Judith verne was a young barbarian son of rajaredhilu, the barbarian lord. Jude as all the other barbarians called was a scrawny olive skinned boy with black curly hair he resembled a way smaller and sickly version of his father.
ch. 2
The barbarians hated magic and the heathen ways of runecrafting the barbarians were in the middle of a war with the magick men of Gielinor, and jude was stuck in the middle of it being the son of one of the barbarian lords. Judes dad did not want judith to live anymore, he says he discraces his people.
ch. 3
so judes dad told him he had a chance to prove himself he told him to take a young plantoon of fremminik warriors up the salve river to the wizards south of varrock and to make battle with them. This was my chance to prove myself thought jude
ch. 4
it was a cold morning as the young plantoon of soilders made their way up the salve. only coughing and shivering could be heard over the oars which propelled the watercraft forward.
ch. 5
"we here" said jude as they boarded the rivers edge. "storm the shore" said jude. bam a fire bolt hit a young soldier tearing his guts all across the river. the mages were waiting for them. "get out of the boat" they all scrambled out but they were getting barraged by spells. jude clambered behind a bush and peered above it torn up soilders were laying strewn across the coast. spells were flying everywhere bodies were flying. Jude stayed behind the bush looking up in the sky rocking back and forth blood platting on his face. His body turned numb he couldnt breathe or hear his skin felt to tight for his body. He cried out for saradomin but he wasnt there. A young mage with a snapped wand moved toward him and stabbed him in the shoulder with his wand. Jude couldnt feel anything he pulled out the wand and stabbed it into the side of the mages neck. He sobbed and stabbed him repeatedly mutilating his flesh ripping gouges into his body. He looked around the battlefield ripped pieces of flesh lay everywhere men were unrecognizable and half burnt. People he knew as a child lay dead on the ground cold and lifeless. Death was everywhere people turned to animals and killed each in a frenzy of bloodlust. He stumbled across the battlefield. There was no victory for anyone. both sides lost. He picked up a fallen blade and plunged it into his side and tore it down his body spilling his guts onto the hard ground. He fell onto the field of battle and never got up.