Hello everyone! This is a collection of my literary works involving a storyline I'm working on involving the Elven lands.

 

 

 

Small summary: The storyline is called "Seren's distress". As most of you may know, Seren is the patron godess of elves and possibly gnomes. Her and her people have been ejected from the city that her elves built from the crystal that Seren herself is made of. And now, a small brave group of adventurers want to figure out WHAT exactly is going on and maybe even try to defeat the Iorwerth clan and gain entrance into the city that's been locked for thousands of years!

 

 

 

I don't know what else to say, but enjoy them! I am still working on more parts of the story.

 

 

 

Seren' s Distress Part 1: The Tower of Voices

 

 

 

In the second age, while Guthix was still shaping the world in his likeness, a very unpeaceful event happened.

 

It's been standing for 12,000 years now. The same sharp shards of crystals made from Seren's own body.

 

The 8 elven clans populating it were peaceful. Although enclosed with the maze forest to the south, sea to the west,

 

and mountains to the north and east, they befriended many races.

 

 

 

When the age of the Godwars came, Seren was forced to leave the elves. They adapted, however, by building a large crystal structure. It was named the Tower of Voices and the elves could speak to Seren herself. The structure still stands in the middle of the city today.

 

 

 

Rainswell, a fine explorer, had just read that in a book about Elven history that night in his home in Taverly. He was a long admirer of the elves and their tales. He had a longhall of books just about elven and gnome tomes. Out of all those, this one book struck him most. "A city locked away from everyone? And in the very west of the world?" He pondered for a few moments on how remarkable this was. An entire city and it's walls made entirely by a godess' own material and crystal singing. "Why, I certainly must explore this city! Ross! Prepare me my backpack, exploring gear, a lantern,

 

and since the walls seem to be so high, a grapple. I shall get a good night's rest and eat hearty tomorrow. I am going where no creature has been for thousands of years!" "Why that's incredible!" his associate Ross replied.

 

 

 

That night, sleep was too peaceful. Rainswell seemed maybe too excited. After all, a fortress would never be without guard. That morning he woke up and ate an extra helping of spiced herbs and tea. That was the diet of most Taverly residents. He left his house east of the town and walked north under the dreaded White Wolf Mountain. This was because during winter, anyone would be welcome due to the harsh impassable weather on the mountain.

 

 

 

He walked through the damp dark dwarf-infested pass under the mountain and headed for the posh bright town of the Seers. It was getting late so he took the night off at the village. He's been a long-time friend of sin seer. He went to her to make a confession and she sensed no fear in him the first time he looked at her morbidly disfigured face. She knew he was pure of heart and posed no judgement towards people based on their appearance.

 

 

 

Rainswell awoke late that day. He quickly bid farewell to sinseer and left before she could warn him of any danger.

 

He continued through the grassy fields of Hemenster and northern Ardougne. He didn't take a rest in Ardougne even thought he knew he had a long way to go through the underground pass. On his last expedition he'd injured his leg so attempting those rock obstacles would be almost suicide. Also, he felt safer in caves.

 

 

 

Through the plague-ridden and broken district known as West Ardougne he walked. He passed poor families bruised and cut laying on the streets. Passing the few houses with doors that remain with marks of plague, the black X. This was far from his first time in villages such as this but every time it gets harder to see. With no clue of what will happen next, he walked into a small inlet with dead trees and walked into the small cave entrance leading to the underground pass.

 

 

 

The Underground Pass is most likely one of the most dangerous places in Runescape. After the Iorwerth clan took control of Prifddinas, the pass was put under Iban's control. He was the spiritual son of Zamorak. He was killed by an adventurer who threw a doll of him into the well. Rainswell then continued towards the raised bridge jumping over rocks and walls. Remembering his exploring skills, he skillfully wrapped an arrow in cloth and set it ablaze. He then shot it at the rope holding the bridge and it fell like a rock. He walked across and continued on.

 

 

 

Using his clever eye, Rainswell swung across gaps, blocked [bleep]es, and disarmed arrow traps. It took him a few tries to get passed the agility maze before he remembered that he could just picklock a door. He didn't care though, it was a fun challenge. He passed through the small jail cell which contained his biggest regret. Dropping a rock on an innocent beautiful unicorn. In guilt, he moved onward towards the end. Even though the pass was over, this is where his journey really began. The forest of Isfadar was a maze. And a dangerous one at that. Elves are very safe due to their ability to create traps from nature. These however were no match for Rainswell. He avoided leave-covered pitfalls, spring loaded sticks, tripwire poison, and even the dense forests. Luckily for the elves, Rainswell was not out to harm them.

