Chapter 1
New Heroes,
old places
Antiqua sighed, as he slumped to the
ground. It had been a long, long day. He was standing in the centre
of Varrock, which was, as far as he could tell, the only
half-civilised place in this forsaken kingdom.
He had been searching for a guide to take him to Draynor Mansion. He had met several people who were quite willing to help him, but as soon as he mentioned Draynor Mansion, people seemed to remember appointments with Coldfire the Saviour, or Baal the bloodthirsty.
Antiqua had been recruited to a sacred brotherhood of the guard, known only as NGoR. His first duty was to right the wrongs of Draynor Mansion. He had gone through hell to be accepted, thanks to one extremely strict instructor, known as DJ Master. However, he had finally been accepted, and then dropped here, with no way of getting around. He decided to try one last time before giving up, so he yelled, "Paying good gold to be shown to Draynor Manor!"
As he was about to turn away, he saw someone walking towards him, staring purposefully at him.
"Hi. I'm Hellhound89. But u can call me Nick."
Antiqua was dumbstruck, and so Nick continued.
"So, I hear
you are looking for a guide? I have to go to the Wizards Tower on
business. But Draynor Mansion is on the way. I could take you there
if you like."
"Y-yes, that would b-be good. My name is
Antiqua."
Nick turned, and started to walk off, so Antiqua ran hurriedly after him.
"Now, I just have to stop by the bank and pick up a few things first," explained Nick, over his shoulder, "Then we will be on our way."
As Nick withdrew a few items, Antiqua sat on the bench, waiting, and wondering. "What business could Nick have at the Wizards Tower?"
Nick walked over, jolting Antiqua out of his thoughts.
"Alright,
ready to go... Aren't you getting anything? Any armour or
anything?" Nick asked.
"Nope. All I need, I am
holding," said Antiqua, brandishing his little wooden
staff.
At the same time... deep in the earth...
"Soon, the mortals will come, and we will have our way with them."