A/N: Well, this is my first-time story uusign Runescape. I do love the online game, it's so addictive. But, the characters that are being used are my sister's, and mine. She owns Hunterbeta, and I have Kiux. We were messing around about saying how our characters should fall in love, and we actually decided to type a story about it. But, everything that happens is true, with all our Mithril armor and such weapons. So, hope you enjoy!!
Despite the smoke, loud-mouthing, and the occasional whistle for attention, she sighed in solitude to herself. Pressing the cold glass against her lips before downing the rest of the bitter liquid. She set the empty glass down and let her head drop back some. Pushing her long, white hair out of her face, to reveal her slightly tanned skin. She cracked her knuckles before looking around the bar.
Plenty of people swarmed this place on Friday nights. Either for a good time or, for a date. People picked their choice normally after a few beers and dancing. It's was dark outside; the moon casting light across the deep ocean. A reflection of it's own face in some way on the rippling waves. Port Sarim was a popular place for people interested in fishing, or those who enjoyed ship rides to Karanja for some deeper-level fishing.
She herself had made quite a living on selling a few thousand lobsters to people in the wild. They needed it for cooking experience, or for a little extra, they could get them already cooked for health needs. She did her business her way, and not many people would put a toll on that. Her extreme wealth could be reflected in her Mithril body suit, lacking the full helm, mainly because she didn't like the fact of having her head crammed in a bucket for hours at a time during combat. Her Mithril scimitar was strapped at her side, while another plunder of her wealth, a 2H Adamant sword rested at ease in her bank.
It wasn't as good as Rune or, Adamant, but for some of her level and status, it was an early bloomer kind of thing.
She should really start heading back, but she had about 5 thousand with her, and the beer was cheap. Not to mention she didn't have much else planned for tomorrow. A few errands to run, and maybe a few lobsters to catch if she wished too.
"Hunter," she looked up at her name, and watched as the Bartender placed a drink in front of her. A white apron covering the bar uniform, while a hair band kept her blonde locks out of her face. "There's a man over there who ordered this for you."
She chuckled to herself. "Probably, some guy who wants a cheap date."
The Bartender shrugged. "Your choice, he looks pretty nice to me."
Well, now she couldn't be a bitch and just ignore the guy. She picked up the drink and looked down the counter. Several guys were flirting with the woman around. Some of them occasionally managed to slip an arm around the shoulders. She spotted one man who caught her interest immediately. He was sitting somewhat in the darkness, at the corner of the counter. White hair falling into his face some; the faint light reflecting off his Iron suit. One hand was clutched around a beer glass, while the other rested on the bar.
She nodded at him and gave a small raise of her beer. He returned the gesture, as the two took matching drinks. She managed to down the whole thing in one drink before setting it down. Taking a loud drag of air before looking up at the man. He was gone at that point. She shrugged it off, before finishing her beer. She paid her tab before leaving the building as well. It would be a long night walk to the middle of nowhere, but she had all the moon to do so.
Really, all he had came to the bar was for a simple drink and then leave to head back to his own house. But everyone seemed a little on the tipsy side and offers to dance seemed to come from everywhere. Which was why he took a seat at the counter where all there was, was the beer. He had ordered a few drinks, but found the bitter liquid had little affect on him. Which was normal to him, since he had a track-record of drinking. Not that he ever got drunk, but he could down a few and still walk in a straight line.
Tonight was a break-through from his boring day. Running errands back and forth, while trying to mine a few ores of coal in between. Not an easy task, but it was what he was there for.
Alright he had made several advancements in his mining, finally able to buy an Adamant Pickaxe from the Dwarf Mines. It was a beautiful pickaxe, and it fit perfectly in his hands. Beauty in mining too. It definitely proved it's worth. It had taken a general amount from his bank, but nothing he couldn't make up in mining a few bars of steel and a few hours in the smiting shop.
Although he probably could smith some better armor, he really didn't do much for himself. Mining and smiting armor for the people who actually needed it. His Iron armor protected him well enough. And that was good enough for him. Better then running around in clothing. He ran a hand through his white hair before picking up his beer. Besides, who needed great armor, when you had a greater weapon.
A symbol of his struggles, and succession, a Rune mace was his prize and joy. It had taken him forever to get the money, but it was all rewarding in the end. He wouldn't trade it in for anything in the world. Not even a Scimitar, which was a common trade.
Just as he raised his glass to his lips, he noticed her. Just a few seats down the counter. White hair flowing over her shoulders. Perfectly tanned skin hidden under powerful mithril armor. A matching scimitar flashing in dim light. He had seen her face before. She was popular in the wild, and at the local stores, or back markets. She could do just about anything for you. Cook anything that was. She could get you a thousand lobsters in a matter of days, and cook a few cakes in minutes. She was highly skilled in cooking, where many others lacked. Which was why some people relied on her for health snacks.
Smiling some to himself, he finished off his beer just as the Bartender came around.
"Can I get you a refill Kiux?" she asked; he came by just enough to where the 'tenders knew his name.
"Yeah, and while you're at it, get a drink for the girl down there," he answered, nodding off to the white-haired woman.
"Hunterbeta?" she questioned after get a clear eye identification.
"Why not?" he replied with a smile. "She looks like she needs one. And why don't you put it on my tab, Alma."
She shrugged before walking off to get his orders. He watched her from the corner of his eye, trying not to look to suspicious as he chatted some with the red-head next to him. When Ama came back, she headed him his drink before walking off to the woman 'Hunterbeta'. He watched as the two chatted some, but the object of his attention laughed quietly before looking down at him. She nodded and raised her glass; he did the same.
He downed his glass in one drink, before putting it down. He watched as she was just finishing half of hers'. He threw down a few coins to pay for his drinks before disappearing off into the crowd.