Varrock was becoming busy with travelers and trade on a regular day
Perfectly normal today it was even more so hectic then all that
The blue moon was opening up just about now the bar became flooded
And the rooms became vacant as they did they became taken and so the cycle
If one is lucky to see the king or queen. Of varrock it's not for to long or without
Some treacherous task gods I hate royals always have
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The bar floor is violent the rooms upstairs are steamy and romantic
All the while the basement is secretive dangerous potentially
Life threatening at first but as time goes on potentially world threatening
Like that uprising of zombies in the wild marching south on varrock under the
Control of some necromancer before that man with the shield arrived to save us
Or the time that mad man with the chicken in that manor over by draynor village
Opened up that weird rift inter dimension thingy
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Name - Trish Struderr
Age - 23
Faith - Guthix
Height - 5 foot
Weight - 130 pounds
Skills - archery and swordplay
Hidden power - magical in nature though she has never been
Able to harness it so it just sits dormant growing alarmingly
Born in Varrock on the castle steps her father was a guard and her
Mother a nobel woman she grew to the age of three before the father died
Protecting the king with his own life shortly after that her mother
Started to worship zamorak and practice magic before her daughter turned 16
Her mother was put on trial for the practice of dark magic and necromancy
Then she was sentenced to death by the king
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