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JDogg

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The Adventure Across Gielinor is an idea I would like the community to try out. It would be cool to make this into a never ending story that everyone can contribute to! Everyone has different writing styles and it will be creative! Just keep your part of the story to one post (2000 characters or less). This isn't satire, Forums and Jagex rules apply. Ready? Set? Go!

The flags atop Lumbridge Castle shuttered against the powerful gust moving in from the West. Your eyes burn, adjusting to the shimmering of sun light on the fountain. Equipping your bronze sword and wooden shield, you cautiously stammer towards the gate.

"Hey, you." You glance around, alert. "Yes, you! Come here" a shrill voice calls. Walking behind the castle, you notice a small red imp peering at you. His fangs dripping with blood from his past meal. Two peckish horns sprout upon his head. "Do you have any rabbit, human?" he screeches. You draw your sword and raise your shield.

"No, I don't have a dead rodent with me." you reply.
"Then prepare to die human!" the imp shrieks as he waddles towards you with might.

You slash your sword down, striking his left arm. He quickly teleports behind you!

"What hell... how did you-" you muster before the imp pierces your leg with his fangs.
Stumbling, you sever his wings, thus grounding him. Thrusting your sword into his skull, he hisses and implodes, turning into ashes and leaving you a white bead as your reward. Pocketing these new items into your inventory, you head out the gates of Lumbridge Castle, with curiosity flowing through you and a hampering for a medic.
Road to 5.4!

30-Jul-2015 14:59:58

NotFishing

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"That was... weird." You state, limping through Lumbridge and scratching your head in confusion. A medic - that's what you need. Who knows what bacteria that imp had on its fangs?

"Excuse me." You stop a random passerby on the street for questioning. He wore a full set of an iron armor, save for a helmet, and didn't seem too pleased to be stopped like this. "Is there a doctor anywhere near here?"

For a second, you think you see a mischievous smile pass over his face, but it quickly vanishes and his expression goes back to being blank. "Yeah..." He tells you, mild annoyance in his voice. "Just head across that bridge there and take a left." Looking back on it, you were stupid to trust him, but at the time you were too focused on finding a doctor to stop and think.

You walk across the bridge, following his directions. But once you make it across, something starts to seem off. Several trees on this side of the river are dead, and the houses look like they've been abandoned. Have you stumbled into a bad part of town? Why would a doctor take residence here?

Every instinct tells you to run. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in the side of your head. You fall to the ground, the world going dark.
...

You awake to find that your precious sword and shield, as well as any other items you may have been carrying, have been taken from you. It doesn't take long to find out where they went. As your vision starts to return to normal, you hear the sounds of bickering nearby. You look and see two goblins, playing tug of war with a round wooden object. Your shield!

"It mine! I see first!" One yells.

"I throw rock! It mine!"

Another goblin stands nearby, holding your sword. His back is to you, and he takes a few practice swings, getting a feel for the weapon. He was likely left alone because he was the first to grab it - the other two are unarmed. But you have to get your stuff back.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

30-Jul-2015 15:22:30 - Last edited on 30-Jul-2015 15:26:19 by NotFishing

D F Angel

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You weigh your options quickly. No sword, no shield, three against one and in unfamiliar territory. However, only one of the goblins seemed to be armed- with your sword, a sword far too big for a goblin to wield effectively. All three of them seemed to have gotten themselves distracted and quite forgotten that you are even here. But them being distracted might not last- if you are to fight back, now is the only time to do it.

Making a silent prayer to Saradomin, you launch to your feet. The goblin with your sword has its back turned to you, and although you're not an expert at goblin biology, you do believe you know the right place to strike at it. Your curled fist crashes right between the green thief's legs, whilst your left arm grips at its malnourished shoulder. You turn the momentum of the punch into an upwards lift before slamming the goblin to the ground. Dazed, un-jewelled and utterly bamboozled, the goblin drops the sword.

Grabbing it and quickly pivoting, you turn to face the two fighting over the shield. Seeing that you now have a weapon they panic, tug harder, and snap the wooden device in half.

"Heh, look, we have Shield of Arrav!" Snickered the one on the right. The one on the left gave its companion a sideways glance. "That's a bit of an obscure reference for a pair of goblins to be making," he noted. The one on the right huffed, offended, and uttered: "You know Grubfoot's species, not Grubfoot's story."

Story or no story, you know how to plunge a sword into a goblin throat. The second goblin, the one that wasn't Grubfoot, turned and ran as his accomplice choked in his own blood. You're just about to turn when the original goblin dived on your back, recovered from the critical hit you'd delivered.

The goblin that had ran away ran back to call you a noob whilst you wrestled with the abomination on your back, swinging your sword behind your head to bury it in the goblin's skull.

The goblin that had ran away and returned ran away again.
Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

16-Sep-2015 00:12:00 - Last edited on 16-Sep-2015 00:12:53 by D F Angel

Doom 5500

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Chaos. Around you, groaning and squealing, goblins slip from the underbrush and flee. There is a brief moment of panic -- hovels abandoned, kin forgotten -- and suddenly, silence.

You stand alone, bleeding and bruised. Your shadow stretches away to the east, playing over the dark waters of the Lum. The river moves unabated, catching the last rays of sunlight in its current.

You follow it for a while, lost in thought. Mud and bones squelch beneath your boots and the iron sword feels heavy in your hand. You examine it carefully: it is undamaged but stained with blood.

Curious.

Briefly, you wonder where the river leads. This place is strange and new; you cannot remember how you arrived in Lumbridge, or where you had been before. But the river seems familiar -- and so does the sword. Its heft, its balance. Swinging it had felt so natural to your muscles, your body anticipating every blow. Grip, choke up on the handle, parry to the right --

"Stop."

A man steps into view, his face in shadow. He has a cloth sack slung over his shoulder and a scythe in his left hand; a farmer.

"This is my land. What's your business here?"

28-Nov-2015 21:31:40

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