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JASUTEN: EARTH'S EDGE
Introduction:
A brave adventurer is called forth into the unexplored world west of the elven lands to find a mysterious, powerful person. He discovers a strange country driven into poverty by a foolish king, a mountain range that's very dimensions are unstable and prone to tearing, and an all-too-familiar face...
Quick Notes:
Although I have currently done every quest in the game, I am not caught up on specific details. I have not done any outside reading. So, if any character is familiar in personality or physical appearance to some other character, let me assure you that it was not intentional, especially in Jasuten's case.
Also, if there are some plot holes caused by pre-existing backstory not present in the game, do let me know, but be nice about it.
The story is designed in a way so one could theoretically play it as a Runescape quest. Even if that never happens, do just try to have fun.

11-Feb-2012 01:38:10 - Last edited on 11-Feb-2012 22:42:33 by King Jotun

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CHARACTER BIOS:
Jasuten:
Unbelievably, he's the main character. The intended goal with Jasuten was to create a dark-hearted character whose evil was designed to actually be beneficial to those he governs as despot. He's rewarding to those who aid him and not just a blood-hungry tyrant who discards logic in favor of blowing stuff up.
Luce:
The heroine of the story. She assists Jasuten with his goals and sees the goodness in his evilness. She's a devout follower of Zaros, so she has access to advanced ancient magic and curses.
King Louis Wolfheart:
The main villain. He's a virtuous man who would be the hero of some other epic quest if not for his Achilles' Heel: His paranoia. His fear of losing power causes him to distort his good traits until he becomes villainous. He also can't rule a country at all.
The Light Warriors:
A specially-selected group of warriors created by King Louis to enforce his policies and maintain order. They are the only foes who can even stand up to our heroes. They consist of Harrison the Knight, Lucas the Magician, Hamill the Ranger and Carrie the Hybrid. No bonus points for guessing where their names came from.
King Jotun:
Me, standing in as the adventurer character and showcasing how such a story could be reworked into the game itself. I have no motivation outside of getting my quest cape back.

11-Feb-2012 01:39:06 - Last edited on 11-Feb-2012 02:11:46 by King Jotun

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The brave adventurer walked through the dig site area, pondering all the hardships he had been through. He stared down at the sword in his hand, the tip of the blade wider than the hilt. He held a piece of his blood-red cape in his hands, pondering how he liked the look of his white cape better.
Yet, duty calls.
He slid down a shaft and into a temple area. He approached an archeologist, adjusting his silly cap as need be. ”Hello, Azzanadra,” he began. “You need anything?”
“You adventurers have the oddest knack for showing up exactly when you’re needed,” the archeologist responded. “Recently, I have received a message from Lord Zaros.”
“Really?” asked the adventurer. “What did he have to say? Was it good are bad?”
“It could go either way,” said Azzanadra. “It’s rather hard to describe, so step up to the altar and receive the vision yourself, King Yo-Tun.”
Jotun stepped forward to the altar and got onto his knees, feeling Zaros’ dark power flow into him. Then, it began.

He found himself on a desolate plane, a gray field with a dismal sky and nothing to be seen but ruins and oddly-shaped yet dead trees. He looked around and saw… nothing. Nothing but the rubble of what might have been a tower or outpost at some point.
“Lovely,” remarked Jotun. “I haven’t seen landscape this cheery since Kethsi.” He plodded toward at the ruins, his shield with its ghastly aegis raised. However, he soon relaxed. What was there to be afraid of?
He then saw three figures in the distance. He hid himself among the ruins and watched as they approached. One hooded figure dashed forward. He was about half a foot taller than a human. His hood completely covered his face. His robes were a darker gray, save for a white double helix on his front and the black cuffs on his sleeves.

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Then, the two figures chasing him, much taller than the Helix man, launched blasts of energy at the man’s feet, making him lose his footing and land on the ground face-first. He turned onto his back and propped himself up to face his enemies, although his hood still hid his face.
“Bah, what a weak coward,” growled one of the larger hooded men. “You are as much a disgrace as your kin.”
“Only a fool would attempt to fight an enemy he cannot win, let alone two,” growled the Helix man. His voice was deep and gravely, not anything like the loud, over-the-top voices of the other two. The two’s voices reminded Jotun of an idiotic general he had beaten easily at one point. “Or do you forget what happened to your friends?”
“I’m not sure if you noticed, but your mother was the one we ended,” taunted one of the large figures.
“I'm not sure if you noticed, but she also killed many of your friends,” the Helix man scowled back. The two large figures prepared two more bursts of energy and aimed them at the Helix man as he crawled back, stumbling, trying to get to his feet.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake. Jotun fell out of his hiding place, landing in full view of everyone, but no one paid him mind as cracks tore through the ground.
Then, something even stranger happened, something Jotun had only seen done once. The fabric of the world tore open behind the Helix man, revealing a dark-blue, chaotic area. He stumbled into the empty space, screaming as he disappeared from sight. Soon after he fell through, the fabric restored itself, leaving no trace that it had ever been there.
“Where did he go?” cursed one of the figures. “He was going to be so much fun, too.” He then stared at Jotun, lying on the ground, seemingly looking through him.

