chapter 1: New Soldiers

 

 

 

The chatter in the Blue Moon Inn was deafening. All of the people in the bar were either drunk or happy that today, the Soldiers of Varrock would pick new recruits. It was an exciting event, where young men became men, and the darkest thinkers have a new outlook on life. Varrock's best night life was on the night after the Recruiting. Parties were held for the recruits and everyone went to the parties, if only to get the free ale served.

 

 

 

Nathaniel stood behind the oak bar of the inn and watched everyone talk. The owner of the inn was in the basement right now, hauling up more beer for the thirsty customers. Nathaniel watched as a couple tried to get through the crowd. Nathaniel was eighteen, but had no girlfriend and had never had relations with a girl. He wanted one, but working at a bar never landed you in the hot seat with the women.

 

 

 

The couple sat down on barstools in front of Nathaniel and the man in the relationship motioned for Nathaniel to come forward. Nathaniel did so and set his large hands on the bar.

 

 

 

"I am quite sorry but you will have to wait fifteen minutes for more ale to arrive." Nathaniel tried to sound sorry, because he really did not care at this point. He wanted to be out partying with his friends, but his job held him back. Nathaniel threw the thought of leaving the bar out of his head and looked back at the couple.

 

 

 

"Could we both have a steak platter than?" The man asked. Nathaniel nodded and opened a wooden door behind the bar that lead into the kitchen. The chef was busy at an oven when he heard Nathaniel open the door. He turned from his work, oven door still open and stared at Nathaniel, a cold, hard stare.

 

 

 

"You should close that oven." Nathaniel said, pointing a skinny index finger at the oven. The chef looked back at the oven and slammed it shut. He cursed at Nathaniel and then looked back.

 

 

 

"So, what do you want? Are you trying to criticize me? Is that why you are here? Because you want me to get fired?" The chef threw his arms in the air and started hopping around.

 

 

 

This man is crazy, thought Nataniel, watching the chef dance around like there were hot coals beneath his feet. Nathaniel held his hands up. "Please stop chef. I have an order here. I am not trying to jeopardize your job, I am just trying to point something out to you."

 

 

 

"Well then tell me the bloody order!" The chef was red in the face and still jumping.

 

 

 

"Two steak platters." Nathaniel said as smoothly as he could. He hated the chef with his life. The chef was a nut. He was released from prison and told to do community service, and where does he end up but at the Blue Moon Inn.

 

 

 

The chef turned back to his oven and began to work. Nathaniel sighed and left the kitchen. Inside the bar room, a fight was breaking out and one of Varrocks finest were breaking it up. Nathaniel looked down at his feet.

 

 

 

Say it to your boss, say "I Quit!" Do it, don't you want to party with your friends? The little voice in the back of Nathaniel's head always told him to do something, and every time he did what it said something went terribly wrong, but today, Nathaniel felt that he would respect the voices wish. He was going to tell his boss goodbye. There were always other jobs.

 

 

 

Nathaniel ignored a customer yelling to him and opened the kitchen door.

 

 

 

"What do you want now?" Asked the chef. Nathaniel walked past him and down into the cellar. The concrete steps hard against his sandaled feet. Downstairs, many wooden barrels of ales and beers were stacked up. His boss was heaving one toward the stairs when Nathaniel stopped him.

 

 

 

"I am quitting." Nathaniel said sternly.

 

 

 

His boss dropped the barrel to the ground and stared at Nathaniel. "No, you can't. I cannot let you!"

 

 

 

"I am. Goodbye." Nathaniel turned away and walked up the stairs, throwing the dish towel over his shoulder onto the cold concrete floor.

 

 

 

Nathaniel entered the kitchen and walked to the chef. He put his hand on the chefs shoulder. The chef turned around. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT?"

 

 

 

Nathaniel punched him in the face. The chef's nose started to bleed. "YOU BASTARD!" The chef yelled.

 

 

 

Nathaniel walked out of the kitchen and edged his way through the throng in the bar room, and out of the front door. Nathaniel breathed the fresh air, heard the birds singing on a clothesline above. Nathaniel walked into town square where the newspaper man was waving a paper in the air.

 

 

 

"EXTRA! EXTRA! FALADOR KNIGHTS COMING TO CONGRATULATE NEW SOLDIERS!" The newspaper man was followed by a mob of people waving gold coins in the air. Nathaniel smiled and ran to the bank.

 

 

 

When he stopped his run outside of the bank, he saw on the clock there was still an hour before the ceremony. Nathaniel walked inside and walked to a counter.

 

 

 

"I would like to access my bank account please." Nathaniel waited as the banker got his pin machine out. Nathaniel typed in his pin and waited as the banker confirmed it.

 

 

 

"Yes sir, what would you like?" The banker asked smoothly.

 

 

 

"I would like to withdraw two hundred coins."

 

 

 

The banker got the money and handed it to Nathaniel. Nathaniel thanked him and ran to a house near the Apothecary. He opened the door and inside, his friends were singing and dancing and getting drunk. Nathaniel walked to his one friend, Johnathan, and gave him the money.

 

 

 

"Welcome to the party. We'll use your generous contributions to buy more beer."

