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The Grand City
The Lordling sat on a rocking chair, on a balcony of his home. A scream pierced through the air in the distance.
I wonder who it is today. The Royal Flush? The Bloody Hand? Whoever it is, they could at least have the decency to try to do their work a little more quietly.
And the man continued rocking. Yes, life was good for the Lords of Varrock. A little gold here, a word in with the city guard there, and the many gangs that roamed the streets stayed out of the Noble District. The rest of the city, however, was not quite so lucky. Crime ran rampant through the streets of the other three districts of Varrock, with an unsaid curfew at sundown. If a citizen were unlucky enough to be out and about after sunset, they would often times find themselves caught in the middle of a turf war between the gangs, or worse yet, a victim of the gang’s newest crime. A shame, really, for the daylight hours of the city were rather quite beautiful. The Merchants district was always full of life and colors, new people to meet, always strangers from far away places. The Middle district was home to some of the nicer little stores, and wonderful people. The Golden district was, well, the slums. In the heights of its days, it was quite a sight to behold, however, time, crime, and perhaps the ironic humor of the gods has turned the Golden district into the most dangerous area of them all. Aye, life in the Grand city of Varrock was a dangerous one, but it is the city that many call “Home”.
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Nick
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"Freedom is the opportunity to do what is right."
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W41 Squad
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The Grand City