 

 

 

"It's amazing to think a humble god Guthix could create something as beautiful as this." Rainswell said as he set up camp

 

near a brightly colored forest near a sparkling river. That night he slept the best in his life. He dreamed about his version of what the city and the artifacts inside it would look like. He awoke feeling the best he's ever felt in his life, as if the forest had rejuvinated him. All the fatigue and bumps from the Underground Pass had mysteriously been taken off him.

 

 

 

He used his clever navigation skills by observing which ways the animals walked. This way he could easilly find water. He took out his sextant, chart, and watch to pinpoint the southern entrance to the city. "There seems to be a small camp south of that entrance, perhaps I should try the eastern one." He changed his coordinates and walked stealthily through the Iorwerth clan's camp. The feeling that he shouldn't exactly be there had finally settled in.

 

 

 

A few minutes had passed and he was exactly where he'd dreamed of being. Face to face with the semi-oval doors of Prifddinas. He stretched out his hand and touched the crystal wall made out of the material the elf goddess Seren was made of. A rush of energy ran through him as he rubbed the icy cold sharp walls. There was no way to open the doors. They seemed to be frozen shut by a force far more powerful than nature. "Well, I guess that's what this thing is for." said Rainswell. It took him a few tries and a few scares of almost being seen by elf guards but he finally hooked on the walls successfully with the grapple. He slipped a few times but he finally made it over the wall. There was no way to climb down so he braved the 20 foot jump. Recovering for a second, he sat on the wall and absorbed the extreme amount of history that took place in the past 12,000 years. Eight clans lived there, the land was filled with Seren's power. "How upset she must have been to see this happen. Seven groups of her own people exiled from her own creation. Maybe...just maybe I can talk to Seren. If I just find that tower. According to the book, the tower should be in the center."

 

 

 

Again, Rainswell used his navigational skills to pinpoint the dead center of the city. He was feeling quite confident with himself. No one in thousands of years has been inside these walls. He was the only adventurer brave enough to try such a quest. Then at last, through the clouds, he saw it. It was nothing short of the tallest structure in Runescape. To his surprise, there was no door on it. To his even bigger surpise, there were no stairs. Just a levitation focus. He stepped on the platform and was brought up on a magical focus. This took about ten minutes to reach the top. The top of the tower had a balcony and a small inside portion with a funnel above it. The tower must have been about five thousand feet in the air, however there was no wind. The view was incredible. You could see for miles, where the sky touched the earth.

 

 

 

Then, the most incredible thing happened to Rainsford. He had a feeling like never before. He collapsed in a trance and had the knowledge of every single piece of Elven history. A strange ring appeared around him and he heard a voice, "Please have no fear...please...I just want...peace...my people....in happiness....my city...my voice and theirs together." Rainsford then awoke from this trance and exited the small closed area on the top of the tower. From there, he saw something that horrified him. The city's walls were surrounded by Elf guards from the Iorwerth clan with crystal bows armed facing towards him. "Do not fear pain, do not fear death, I will save you, you are united with my people", said the voice from the tower again.

 

Then, about 100 crystal arrows fired towards him. None missed. His body then vanished from the tower and appeared in front of his house in Taverly. He was still however still dead.

 

 

 

Ross found him the next morning. Nothing showed how he died. All 100 wounds had been miraculously sealed. He was speechless. Since Rainswell was quite a celebrity in the Catherby/Burthorpe/Taverly area, he was brought by cart to the heros guild and cremated on a pyre. 1/4th of his ashes were then thrown into the Fountain of Heros. His spirit would forever be within the glory amulets that many other exploreres wear. Exactly how he'd want to be remembered. No one knew about his experiences in Prifddinas. No one knew that he was the first human who ever talked to the godess, Seren. No one knew that Seren was in great trouble.

Seren's Distress Part 2-Investigation and Discovery

 

 

 

Weeks passed as Ross and the rest of Taverly mourned the death of their beloved explorer, Rainswell. The fact that he'd died was the least of their thought. It was all about how and where. Where exactly was he? How exactly did this happen? Most of all, how did he appear on the doorstep of his house dead? These questions crossed the minds of many citizens of Asgarnia. Another week passed and Ross had had enough. "I promise over the soul of Rainswell that I will uncover this at once!"

 

 

 

Ross was a very good explorer, but no expert. He knew he had to speak with the best adventurer in the province, Tenzing. Tenzing is a sherpa. He lives tucked in a rocky path leading to Trollheim and the Death Plateau. He makes a living off selling climbing boots than being a guide. Although making meanial cash, Tenzing gets paid through the delight of giving adventurers passage through new lands. Now back to Ross and his detective work. A short yet rigorous journey, he approached Tenzing's home.

 

 

 

"So do you think you can give me any information about Elven geography?"

 

 

 

"Not as much as you think, I've only led one expedition to those lands and it was far from a walk in Falador park.", replied Tenzing.

