Hey guys, Im new to the forum but Im really into RS and the storyline so here is my first attempt at a RP story, Enjoy.
(And Thanks Jaron.. Would appreciate a comment on my story though
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Prolouge
(This is the place..) A man walked into the empty Zamorak Church in Varrock.
(He has to be here somewhere.) The man walked into the sideroom of the house.
A slight whimper coming from a pile of sacks in the corner caught his attention.
He walked to it and gave it a nudge. When nothing happened he kicked it.
Another whimper. He reached into one of the sacks and pulled out a frail man in red robes.
"P-Please don't hurt me.." The monk of Zamorak visibly shook with fear. The man pulled out a poisened Dragon Dagger. "Tell me what you know.. Or I'll start cutting off fingers."
The monk's eyes widened and he started muttering incoherently about how he was never told anything, he was just the humble servant. One gesture with the dagger and the monk screamed. "Alright, alright! I'll tell you what I know." He sighed and said:
"I only know about two, and only the name of one. The first is a Guard officer in Varrock Palace. His name is Gerard something or other. He led the secret assault on the Dwarven Mine. The other is a traveler, ex-Black Knight he was living in one of the thief den's around here the last I heard.. that's all I know, now leave me alone!" The man seemd to ponder this, then nodded and promptly sliced the monk's throat. With that he stepped out and headed for the hideout of the Phoenix gang.
Part One: A Murderers Judgement.
"Kaleb Drakaris, you have been accused with the murder of several of Varrock's populace along with many accounts of thieving and looting. How do you plead?"
Kaleb stood in the middle of varrock castle Courtyard, where he was being judged by the king for his crimes. "Ive been caught before Roald, Ive even gone so far as hanging by the neck.. But I always escape mate, I will again." King Roald looked uncomfortable.
"I reapeat, how do you plead?" Kaleb grinned from under his hood. "Guilty.."
The crowd gasped. "Well then Kaleb, I sentence you in the name of justice to fifteen years in the federal prison of Port Sarim." Kaleb just grinned and whipped out a Dragon dagger from his cloak and sliced the two Guards' throats then promptly threw it at the King, another Guard jumped in front of his lord and died himself. The king looked up and was already shouting orders but it was too late.. Kaleb Drakaris was once again gone.
Part Two: Blast from the Past.
Kaleb was running away from Varrock at full speed. He jumped over the Wilderness ditch
and kept running until he reached a moat of lava surrounding a temple. He jumped over the lava and entered the temple. It was abandoned, or it was after Kaleb killed the monks living there. He dropped his backpack next to the altar and took off his heaviest armor.
Laying his sword at his side he lay down on the bedroll and fell asleep.
"So, you are the blessed?" Kaleb's eyes flashed open and he jumped up, Dragon Longsword in hand. Before him stood an old man, tall with a gray beard and black robes.
"Who are you?" The old man laughed. "I would think you recognized me Kaleb.."
Kaleb's eyes narrowed. "Help me remember." The old man pointed at a small object hanging around Kaleb's neck. "That talisman.. Is mine." Kaleb growled deep in his throat and brandished his sword. "Zaros..."
Zaros grinned evily and held out his hand. "Like I said, you are the blessed."
Kaleb spat. "Blessed? Is that what you call it?"
"You are needed Kaleb.. It is time for you to discover the full extent of your power."
Zaros handed Kaleb a scroll. " Kaleb carefully took it and read it over.
"You want me to do this?" Zaros nodded. " If you do aid us in our efforts.. We might consider discussing taking our gift back." Kaleb thougt for a second, then nodded and said:
"I'll do it.. Anything to get rid of this thing."
Part Three: Old wounds.
Samantha was running around her house trying to find her Amulet of Glory.
"Oh I can´t find anything in here anymore.." She had turned everything upside down and inside out. "Oh dear I am so late." Samantha had a meeting with a White Knight Officer
Tiffy something or other.. He said he had an offer for her. She was excited, a little too excited perhaps. Sam's whole life she had dreamt of becoming a Knight, not very usual for most girls or even women but it was a dream nonetheless. If only she could find her Amulet.
Sam, living in Ardougne, wasn´t very keen on walking all the way to Falador.
A sudden knock on her door startled her. She opened the door and gasped.
A tall man dressed in full rune armor holding a Dragon longsword stood there.
His armor was half covered by a long, flowing black cloak and his face hidden in shade by a hood. But Sam could recognize that man anywhere. "Kaleb?" The man nodded.
"Hello Samantha." Sam slowly let him in. "I-I haven´t seen you in.. 15 years!"
Kaleb nodded again. "Long time.." Sam had recovered mostly from her shock and now anger started burning in her soul. "You left me! All those years ago you left me to rot in that hellhole we called home!" Kaleb shook his head sadly. "You don't understand, if you just let me explain.." Sam was furious now, her anger fueled by years of hate.
"I will not, now get out of my house or Im calling the City Guard!" She grabbed a crossbow of her mantle and pointed it at Kaleb. "Out..Now!" Sighing Kaleb backed out of the doorway.
"Very well.. I will see you later then, Sam." And then, he was gone. Sam closed the door and wondered for a moment if she had just imagined that visit. Turning around she spotted
her Amulet of Glory on the mantlepiece. Sighing heavily she grabbed and teleported to Draynor Village.
