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Sal VJ
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Sal VJ

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Our hero walked up to a booth and asked one of the clerks there: "I would like to sell something." "Certainly, sir." and the clerk showed our hero how selling and buying was made through them. Our hero had only have to hand over what he wanted to sell; there was also a huge variety of items on sale; what is a Greenman's Ale? Our hero thought, must be quite a fancy drink, at what the clerk said was the recommended price people were selling them at. Over a thousand gold coins for a pint of this stuff? Even the most expensive ale in Ashdale cost only 1 gold coin, our hero shaked his head at the thought of people selling at these extortionate prices.

Earlier our hero had learned on his travels how he could withdraw bank notes of items from all the smithing of bronze armour and weapons, easier to just walked with bank notes of items instead of filling his backpack with the items themselves, another good convenience, our hero thought.

Our hero put up 47 bronze scimitars up for sale at a price of 50 gold coins each, the recommended price was 81 gold coins each, but that seemed like too high a price for our hero, and waited. No one was buying it seemed, as his sell offer did not fill. "How long do these sell offers take to fill?" Our hero asked the Grand Exchange clerk. "Depends if people have an offer into buying it, then straight away, sir." The Grand Exchange clerk reassured. "You can withdraw from your offers from any Bank in RuneScape, sir, leave the matter to us." the Grand Exchange clerk continued. "Oh, thanks!" Our hero thought of re-visiting Lumbridge as he remembered he had not even entered the courtyard of the Castle.
Never drop a valuable item.

Ikki blaka niður virðismikil ting.

20-May-2014 05:54:59

Sal VJ
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Sal VJ

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Our hero went south again, walking back to Lumbridge with intention of visiting it. I might even find something better to do, maybe even a quest, our hero thought. His mind wandered as he past the gates of Varrock and saw the eerie henge ruins with the broken dolmen. The black hooded men around the dolmen gave him a creepy stare as they chanted around the dolmen. I'm keeping my distance of those guys, our hero thought.

His mind wandered as he past the farming fields and cow pen, back to Sarah on Ashdale, her lovely smile and her joking and comforting nature, and her lovely posture.

The goblins were restless as the heavily clad guards patrolled the bridge over the river Lum, but peaceful nevertheless. Ugly green-skinned creatures, these goblins, our hero thought.

He past Phileas on the way to the Castle and waved at him, "Hello!" our hero shouted at Phileas. Phileas smiled and bowed as a token of friendship.

Inside the Castle there was an odd looking fella walking around the castle and a big bulbous strong looking man with long yellow flowing hair. He looked like he could take a few punches and certainly dish them out. Two nice looking fountains were in the courtyard to the central Castle entrance. Too afraid to approach the bulbous looking man, our hero ran up alongside the odd fella patrolling the castle, "Hi." Our hero said to the fella while walking alongside him, the odd looking fella stopped and said: "Hi, I'm Hans, what are you doing here?" This fella, Hans, seemed uneasy. "I'm looking for whoever is in charge of this place." Our hero said a tad smugly. "That is my Lord and employeer, Duke Horacio. He's just one floor up, inside." Hans replied more calm this time around.

Our hero walked inside and went around a corner and saw a funny looking circular shaped rock and picked it up. I wonder what this is, our hero thought. He got distracted by a cook coming from a nearby kitchen, "You gotta help me!" The Cook shouted.
Never drop a valuable item.

Ikki blaka niður virðismikil ting.

20-May-2014 06:49:14

An Aviansie
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An Aviansie

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Sal VJ said :
His mind wandered as he past the farming fields and cow pen, back to Sarah on Ashdale, her lovely smile and her joking and comforting nature, and her lovely posture.

I don't even know you. How did I make it into your story?

Nice writing though. :)
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20-May-2014 07:11:52

Sal VJ
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Sal VJ

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"Who? Me?" Our hero was still surprised. "Somebody gotta help me. I need to bake a cake, it's the Duke's birthday, but I'm out of ingredients!" The Cook seemed distraught, but our hero was did not waver, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for a quest albeit more like a small favor, our hero thought. "OK, what do you need?" Our hero asked. "I need a super large egg, top-quality milk and extra fine flour to bake the most delicious royal cake." The Cook instructed. Bake a cake? Am I now an errand boy for some lousy cook? Our hero snidely thought. "Fine, where can I find this stuff then?" with a sigh our hero asked.

The Cook wasted no time and said that he could get the special egg from Fred the Farmer and the top quality milk from the local cow pen farm across the river Lum. "But what about the extra fine flour?" Our hero asked. "You can probably make some at the mill, just pick up some wheat and grind it down at the mill. The mill is straight Northwest of us, north of the crater." The Cook seemed more calm and reassured now. Crater? Our hero thought, but dismissed it again and went his merry way.

At Fred the Farmer's place he found a large egg, larger than any other of the chicken eggs. That must be it, our hero thought and picked it up, the chickens didn't mind. Next stop, getting the milk. He knew he couldn't get just some old white liquid off any cow, it had to be top notch cow juice. And a bucket to hold it in, our hero thought. He went to the General Store and bought a bucket and a pot, because our hero couldn't just hold the spazzed out flour between his hands so easily, and went to the cow pen across the river Lum. There he saw a woman carrying some buckets of milk, but didn't seem to sell the extra fine lager. There was a cow that looked better than the other dairy cows he had seen, and reckoned he could get the top notch white stuff from it. Sure enough it was the best milk he had ever seen.
Never drop a valuable item.

Ikki blaka niður virðismikil ting.

20-May-2014 07:34:55

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