Jotun suddenly found himself on the ground in the Senntisten temple, fine as can be. He got back up to his knees.

11-Feb-2012 01:39:08 - Last edited on 04-Mar-2012 06:37:17 by King Jotun

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“That was something else, indeed, but how could they speak the same language as me despite living on a completely different dimensional plane?” Jotun asked.
“Zaros altered the vision so you could comprehend it,” explained Azzanadra. “King Jotun, Zaros is interested in this figure with the double helix marking, and I think you might be able to guess at who it may be yourself.”
“Um, I really can’t,” responded King Jotun. “I’ve never seen someone with that design on their back.”
“Whatever the case, take this map,* said Azzanadra. “Zaros relayed me the coordinates of where this figure will appear. He wishes one of his own to travel to this location, but I need to stay here in case of the worst, since many of our mutual enemies still roam this land. I have a device similar to a Commorb here that you may use to contact me while you travel to this location to establish contact with this person. ”
“I have nothing better to do, so why not?* answered Jotun, taking the possessions from Azzanadra. He stared at the map, which showed a land mass far to the west of even Isafdar. It was completely blank and showed very little of the inland. “I guess this is an area not even Zaros is familiar with?”
“He has some recollections of the land, but they are very faint,” responded Azzanadra. “You should be mostly among allies. Just explain your mission from Zaros to them.”
“Okay, then,” said Jotun. “I’ll contact you when I get to this land.”

Jotun watched the landscape as the charter ship crewmembers shuffled about, tending to the constant needs of the vessel. Jotun’s money pouch was considerably lighter after paying the charter ship to sail to the unknown, but at least he was on his way to wherever this place was.
Days passed uneventfully as the charter crew’s grumbling became more vocal. The horizon never changed from blue water, and it seemed as if nothing would ever come of this. Perhaps he was sailing in the wrong direction?

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One night, Jotun awoke from his hammock to a strange roar. He quickly put on his armor and grabbed some supplies from a chest nearby; electricity was building in the air. He quickly walked up onto the deck of the ship, where he saw the other charter crewmembers, looking around in fear as the roaring grew louder… and closer.
“To think I only had twenty-three years until retirement,” whined a crewmember.
“I have some experience with giant sea-monsters,” Jotun offered to the captain. “Can I help in any way?”
“No,* whimpered the captain. “This ship is not equipped to deal with such a threat. We’re just going to have to hope that it-”
A strange, dark shape burst through the floor and quickly swallowed the captain whole and alive. It roared triumphantly in the air as more of its long bulk started wrapping around the ship, constricting it like a snake constricts its prey. Its giant head leaned down to stare into Jotun’s eyes, and he was surprised to stare at the face of a Strike-Wyrm, but one not like any he had ever seen before.
He pulled out his sword and charged at the beast, shoving his blade deep into the Wyrm. It roared in indignation as he pulled out the blade and it disappeared from sight back down its hole.
However, its body still remained on the ship. Jotun rolled out of the way right as it burst through the floor where he just was. It let out an ear-piercing wail and started spitting up acid, aiming it at Jotun. Jotun quickly brought his shield up and protected his eyes from the ranged attack and sent a prayer to the gods before the Wyrm shot a ball of energy at him. The ball of energy bounced right off him and grazed the side of the Wyrm’s head, making it again shriek in anger.
Jotun backed into the constricting body and was distracted just long enough for the Wyrm to grab him and toss him around like a rag doll. He was thrown across the deck and was just able to regain his balance before falling into the water.

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“That’s it!” he roared. “Disrupt!” He raised his blade to the sky and lightning shot down, hitting the Wyrm right in its left eye. It let out a final scream before finally collapsing, electrocuted.
“I’m quite a shocking fellow,” proclaimed Jotun. The crewmembers drowning in the water below him grimaced in pain. He panted a little before pulling out and downing a yellow potion to heal his wounds from the beast.
He then saw a bulge travelling up the Wyrm’s throat. Out came the captain, crawling his way out of the Wyrm’s corpse. “Gaaaaaah!” he screamed in pain. Gods, that burns!” He leapt into the sea and climbed out moments later, the digestive juices washed off his body.
“Still, thank you for saving me from this sea beast,” said the captain. “The things I was bumping into in her stomach would make you turn white. Well, whiter.”
“I’m sure,” replied Jotun, “but your crew has drowned and the boat is starting to sink! What are we going to do?”
“There’s a coast nearby,” said the captain. “Swim to there! Quickly!”
“Aren’t you coming with me?” asked Jotun.
“No, the captain must go down with his ship. Plus, this is one memory I don't want to live with.”
So, the ship sank into the depths. Jotun’s strength saved him from being pulled underwater as the ship disappeared into the murky waters, and his strength continued to aid him as he pulled himself through the water.
After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled himself onto the shore. It was only here that he realized that his Commorb was gone, lost to the ocean. He was completely alone in an alien place. He collapsed onto the ground, unable to move as he saw a strange woman approaching.
“Hvat þrumði fram austrvegr fjara?” said the woman.

