RuneScape Fanatic Fiction

Greenborne- Local Threat

"Excuse me, sir, but there is somethin’ evil lurnkin' in these parts," Greenborne shouted, barging into a man's house. "'Thas been suggested that ya get someone to keep ya safe."

"What? Oh, dear me!"

"Dun ya worry," the green coated man soothed, "as long as I am here, they wun get to ya." Locking the door, he barricaded it with some nearby furniture. Not long after, there came some furious knocking on the door, but, then, came a voice familiar to the resident. "Oh, by the way, 'they' referred to the help."

Still beating harshly on the door, the sentry cried out, "Excuse me, sir, but is everything okay in there. Foul things have been afoot." The door, after some clatter, slid open and revealed Bimblesnaff.

"What's this racket now? I was already quite aware o' the threat at hand," he steamed. "Makin' me have to open the door to have to speak with ya is just makin' me more vulnerable to the danger!"

"Forgive me, sir," sternly pleaded the guard, "but it was my orders." Shortly after turning to check the next house, he realized that was not the man who normally resided in that cottage. As the thought came to him, however, there was already a clatter of shattering glass and maniacal laughter fading in the distance. Dashing into the structure, he found the place entirely ransacked and a few bones sticking up from the dirt floor. "Well, damn," cursed the centurion. "I really should have recognized him from the last time he did this," he mentally noted, "if not the dozen times before..."

"Geez, Steve, again?" a colleague questioned, coming up from behind. "You’ll be fired this time, for sure." Frowning, Steve retrieved a mug of ale from his possessions.

"Oh, look at this," he awkwardly stated, "I have some ale. I wonder who should get it?"

"What is your problem, Steve?" again asked the other guard before a blitz of fire turned him to ash and the mug was taken away by unseen forces.

Clearing his throat, Steve cried out with sincerity, "On, no! The evil forces have struck again, and even one of our own was no match for him."