Wally

[Ravenwood]

Dusk grew nearer as the poor farmer gazed out the mills window. Uninterested in walking home to late at night the man hurried his work. Within no time the sky darkened and the farmer was unable to see enough to work. Soar and unsatisfied with progress he locked the windmills doors and headed home in the moonlight. What a different vibe the agrarian flatlands of Dranor gave during night. The rustic mystical charm the area gave in rays of light now couldn't be drearier. Although this didn't bother the farmer. Ogres and Trolls had been run out of the area long ago. Nothing was to fear besides being surprised by a pesky imp. And just as thought nothing did happen to the man on his journey home. For the story really starts a weekÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s time later. For now the farmer lives happily 150 years before are time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time passes and the flour the farmer has been making has already been put to use. Acquiring great deal of potted flour the man has started to bake hundreds of pies. Hundreds of pies baked for hundreds of people to eat. This humble man has been awarded by the royal king of Varrock himself to cater the desert for a royal feast. To the average man of course this seems to be anything but an honor. Toil days on end making pastry that have to be perfect. All in the land know what will happen if the king is unsatisfied. Surly punishment will be harsh but this risk is worth it. Hundreds of thousands of gold pieces will flood this man's bank account if the pies a perfect. Although the king isn't a generous man most all other nobles are. If the guests that come dine with the king like what they taste they will surely want more. But enough of the greedy thoughts of this farmer turned cook. What matters is the pies d̮̩̉̉but at the Varrock Palace is only one short day away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh how much different the realms of Runescape are different 150 years ago. Castle's haven't been built. Stones are still embedded in the ground. Furthermore the people are so different. Men and women are extremely different than modern times. The sense of a more depressed society blankets the realm. And with the attitude all parts of life are affected. People stay home. People look over there shoulders constantly. All can be trusted but none are. With this on everyone's mind the farmer loads his most valuable creations onto a mule drawn cart and heads off on the long journey to Varrock.