Player Submissions
Every month, we invite players to submit their own original works for inclusion in the newsletter.
This month's bumper crop begins with a short story by
Emrisimortal
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Untitled
There was a storm the day I met him, as if the gods were fighting in the sky over some mystical dispute. It scared me and Johnson. We were on our way to Varrock when we were approached by a tall cloaked man. He asked me my name and I told him. Although the circumstances were strange, he still felt friendly, despite his rather off-putting look.
He was a spy of the Followers of Guthix, sent out to find what imbalances were in our world. He had disturbing news - Zamorak and his followers were raising the old hellish monsters from the Third Age, along with some of his newer, more destructive creations.
The man asked me to gather warriors to fight them. I did so, and our armies marched upon the great dragons in the Wilderness. We fought bravely but only I and some of the most powerful mages survived. The rest were cast into the fires of the destructive, evil creator we call Zamorak.
I vowed that day to avenge their deaths. This is a call to arms. Rise up and be free!
Next up is this piece by
Anchored
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The Blue Moon Inn, Varrock
I was sitting in a corner inside The Blue Moon Inn, trying to be as inconspicuous as I possibly could.
Why would I be doing that, you might ask? Simple. Lathas' men were after me. One of Lathas' top generals had placed a price on my head after I had killed some Mourners in a duel. Three million Gold Pieces, to be exact.
"What would you like to drink, sir?"
I looked up at the bartender. "Just give me an ale, please," I said.
"Right away sir, but that will be three gold pieces."
Right then five men dressed in black cloaks walked in, followed by a man in a black trenchcoat that looked familiar. My eyes widened.
"Lieutenant Elessar!" I shouted, so loud that half the people in the room stared at me. But the lieutenant didn't. He was busy nailing up a wanted poster of my face.
This was the result of the Siege of Varrock. Lathas had taken it over, so many of my men had to flee to Falador. But some just couldn't leave. I was one of the few trapped in Varrock.
"Sir?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, umm... here." I handed the bartender four gold pieces.
All of a sudden the lieutenant blew a horn, and everyone went quiet.
"Alright then. Do any of you know of a man named Anchored?" said the lieutenant.
I pulled down my hat and tried to think of a different accent to speak in if the lieutenant asked me.
Everyone looked at each other. Obviously they didn't know me.
Elessar frowned. "Then we are going to have to find him ourselves, boys!"
Elessar's henchmen growled, and started knocking over tables and pulling out daggers.
"It's a trap," I told myself. "Don't do anything rash..."
But then the henchmen did something horrible.
They walked to the bartender, dragged him out from behind the counter, and threw him to the ground.
"Where is he?!" screamed the lieutenant as he waved a poster of my face at the frightened bartender.
He pointed a shaking finger at me.
The lieutenant looked me straight in the eyes.
And last but not least is this piece by
Zanaris Valu
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Icyene
She was running.
She looked back to see several men, in black armour, running after her with a small pack of guard dogs in front of them. They were after her.
She tripped up on a hidden stone, covered in snow. She collapsed next to the snow-covered cliff and shivered. Her previously white robes were torn and greyed. Her right eye was a calm purple, while her left eye was clockwork. She was also very pale. This was from the lack of food, exercise and sunlight she got in the prison.
She folded her weak, large wings over her to camouflage herself against the snow. A dog ran up to her and sniffed at her leg. He quickly moved on with the rest of the pack. She sighed and unwrapped her wings. She was finally free from the Kinshra. For now, at least.
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