As the warrior walked past me, I gasped in awe. His red armor gleamed, but dents made by the most powerful monsters were easily seen. He had to be a powerful warrior, and a rich one at that. The red mask with horns covering his face and the rare armor he wore was the only clue I needed. I, in my Skelleton top and legs, was no where near as cool as the warrior before me. I wanted to follow him, and see his ways.

 

 

 

He walked to the port of Saradomin, and walked towards an off group of monk-warriors wearing strange armor. The leader of them and the warrior talked, and I listened...

 

 

 

"You look like a warrior. Is there anything to kill around here? I need to stick my axe in something." He pulled out a large axe, a mighty weapon.

 

 

 

"That Guthix!" The monk proclaimed. "We need all of the warriors we can get!"

 

 

 

The monk all but dragged him on the boat, and I followed.

 

 

 

A long sail was my reward. I fell asleep, dreaming of the last party at a friends house. The food, the games, that one girl....

 

 

 

And Then a fish hit me. Yes, a fish.

 

"Get off the boat, we've finished the trip!" It was the cook. She could swing that tuna as hard as any warrior, so the invitation to leave was not needed.

 

 

 

I awoke on a strange outpost in the south seas. A small village, with warriors running to the north part of the island. They were boarding a boat, a war landing ship. I saw the powerful warrior, and he was getting on. I raced down the dock. As the boat pulled away, I jumped on board. (Omg, 26 people in the game! Haxorz!)

 

 

 

Everyone talked battle plans. The mighty warrior was in control. Everyone listen to the tactition. I myself am good with planing, and he was a mastermind. He rivaled the war cheifs of the gods themselves in the god wars. He told everyone what to do. Attack here, defend here, he new it all. But as he went over final plans, the boat hit the shores of a new island.

 

 

 

Battle crys from dragon battle-axe holders and the sound of potions being tossed and shattering after use filled the air. One warrior, a lowly level 41, cowered near the boat.

 

"Come little one! We must help defend the knight!" The warror said!

 

 

 

2 shifters came then, attacking the level 41. Both looked like they were just stronger than the low level, but he could not defend himself. The mighty warrior, in a blink of an eye, changed from a warrior to a Infinity wearing mage. He pulled out an odd and very old staff, purple and ozing with magic power. He held it up, and chanted odd words. The shifters froze, then vanished.

 

 

 

"Are you ok?" I asked, running to the boy. "Here, take this." He gobbled up the cake thankfully.

 

 

 

"Where did that guy go?" He asked.

 

 

 

I turned, he had left. I ran to find him. When I did, he was infront of the main gate, trapped between monsters that would give young children nightmares. But the mighty warrior, still in his magic robes, was to much for the creatures. A blast of Ice killed 9 creatures, another blast killed 8, and another killed 9. His spells destroyed the creatures as fast as they spawned.

 

 

 

I watched for the rest of the match. As I struggled with two spined creatures, the warrior's great axe and dragon scimitar sliced and diced beasts. He had to have destroyed the needed 50 dammage. And after we had won, he walked away from the lander, and players begged him to come back.

 

 

 

"Ok," he said, "But you guys have to do something this time, I can't do it all myself."

not bad, keep up the good work. Is that the entire story, or a chapter? I'm just posting so that this story does not die, and so that you know that people are reading this. I hate it when i spend a ton of time on a story, I think its pretty good, but i get no feedback and the story dies... So just letting you know I enjoy it. Good work.