Runescape- Legacy of Twins
A Ghost of Ivan fic
Ch 1- Fresh beginings?
GoI: Yeah... Random inspiration and WAY too much norse mythology. Hence the names of the characters- Fimbulvetr and Ragnarok.
Erk: If you don't like the names...
Ivan: Just be glad he didn't name them Siegmund and Sieglinde...
GoI: Siegmund and Sieglinde aren't THAT bad... okay, maybe they are.
Leon: GoI owns nothing.
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The streets of Lumbridge, which were rather busy, was crawling with inexperienced and experienced adveturers alike, some there to help those worse than they are, and some just there for a laugh at the stupidity of some. However, a short distance away from this scene, we see two novice adventurers. One of them was a girl, with shoulder length cyan hair and wearing a blue shirt that went down to a bit above her waist, and the sleeves fell to her hands loosely. She was wearing a blue skirt that just barely ended above her knees. The other figure, a man, had short hair, which was also cyan. He wore a black shirt with baggy sleeves that went to his wrists, and wore long, black pants which were baggy near the bottom of the legs. The girl's name was Fimbulvetr, and the man's was Ragnarok. They were twins, Ragnarok younger by 20 seconds. They started to head to Draynor Village, a small village north of Lumbridge. However, along the way, and argument broke out...
"What do you mean you don't want to fight!?" Ragnarok looked at his sister in shock.
Fimbulvetr meekly replied, "I don't know... I just don't want to..."
"The weak get left behind, Fim. If you're not strong, you don't have a place... Or so I've gathered so far."
"But Ragnarok, if you look at some of the other non-fighting things we could do, like woodcutting for example, we can live just as easy a life!"
"That's not the point Fim! The point is, fighting seems to be the best way."
"But the financial advisor on tutorial island said that fighting was only one of the ways to make money!"
"Arg, just shut up for a second, will you?"
"Well then what should I do!?"
"Just sit back and let me kill this goblin."
Ragnarok approached the goblin, his bronze short sword and wooden shield in hands, and deliverd a quick thrust. The sword cut through an uncovered part of the goblin, which yelped in pain. The goblin then delivered a quick punch to Ragnarok's face, which was dodged. Ragnarok the brought his sword through the goblin's head, killing it. Ragnarok found 15 coins. "See?" he said, boastfully, "Combat is the best way!"
" You're only looking at the small picture, brother." Fimbulvetr said, sighing. "That was just one goblin. There are plenty more monsters, many of them stronger than you. You could get killed."
"Yeah, well whatever."
A new voice which sounded to belong to a man spoke up, "Um... sir... Ragnarok was it?"
Ragnarok looked at the new person proudly and said, "Yeah, that's me."
"Well, I saw your battle and... to put it bluntly... you sucked."
"W-what!?!? B-but I killed it!"
"But your swordsmanship was unrefined. You showed off too many weak points. If you were fighting something more intelligent than a goblin you would have died."
"See?" Fimbulvetr said, "I told you!"
"Ahh, shut up Fim..." Ragnarok said, flustered. He than faced the man and said, "How can I get better?"
The man said, "You could train with me. Take this sword and sheild- they'll serve you better than the ones you have now."
Ragnarok picked up the light blue shortsword and the light blue kiteshield specifically designed for training. As Ragnarok was grinning at this Fimbulvetr sighed and said, "I'll do something else..."
Ragnarok looked at her and said, "C'mon Fim, you're just jealous of me!"
"I don't see how I could be jealous of such poor swordplay."
"Sh-shut up!"
The man now said, "Okay, if you're being struck by a blow like that, you should-"
Fimbulvetr was walking away from the two warriors- er, warrior and warrior-in-training, and raised her axe to a tree. "I'll show him..." she muttered as she started to hack at the tree.
Later, FImbulvetr was laying against a tree as Ragnarok finished his training. "Hey Fim!" Ragnarok called to her, "Why do you look so tired?"
Fimbulvetr didn't bother to look up at him as she said, "I was woodcutting."
Ragnarok looked at her, a sneer on his face. "How many did you get?" He said mockingly, "Five?"
Fimbulvetr sighed and said, "No, maybe about a hundred."
Ragnaroks facial expression was shocked. "H-how did you-" He managed to stammer.
"It was kind of hard not to when you were spending so much time training."
"Well I got better!"
"Uh huh. Sure you did. Now 'Oh mighty warrior' please protect me as we go to Varrok."
"'Mighty Warrior', huh? I could get used to that!"
"... I was being sarcastic."
"... Oh. Well, why are we going to Varrok?"
"The inn in Draynor is booked, and Falador is probably booked too. The Blue Moon Inn in Varrok is probably the largest inn in all of Misthalin, so it's bound to have space."
"But why can't we go check in Falador first?"
"We are. Falador is closer, but the Rising Sun inn is usually pretty packed with miners."
"OK, I see your point."
The duo left on their trip to Varrok. However, along the way, Ragnarok wanted to test his skills. As a Highwayman jumped from the bushes, barely missing Ragnarok, Ragnarok drew his sword and shield. Ragnarok fought with some grace. Stab, block, stab, slash, and other moves. However, the highwayman managed to cause Ragnarok to lose grip on his sword, sending it flying. As the bandit was about to deliver the final blow, he fell over dead, an arrow protruding from his neck. Ragnarok turned to see Fimbulvetr standing there, holding a bow. Ragnarok asked shocked, "I thought you weren't going to fight?!"
Fimbulvetr just smirked and said, "I wasn't going to fight, just defend myself... and you."
Ragnarok merely sighed and unearthed his sword from where it landed. They then started heading to Falador. By the time they got there, it was almost night. The sun was setting, and miners were returning to the inn for a good nights sleep. Fimbulvetr went off to the inn, but not before taking the pouch of money from Ragnarok. "Behave yourself, alright?" She said as she walked towards the inn.
Ragnarok merely sighed and waited in Falador square, looking at the White Knight's castle. Fimbulvetr then came out and said, "They're all booked. We'd better hurry to Varrok."
They started running over to Varrok, passing through the mountains containing the Dwarf Mines. "We should stop there someday." Fimbulvetr said.
"Why?" Ragnarok asked.
"To mine some ore to get better weapons. What else could we do there?"
"I dunno, kill stuff?"
"Just shut up."
They ran through Barbarian village, luckily without getting attacked much, and finally made it to Varrok's west entrance. Ragnarok sighed and said, "Finally! Where's this... uh... something moon-"
"Blue Moon Inn." Fimbulvetr interrupted "It's in southern Varrok."
"Sweet!"
They walked to the Blue Moon Inn and there was rooms available. They didn't have enough money for two rooms, so they settled with one. Which had two beds, of course. They lied on the beds a drifted to sleep.
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GoI: I know it's kinda rushed, but I'm sure it'll get better!
Judas: Yeah... you think that...
Leon: If you want your character to be added, include this in your review:
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GoI: R&R please?