 

 

 

"Quite the small talk John, lets party!"

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Varrock square was completely packed. Some people sat on the tops of buildings. Nathaniel and his friends had gotten there just in time. They had front row seats. The people had made a path from the castle walls to the fountain. Nathaniel stared intently at the doors of the palace. Suddenly, a horn could be heard from the top of the castle walls and everyone watched as the soldiers of Varrock proceeded from the castle to the fountain.

 

 

 

The commander of the soldiers stood in front of everyone, his soldiers lined up behind him.

 

 

 

"Welcome citizens, to the day when five lucky young men get the chance to become men. Today, five of Varrock's children, your children, get to become the best of the best. Tonight, they will meet their fellow soldier and learn to use teamwork, learn to wield a weapon, and ultimately, learn to be a true man!"

 

 

 

Shouts and cheers from everyone. The commander raised his hands for silence.

 

 

 

"And the first new recruit will be...Manning Liroy!"

 

 

 

Manning held his hands in the air and ran through the crowd. People cheered him on and patted his back as he progressed to the fountain where the commander handed him his soldier's sword.

 

 

 

"Next...Nathaniel Plozad!"

 

 

 

Nathaniel stared blank eyed. He was a soldier. This was awesome.

 

 

 

He edged through the crowd and took his sword. He was a soldier!

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

All five of the new recruits were up and raising their swords in salute to their fellow soldiers. Suddenly, everyone was quite as they heard marching. Five White Knights walked down the pavement towards the crowd.

 

 

 

"And here are the White Knights! Thank you for com..." The commander was cut off as an arrow flew threw the air and struck him in the neck. He slumped to the ground. The soldiers stared at the white knights.

 

 

 

"What treachery is this?" Asked one of the soldiers.

 

 

 

"The kind where we kill you all!" One of the knights replied. All the crowd started screaming and running as the knights progressed on the soldiers. All the soldiers raised their swords and ran at the knights. Nathaniel stared at his hand and then at the knights. He would kill one of them. He wanted to know how it felt to kill.

 

 

 

He ran at one of them. They both met swords. The knight laughed and said "A new soldier could never defeat a black knight spy!"

 

 

 

Nathaniel kicked the knights shin and cut the knights arm. Warm blood oozed through a gash on the knights arm. The knight laughed again and kicked Nathaniel in the stomach, sending him rolling across town square.

 

 

 

"Die child!" The knight said, as Nathaniel tried to get up. The knight swung. Nathaniel fell to the ground and the knight missed what would have been a life ending blow to the neck.

 

 

 

Nathaniel grabbed the knights left leg and pulled. The knight fell. Nathaniel got up and got his sword from the ground. He plunged at the knights stomach and felt warm liquid splash across his face. He killed a man. And it felt...good?

 

 

 

More knights appeared. They were all spies from the black knights. They were sent to wear white knights armor and kill the soldiers of Varrock. Nathaniel had to get to the White Knights castle.

Please post comments! Your comments are what keep me writing my stories!

I'm rather indifferent to this, I suggest you update your other myriad of stories.

I'm rather indifferent to this, I suggest you update your other myriad of stories.

 

 

 

I am. I am working on this one and Operation.

Good story so far. You keep on spelling quit wrong and you put quite.

 

 

 

Oh yeah and this.

 

 

 

He hated the chef with his life. The chef was a nut.

 

 

 

I am an eccentric chef (on runescape) and one day hope to replace the wise old man or the mysterious old man. Please do not hate us so much. We are a rare breed.

Thanks for the comment and the chef is not making fun of all chefs on RS, he is just there as an annoying character. And thanks for the quit and quite bit. I will work on that. When you type really fast it really does screw you up.

 

 

 

But like I said, I am a chef too, I just got the idea for a crazy chef from Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares. It seems like every chef on that show is a nut.

xewler, you like this story? I mean I know you kinda don't care but do you like the story?

Great story =D>

Great story =D>

 

 

 

Thanx, I will update it regularly starting tomorrow.

Nice story! You use very good adjectives and I can clearly see in my mind's eye what you're talking about.

 

 

 

Keep up the good work! :D

Nice story! You use very good adjectives and I can clearly see in my mind's eye what you're talking about.

 

 

 

Keep up the good work! :D

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks a lot. Like I said, I will make this a daily updated post starting tomorrow.

I LOVE THIS STORy! Very good plot. Never would have seen Black Knight spies. Great Idea.

 

Off Topicish: DID YOU SAY STEAK?!?!?! I LOVE STEAK!!!

If you want some added fun, this is another story I am working on.

 

 

 

PG-13...Inappropriate content

 

 

 

http://www.freewebs.com/ratchet573/index.htm

*cough*Rats.. fleeing.. sinking.. ship..*cough*

 

 

 

t was an exciting event, where young men became men, and the darkest thinkers have a new outlook on life.

 

 

 

Shouldn't "young men" be boys..?

xewler, you like this story? I mean I know you kinda don't care but do you like the story?

 

 

 

It's well... okay... I don't quite know what to say. I feel the plot needs a little touch up, but that's just me. I'm off to mess with Cosines and Sines! Hurrah! (Disappear stage left, into the school building conveniently placed next door)