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So at school we have just hit our 4th quarter, and that means that for English we are now doing creative writing. During this time our English teacher is having us do a lot of creative writing by just giving us simple prompts and topics to right our own stories. Now this means because I am a total N.E.R.D. I will mostly be writing about various RuneScape stories! Some of which I will then turn into complete quests that I will put on the RSOF =P So if things go well this should be updated every mon-fri.

Stories

The Owner’s Story
Based on: The Wife’s Story
Subject: Point Of View
Written on: 4/14/2011

Cyrirus and the Wise Old Man
Based on: Thunder cave
Subject: Point Of View
Written on: 4/21/2011

Cyrirus and the Wise Old Man
Based on: Thunder cave
Subject: Point Of View
Written on: 4/21/2011



Greetings adventurer. I have grown into an old man. But over the years I have seen and done much more than anyone would expect. From battling giant dragons and trolls, to losing a very close friend. I have fond memories of many of my adventures, but none of my memories stick with me like that night. Let me tell you about it.

It was a dark rainy day. I sat upstairs in my house and was looking out the window. I had just recently purchased a telescope and was see just how good it worked by pointing it to the Wizards Tower. As I was peering through the telescope I saw something strange. I quickly moved my telescope to the area where I saw it. It was a young boy, maybe around 10 years old. He reminded of me when I was his age, swinging around a small wooden sword. I just sat there for a while, just watching him play. After a while he put down his sword and went to the nearby water with a fishing rod and started to fish. That’s when it happened. Behind him three men started to sneak up behind him. It was an odd group, one of them; the biggest was dressed in heavy iron armor and held in his hand a large hammer. Then there was the next one. He looked like one of them wizards from the tower, dressed in blue robes and held a long staff in his hand. And finally there was the smallest one, who simply held a bow made from an oak tree. Slowly they snuck up behind the young boy. When they got close I could tell that the boy could hear something. But it was too late. Quickly the wizard smacked his staff into the boys back. The boy quickly fell to the ground. When he did the warrior slammed his large hammer into the poor boy who laid there defenseless. The boy curled up into a ball but the three men continued to hit him until the boy completely stopped moving. After which they took all that the boy owned and ran away.

After this happened I fell back into my bed, stunned at what I just seen. No one seemed to have seen it, and those who did just didn’t care. I wanted to rush to the boy’s aid but the town guards already have their eyes locked on me from my previous adventures. I just laid there in bed, trying to think of what I should do. I felt bad for the boy. But I knew that if the guards saw me with a battered boy like that I would certainly be put into the pillory. After a few hours I got up to check on the boy, I was stunned to see that he had just disappeared. I quickly grabbed my godly staff and ran out to the water where the boy had been attacked. When I got there all I saw was blood and vomit splattered around the grass. I became very worried about what happened to the boy.

I had been the only one to see what happened, so I started to ask around the village to find out if anyone knew what happened to the boy. No one seemed to know. The guards were of no help either. The farmers here have a serious problem with thieves. It seems like people from all over the world people come here just to steal the farmers seeds. Because of this the guards were too busy trying to protect the farmers that they didn’t see anyone be attacked.

I started to search, near and far to see what happened to the boy. On my adventures I would ask everyone I helped if they knew what happened to the boy. Apparently brutal attacks like that are rather common in some places, so picking one boy out of the crowd isn’t very easy to do. I searched near and far from the Mort Myre swamp, to the shores of Pictorius. After many years I gave up searching for the young boy. I knew that after all these years the boy would have been either dead or so different I would never be able to find him.

It has been a very long time since I have up my search for the boy. After a while I became more used to not looking for him. I can finally sit in my house and think about all the adventures I have had in my life, and what adventures are in store for the future. But there is one problem. There is an adventure that pops his head in my door every so often. He calls himself a master adventurer, although he has nothing on me. Sometimes he is a pain, always asking me to check his bank for useless items, or interrogating me over that Draynor bank robbery that I had nothing to do with. But he doesn’t always cause problems, he has also been a big help. He did give me back the love of my life, and brought me along on one of his epic quests. One day as we sat around reminiscing about our past adventures he told me about this one person he met. He called the man Cyrisus. He found him in quite a bit of trouble after the man was trapped in the rune essence mines on Lunar Isle. The man seemed to have quite a few mental issues. Even though he was one of the most powerful men in all the land he was terrified by most monsters and became so strong only because he killed millions of chickens. Cyrisus was traumatized of monsters because of very gruesome dreams he had as a young boy. The adventurer did all that he could to help the man become capable of standing up to even the largest of monsters. And with the help of the Moonclan the monsters in his dreams were defeated and Cyrisus was able to finally live his life without fear.

It seemed very likely that Cyrisus was the young boy who was attacked all those years ago, and that the monsters in his dreams were what his young brain imagined the men who attacked him looked like. I wanted to know more about him, and to finally meet him. The adventurer told me about some of the things that Cyrisus did after the monsters were defeated. The more the adventurer said, the more amazing the man seemed. My interest grew and grew until the final story.

In one of the adventurer’s quests he teamed up with the greatest fighters from across the land to battle and defeat the evil and powerful mahjarrat Lucien. Lucien is an extremely powerful mahjarrat and even with all these warriors they just couldn’t handle him. Although the adventurer was able to escape, the others weren’t that lucky. They were all brutally slaughtered, including Cyrisus.

After hearing this from the adventurer I was very upset to not have been able to meet Cyrisus, however from the stories I can tell that he died for a noble cause and even though he was attacked by those men as a young boy I could tell that he had a great life.