RuneScape Fanatic Fiction

Greenborne- Only the Best

"Greetings, fellow great and strong warrior," an overly enthusiastic and heroic voice called out. "I trust you seek membership to our fine establishment for only the greatest and most proven champions of the realm." The words sparked an interest in the lunatic, although not the kind thought by the guild master.

"Proven, say ya?" inquired the maniac with a sly grin. "And what labors must one complete to claim this honor?"

"Oh, only the greatest known," assured the hero. "Why, in one venture, ingredients for a cake must be collected. Another involves cross dressing." He laughed heartily. "Yes, they are tales that will live around the fireside for ages to come." Although his smile stayed, Bimblesnaff's brows arched with unease.

"Ya're... ya're just a sadistic bastard, ain't ya?" The broad side of his head was met with the broad side of a sword.

"Hush, fool, else you will spoil my fun," the alleged hero whispered.

"Well, then, I guess the reward fer paradin' oneself around as an ass must be pretty invitin' if ya ever got anyone to join this 'fine' establishment."

"Oh, quite," bolstered the man, returning to his loud tone. "Why, we have a chicken coop of legend! And a stove... of legend! And this fine door which keeps out the knaves."

"I assume the door is o' legend, too?" flatly questioned Greenborne.

"No, unfortunately it is not," sadly told the guild master. "Apparently, they only let you have two legendary objects in one building. I just do not understand this land's building codes at all!"

"There's a lot of things I dun really get about here," muttered Bimblesnaff while walking away.