Patchwork Story

[Homepie]

Simple, just add onto the story. OK GO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Keno was nervous. He couldn't exactly pin down why, but he was nervous all the same. He didn't have anything to be nervous about - considering he was dressed in full dragon, it was no secret he was powerful. Yet he was nervous.

 

 

 

He squirmed around in his armour; the Al-Kharid sun was near unbearable today. As it turns out, dragonhide is an amazing insulation, and he hadn't bought much water. Keno turned on his heels and walked back to the gate, his nervousness squirming in his stomach like an angry beast.

[Gaalsien]

Hot and thirsty, he stopped off at the oasis and bent down to drink deeply and submerge his head in the cool water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Excuse me, I appear to have misplaced my wallet. If I could perhaps borrow a few gold coins?" a voice, no doubt belonging to a ignorant newcomer, asked from behind him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He wasn't in the mood for this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, get lost, you stupid n00b."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning, he found himself facing a familiar, black-cloaked old man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You've just made yourself a very powerful enemy, my friend," the mysterious old growled, raising his hand. "A pox on thee!"

[Homepie]

Keno's eye twitched. What in the name of Saradomin was the Mysterious Old Man doing asking around for gold? Keno quickly dug his hands into his pockets, searching for a few spare gold pieces. Some ores, a spare pickaxe, and a few bones, but not a single gold to be found. He silently cursed his luck and stared at the old man.

 

 

 

"Sorry, sir.... but I don't have any gold, anyway," Keno started to explain. "Can I please just... go?"

 

 

 

The Old Man stared back at Keno for a moment, and them burst out into laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes, the Old Man started to speak.

 

 

 

"Heh heh heh... sorry, bud, but the rules are the rules. Let's see here... what to do with a rude, intolerant person like you..."

 

 

 

Keno's eye twitched again, just as the Mysterious Old Man began to speak again.

 

 

 

"Ah! I have just the thing!"

 

 

 

And with a flash of light, Keno was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ah, first day on RuneScape. Wait, that wasn't right.

 

 

 

Keno snapped back into consiousness. He stared at his hands, and discovered he was holding but a bronze sword.

 

 

 

Oh Saradomin, he thought... he was a noob again.