Legal stuff: if runescape was mine, I wouldn't have put in the update that dosnt allow people to give others free stuff.
Through the eyes of a Runescape Assassin…Chapter 1
It was a truly fine summers day in the land of Varrok, everyone was either walking through the land taking in the sights of this extraordinary day, or engaging in training exercises to help them prepare for dangerous tasks that lie a head of them.
It was just west of Varrok where our story begins its tale, for a very mighty warrior has decided to take a holiday away from his many dangerous doings and relax in the sport of fishing. It was there that a group of three vagrent beggers came, three of which looking as though they had not bathed in months, eaten in days, yet the fourth looked somewhat healthyer then the rest…
Bob(Begger1): Excuse me sir? Would you be so kind as to spare me and my brothers with some spare change? We havn't eaten in three days you see, and we fear that we may starve to death soon.
Bruce(Mighty Fighter): I have no time to worry about the feeding of vagrent beggers, be off or you shall meet your dying day sooner then you expect to.
So the small group of vagrents began to walk away, and a new group of people came and began fishing as well, Bruce did not at all mind as long as they did not ask him for anything.
Little did Bruce know that there were only three true vagrents in the group he turned away, the one called Vann, made the short walk to the area just under the Barbarians Village bridge, it was here that he threw off his begger disquise, and withdrew a black short bow, with arrows painted black and tipped with a deadly poison. He thought…
Vann: Alright, after this I'm going to have to ask for better work.
He made his way slowly through the shadows of the underside of the bridge, making sure he had a clear view of his target before he armed an arrow, giving the rest of the beggers a signal, he waited for the right moment.
Bruce was enjoying the coolness of the waterside mixed with the heat of the day, as of yet he had caught 12 bass, and was about to cast out again when he noticed that the vagrents had returned, yet the one that he thought strange was no longer among them…
Bob: Please sir, we have lost one of our brothers, and only wish for enough to eat for today.
Tom: Sir the younger man with us does not speak, he is ill and he needs food if he ever wishes to get his streangth up again.
Bruce: Do you really think that I could care for a group of beggers that could just pass on the moment after they have bought food with the money that I have spared them? No your compatriot was only the first to leave, and if you are to keep pestering me, I shall finish you myself.
With that, Bruce turned back towards his rod'n'real, and at just the moment when his hair came into place from the wind of his turning, an arrow was shot in his direction and struck him through the juggular vain, as he stood in shock over what happened, he felt another arrow peirce through his heart.
When the vagrents were shure of his death they pillaged him for money, his steel dagger, a cantein of water, and walked off with his catch.
As people were beginning to crowd around, in all the confusion, Vann mett with the vagrents and presented them with five-hundred gold coins on top of what they took from Bruce.
Authors Note: O.K. so what do you think? This is my first fic, so if you think I should continue it then let me no, R'n'R please.