11-Feb-2012 01:42:04 - Last edited on 03-Mar-2012 23:33:31 by King Jotun

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Jotun came to in a strange house, built out of a cave, it seemed. He pulled himself out of bed and watched as the woman from earlier approached. She had darker skin, with ink-black hair and equally dark eyes.
“It’s good to see that you’re up,” she said. “I certainly did not expect to find a… whatever nationality you are on the beach.”
“I come from lands far to the east,” explained Jotun. “Wait a minute. When I got onto the beach, you were speaking some weird foreign language, but now you’re speaking like me!”
“I just used my magic so that all of my people’s language sounds like your mother tongue,” explained the woman. “Your brain does mental gymnastics to make it appear that my mouth is moving to your words, even though I’m still speaking my own language. Also, when you face me, you’re speaking my own language. You can easily talk to anyone around here.”
“There’s a spell I need to learn,” pondered Jotun. “I’ve forgotten to introduce myself. I am King Jotun, butch servant of Guthix and general adventurer.”
“I am Luce, citizen of Earth’s Edge,” replied the woman. “Guthix. There’s a name not uttered in this country for eons.”
Jotun figured out the obvious but still continued his questioning. “Earth’s Edge?”
“This is a colony established long ago, during the Third Age,” explained Luce. “I’m not a historian, but I believe the general story is that Zaros established a colony of artisans far away from the battlefield so he could leave a minimal amount of guard here and still receive supplies of weapons and armor. However, we eventually lost contact with him; he stopped heeding our prayers besides when we were in battle and his influence seemed to fade. Our protectors left to find out why.”
“Zaros was banished from this plane by Zamorak,” Jotun admitted sadly. “Not even other Zarosian followers remember this place.”

11-Feb-2012 01:42:30 - Last edited on 03-Mar-2012 23:34:01 by King Jotun

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“As much as this is terrible news, we have still survived without help from our lord for ages,” commented Luce. “His magic lies in our mind and his curses in our hearts. While exploring your mind and implanting the knowledge of my language, I saw you also have discovered them, albeit in more primitive forms.”
“Yes, but how I came across them is a story for another day,” said Jotun. “I actually came here because one of Zaros’ still-loyal servants has managed to contact him. He sensed a vision of someone coming into this world from a land of chaos and he wants me to rendezvous with him, I guess to keep him from going to the wrong side.”
“I think I can help you there,” said Luce. “As we are on the edge of existence, the mountains are very unstable. We get all sorts of exotic creatures from rifts in the fabric of space and time that form here.”
“Amazing!” exclaimed Jotun. “Thanks for your help, but I’ll take my leave now."
*You will not go there alone,” said Luce. “The mountains are a dangerous place for someone alone. Also, if this person is powerful enough for our Lord to worry about, I think he may be able to help me out as well.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Jotun.
“That, too, is a story for another day,” responded Luce.
So, the duo set out for the mountains. Jotun used a magic bank chest to put away some possessions and suddenly realized that he now had knowledge of a new teleport spell, possibly implanted into him by Luce. It took a chaos rune and a law rune. It would be useful if he wished to return, especially since his charter was gone, if he were to switch to his Zarosian spellbook.

Eventually they arrived at the mountains. Luce was clad in strange, armored robes, not unlike the robes of Ahrim. She held a staff with the symbol of Zaros, but this staff seemed brand-new, as opposed to the ancient staves found over in the old world.

11-Feb-2012 01:42:57 - Last edited on 03-Mar-2012 23:42:19 by King Jotun

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The two of them slowly trekked up the trail, weapons at the ready. The mountain was a bare, rocky place, and made the Death Plateau seem alive in comparison. Luce explained that the unstable fabric of the world here negatively affected the environment by making crops impossible to grow. All that existed here came from another plane of existence.
This was confirmed when Jotun rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a gorak. He kept it at bay, but the kill was made by Luce, who pierced the gorak through its head with a javelin of ice. Jotun pondered the strength and malleability of her magic before continuing on.
They came to a dead-end, but then suddenly heard a thump and the fizzling of a portal. They both looked up at the top of the cliff that surrounded them, unaware that another portal was forming nearby.
“Garrrgh!” yelled a raspy, rough voice from the top of the mountain. “Kde to jsem? Co se stalo?”
“That’s the voice from the vision Zaros had!” confirmed Jotun. “That must be the person I was sent to pick up! Interesting that he arrived now, though.”
“Zaros is a powerful god,” commented Luce. “It’s possible that he had his vision before the events even happened. Or, this being spent a significant period of time between worlds, slowly drifting towards the entryway to our own.”
Jotun turned around to look for a way to get up onto the cliff but froze. “What an interesting language he speaks, too,” pondered Luce. “I hope he will be able to grasp our own dialects when I implant the knowledge in him.”
“I… um… er…” stuttered Jotun.
“Even if it turns out he’s a complete weakling, he will still be a fountain of knowledge,” continued Luce. “I hope he’s an intelligent individual. Or, is he really male? Perhaps he comes from a plane of existence where deep voices are common in both genders! Or perhaps there are no genders in his world at all, and everyone is capable of reproduction by themselves?”

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