So like I was saying ladies, I single handedly took out scores of goblins attacking Varrock the other day."

 

 

 

"Wow, really?" Exclaimed the maidens in unison.

 

 

 

"Yeah, no problem."

 

 

 

"Are you really THE Lurwin?"

 

 

 

"Yep."

 

 

 

"The Lurwin with flowing silvery hair, the Lurwin who has slayed many beasts and has remained undefeated in battle to this day?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

What a wonderful witty story. Lost in the depth of the library I am glad I was able to stumble across it. I do hope the adventure continues although itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s probable that time has already washed away, the might have been saga.

This was a beautiful story. The main role was not too strong and it held suspense. Please continue.

This was a beautiful story. The main role was not too strong and it held suspense. Please continue.

 

 

 

It's hard to imagine he would continue after such a long time. Look at when the story was posted.

This was a beautiful story. The main role was not too strong and it held suspense. Please continue.

 

 

 

It's hard to imagine he would continue after such a long time. Look at when the story was posted.

 

 

 

I compliment your dedication. =D>

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâThe adventureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s of LurwinÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢

 

 

 

Caught

 

 

 

"Now you'll have to come with us..."

 

 

 

The burly gang member had his arms folded across his chest. He was obviously quite proud of himself, you could tell by the way he walked or the wide feral grin on his face.

 

 

 

Lurwin looked at Fred. He had a sheepish look on his face.

 

 

 

His pockets - check the pockets Looking down, Lurwin could see that Fred's satchel at his side was noticeably bigger. Cheeky bugger was stealing stuff, had no idea they were behind him.

 

 

 

He met Fred's eyes. He shrugged and mouthed a 'sorry'.

 

 

 

The big gang leader got his attention again.

 

"Stay still while one of my men collects your things - or your cheeky friend gets it." he said, and to prove his point he signalled to the man holding the dagger to his Fred's throat who in return put the point closer to his throat. It drew a gasp from Fred.

 

 

 

Lurwin let the bow slip from his hand to land on the floor with a soft thud, then grabbed his longsword and scabbard and threw it on the floor. he then proceeded to pull out a number of daggers that were carefully concealed and dropped them on the floor.

 

 

 

'Oy, hurry up ya old sage!' said the gang member to Fred's right.

 

 

 

'Quiet you!' yelled the big guy, then to Lurwin he said 'Now, do it slowly. Then step back.'

 

 

 

'Fine.'

 

Lurwin did as he said, then stepped back as the member on Fred's right walked forward to collect his gear. As he passed the big guy he got a cuff round the head. The guy grumbled but continued on to pick up the gear.

 

 

 

'You'll have to excuse Brick, no respect. He doesn't think, as his name implies.'

 

 

 

The big guy mtioned for a couple of members to come forward who promptly bound Fred and Lurwins hands with thick rope.

 

 

 

'Okay, Sir Lurwin. Let's go.' said the big guy, he marched off into the distance and the rest off the assembled phoenix gang followed suit. A couple of members brought up the rear pulling Fred and Lurwin along by the rope.

 

 

 

...........

 

 

 

They started up a steady pace, walking through the shadier streets of Varrock in silence, the members with the phoenix emblems in front.

 

 

 

The ropes gave them a little space away from their captors, and guessing they were out of earshot Lurwin whispered to Fred.

 

 

 

'So uh, what happened back there?'

 

 

 

'Trying to chat up some lovely young wenches of course.'

 

 

 

'Not that. At the smiths'

 

 

 

Fred spoke quickly 'Well, you see there was this shiny hatchet you see-'

 

 

 

'-Nevermind.' Lurwin cut him off. 'Alright, so what was

 

happening with those maidens, they seemed confused?'

 

 

 

'Nevermind.' said Fred.

 

 

 

They walked on quietly for awhile and Lurwin took the time to assess the situation. They were bound by a length of rope, and they had a jumpy organized street gang that would swarm them once they tried escape.

 

Fred had a shiny hatchet in his satchel which would come in handy, but he'd have to wait till numbers dropped.

 

 

 

'So, any luck finding out about that bow?' Fred piped up.

 

 

 

The phoenix member named Brick and a few others looked back, Fred gave them a wide smile and they turned back.

 

 

 

'...any luck?' he whispered.

 

 

 

...........

 

 

 

Earlier that day Lurwin had raided another suspected location for the Phoenix Bow. The bow, once he gave it to his portly wizard friend could be used to find the men responsible for his brothers murder.

 

 

 

He'd been searching for them his whole life. As a child his brother had been murdered by two men. One of them was clutching a bow with a phoenix emblem and the other carried a gleaming red longsword with a red snake engraved down the length of the blade.

 

 

 

Both orphaned as children, his life was torn apart in an instant.

 

He vowed revenge.

 

 

 

He was a happy child, and his brother and him were known for causing havoc. The abbot was always seen chasing them around. After the death of his brother he became a recluse, a quiet, mistrusting boy. He tried to pick up what skills he could from local adventurers and eventually set out from his small town to find his brother's killers.

 

 

 

...........

 

 

 

Earlier that day

 

 

 

Lurwin left Fred to his devices at the Varrock Square to pick up some food and supplies.

 

 

 

He followed the directions he'd been given by a local thug to a suspected location...

 

 

 

Lurwin and Fred were having a pint in the local Inn. A Hairy fellow had gotten quite chatty with Fred, and after a few more drinks the guy started to sing like a canary.

 

 

 

'Me? Ib top dog round ere.'

 

 

 

'Those phoenix fellows? No problem fer me!'

 

 

 

'Where are they?... err, now hang on there! That's secret that is!'

 

 

 

He suddenly got defensive and realised he'd said too much. He'd have to squeeze some answers out.

 

 

 

'...and then you gown down the end of dark alley! arg! by the Rusty Boar Tavern! I swear!.'

 

Lurwin let go off his beard and let him fall into barn below. He then put his head and arm back in the window and said:

 

'Fred, I have directions.'

 

 

 

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Yeah, a bit rough. A sudden end too, but I need to gather my ideas for now. Hate it or love it? Feel free to tell me.

 

This is probably worse than the prologue but it's really the first bit of writing I've done, so I'd appreciate any help.