Greetings, Adventurer—Hero—Guardian, whatever you might be...I welcome you. If you would listen, I would like to share with you a tale, not one of battle nor of glory, but of a life lived over a insignificant period of time. It is a boring tale, for it is my own.
I, like many others, left my home long ago. To embark upon a journey for reasons I have since forgotten. It might have been wealth or the pursuit of strength or simply an unyielding sense for adventure that ignited the blood present within my heart. From afar, I received word of a place, an island. Tutorial Island, and as if my soul had called across the breadth of space and time, I was transported to this magical place. It was there I learned to fish, to cook, to mine, to smith, and to fight! Oh! How my blood roiled as Vanakka tossed me into the midst of giant rats with naught but the dagger I had forged for myself and a few shrimp I had cooked in hand! Indeed, I passed his test and was soon teleported after several trials to the mainland. I opened my eyes to behold a Castle in a small town I came to know as Lumbridge. From there my adventure began. For years I wandered, unsure of my purpose. I encountered many who were in need of help, not necessarily mine, but fate had dictated our paths would cross and so I lent my assistance with whatever aid I could muster. Over time, the help asked of me led to greater danger, more arduous tasks and tests and puzzles. I endured the loss of companions and witnessed the fall of friends and I wept. Still, my journey was not yet over. I sought greater strength, hoping that with power I could yet prevent further harm from befalling those who walked alongside me. When prayers failed me, their power insufficient, my research led me to discover an ancient temple. From there, I gained the power of curses. Looking back, in my pursuit of power, to protect, to save, my path became darker, twisted. Forget it, it serves no one to dwell on these matters.
Chaos...it seeds the birth of worlds.
03-Jun-2022 09:20:25