 

 

 

"Ok", said Ross. "But can you at least tell me of maybe some way Rainswell may have been killed there? I doubt it could've been a trap, because then he would still be lying dead. It had to involve some sort of Elven magic. A well protected structure perhaps?"

 

 

 

Tenzing gazed in awe at his map of Runescape. He looked at Ross frightened.

 

 

 

"Oh my, this...this is incredible! There's just no way!" Tenzing was extremely astonished. "I'm not sure I'm 100% certain on this but I believe that Rainswell has actually entered the locked uninhabited city of Prifddinas!"

 

 

 

"How is that impressive?", Ross asked.

 

 

 

Tenzing explained. "Oh, what a young one you are. It's the city of the 8 Elven clans. When 7 clans left to explore the world and befriend other races, the Iorwerth clan decided to invade the city, clear out all signs of life, and leave the city. No one has stepped inside Prifddinas for thousands of years. No elf, no human. At least until our brave yet somewhat foolish Rainswell stepped in. I'm not sure exactly how he died though. And I'm especially not sure about how he was teleported. I know a man in Falador. He is a seer, you may want to go talk to him. They say the future can sometimes give clues to the past"

 

 

 

"Alright, and many thanks friend."

 

 

 

Ross left the house and prepared for the quite long and uninteresting walk through gloomy Burthorpe. He decided to retire for the night before seeing the seer in Falador who had been there for political interest. That night, Ross had quite an interesting dream. He was being lifted by a magical purple ring up a tower made of pure crystal. Once on the top, he heard a woman's voice. "Please have no fear...please...I just want...peace...my people....in happiness....my city...my voice and theirs together." He then felt as if he was more conscious and had control of his dreams. Before him then stood over a hundred Iorwerth soldiers with bows pointed towards him. The voice came again. "Do not fear pain, do not fear death, I will save you, you are united with my people". He then hear the snaps of 100 bows and awoke screaming. "Heh, just a dream", he said nervously.

 

 

 

The trip to Falador was much easier. If you've ever imagined walking down a country road with the sun shining, bees buzzing, birds flying, on a nice day, that was it. It was definitely a true sign of Guthix's genious. "It's amazing to think a humble god Guthix could create something as beautiful as this", thought Ross. He then arrived at the white stone walls of Falador and walked to the east to the small apartment-type house where the seer resided temporarily. The door opened before Ross could knock.

 

 

 

"I know why you're here, lets sit down and I'll tell you what I can" said the seer.

 

 

 

He was a surprising sight. He looked almost nothing like a druid. Younger, blonde shoulder length hair, thin and shapen with pointed ears sticking out of his hair hardly covered by his white hood.

 

 

 

"So what actually did happen?" asked Ross.

 

 

 

"Well", began the seer, "I'm not quite that experienced with Prifddinas seeing as my people -er I mean the seven other elf clans were locked from the city. No one has stepped in the city for thousands of years, you should be very proud of your teacher."

 

 

 

"Yes, and I am", Ross replied.

 

 

 

The seer continued. "I'm not however surprised that he got in that easilly. It was dawn, the perfect time to sneak in. The morning guards haven't awaked and the night guards' eyes grew heavy with the balmy night air. A simple grapple would do it. Now, I believe the only thing he explored in the city was the only thing that's in there. The Tower of Voices."

 

 

 

"And what does such a tower do?" asked Ross.

 

 

 

"It is possibly the oldest structure in Gielenor. As old as Prifddinas itself!. It contains an amazing amount of Elven magic. The tower can lift large groups of elves to the top without a command. At the top, the elves can communicate with Seren herself! She used to live in the city among the elves, but was sent out with the Edicts of Guthix."

 

 

 

Ross turned pale. "That's amazingly strange" he said. "I remember a dream last night. I was being lifted in a purple ring to the top of a crystal tower. From there I heard words of peace. Then I heard my own death. The sound of battle, the sound of hundreds of arrows flying towards me. Then, the voice told me not to fear".

 

 

 

"Why...that could be it!" Exclaimed the seer. Your dream could've been Seren communicating with you far outside the city! A goddess as splendid as her works in mysterious yet sensible ways lad, and I wouldn't doubt it."

 

 

 

"Ok so before I leave, he went to the tower, was levitated, heard the voice of Seren herself, was killed by the guards, and Seren put him out of the cold hands of pain?" questioned Ross.

 

 

 

"Yes, and in case you haven't noticed already, I am an elf in the Iorwerth clan disguised as a seer for just this. I did not kill your friend because I was not on duty at that time. However, I had heard of this and journied immediately to Falador. I do have some seer skills you know."

 

 

 

"Well, thank you very much. You have helped me greatly. This definitely will not be the last time we meet."