From youth the boy had felt it,

 

 

 

In his blood, his bones, the air,

 

 

 

From Al Kharid to Falador,

 

 

 

AdventureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ. everywhere!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The men with tales as tall as their swords,

 

 

 

And shields of gleaming rune,

 

 

 

Champions of the known lands,

 

 

 

With jagged scars and calloused hands,

 

 

 

Would tell of Dragons, Ogres, Bears,

 

 

 

Wicked Wizards, Damsels fair,

 

 

 

But ever present in their stories,

 

 

 

Were Knights of valour, Heroes, gloryÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this, the youth aspired to be.

 

 

 

Heralded for great bravery,

 

 

 

Acts of kindness, vanquished foes,

 

 

 

Smiting evil high and low,

 

 

 

Far and wide, near and far,

 

 

 

No enemy was too bizarre!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And thus our heroÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s fame was spread,

 

 

 

He mastered the slaying of Undead.

 

 

 

The King of Varrock called him Sir,

 

 

 

And other Kings would soon concur,

 

 

 

Ardougne, Lumbrige, all about,

 

 

 

On spying him their praise would shout.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then the age of darkness dawned,

 

 

 

A dragon had been sighted,

 

 

 

North of Edgeville, it was seen,

 

 

 

Where the trees were dead and no longer green,

 

 

 

A mighty beast, with scales like steel,

 

 

 

It crushed opponents beneath its heel,

 

 

 

And who was turned to, to aid the fight?

 

 

 

Yep, you guessed it, our brave Knight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He set off boldly, and went forth,

 

 

 

Upon his perilous journey, to the North,

 

 

 

His armour shining, a sword in his hand,

 

 

 

Now HE was the Hero of the land,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After many a day he reached itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s lair,

 

 

 

And who do you think that he met there?

 

 

 

None other than Guthix himself,

 

 

 

In the guise of a tricky elf!

 

 

 

He gave our hero the Dragon Shield,

 

 

 

And many Sharks, his wounds to heal,

 

 

 

And a super set, then sent him on,

 

 

 

To finish off what heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d begun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once in the lair our hero saw,

 

 

 

Those glittering eyes, that majestic jaw,

 

 

 

The thick black scales and massive wings,

 

 

 

This was, indeed, the Dragon King!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He drank his potions, drew his sword,

 

 

 

And with a yell, he charged toward

 

 

 

The towering beast, his nemesis

 

 

 

The flames he managed to resist,

 

 

 

And struck and struck with all his might,

 

 

 

This was one hell of a good fight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And our hero did not relent,

 

 

 

Until dead upon the floor,

 

 

 

Was the carcass of the mighty beast,

 

 

 

The King Black Dragon was no moreÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Returning to a heroÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s welcome,

 

 

 

Our subject this did pledge,

 

 

 

To start a guild of champions, heroes,

 

 

 

TheyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d train the lowly and the zeroes,

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâTil one day, they, the land would serve,

 

 

 

HeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d get the rest that he deserved,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so was formed the LegendÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s guild,

 

 

 

Respect and loyalty it engendered.

 

 

 

Started by this youth we met,

 

 

 

And for those of you that havenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t guessed yet,

 

 

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, go beserk-le,

 

 

 

I present to you, Sir Radimus Erkle!

Not bad not bad at all, pretty good actualy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do like rpgs or stories? If you do maybe check out mine some time (great uprising) 8)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Godslayer