Greetings, I'm FinnKillian, and I'm new to Gielinor. Pull up a seat. This one's on me. Stout or Lager?
What brings me to Misthalin? Well, I was helping out with the Troll situation in Burthorpe, but they decided, quite abruptly that they didn't need my services anymore. Apparently I let my union dues lapse or something. Anyway, I found myself hanging out in Lumbridge and quite bored. Like any good bored adventurer, I decided to make my way to the local cemetery. This turned out to be advantageous, because I ran into an older woman, named Xenia. She seemed quite interesting, but we lacked time to get acquainted. Apparently some woman, Ilona, had run afoul of some cultists and was being dragged to her doom in the catacombs. I was about to tell Xenia that this kind of thing seems to happen in old cemeteries like this when she mentioned that she used to be an adventurer, like me. I half expected her to tell me she had taken an arrow to the knee, but I'm not sure why I thought that. Anyway, I decided Xenia could use a bit of help, and Ilona certainly could use a leg up about now.
No sooner had we entered the catacombs, Xenia took a shot from one of the cultists and decided to sit this one out. I imagine it was just that knee playing up. She didn't look that bad. Anyway, she insisted I sneak up on the fellow and brain him because he was attacking with a sling. Apparently, all those years of adventuring is hard on the eyesight, because I was currently packing an oak longbow and plenty of arrows. I took old Kayle down in two shots. I nipped across the room and had a little chat with Kayle. Apparently, he's the slow squire that got sucked into the wrong crowd. I got some useful info and sent him hobbling out, unarmed, of course. Xenia seemed to find this to be an appropriate course of action.
Next, I had to deal with this Caitlin, a novice mage of some sort. She was a bit disappointing for an aspiring necromancer. She did score a few hits on me with that blasted staff, but I knocked her down in a few shots. Xenia had promised me some healing, but I couldn't for the life of me get her to offer now that I had been hit. Old folks are so forgetful... Anyway, I decided it was only a bit of a scratch, more of a wind burn really, and moved on to this Reese fellow, a warrior. I stopped by to chat with Caitlin, and got a bit more info on the whole situation. She was a bit more depraved than old Kayle, but I decided to let her go.
Xenia kept stopping me from heading down to take him out, insisting that I use Caitlin's staff. This sounded like a monumentally poor choice to me. I decided to stick with my bow. Good choice. He was a bit of a wimp too. I thought with those self-imposed scars on his face, he'd be more of a brute, but his combat wits were as dull as this crappy sword I took from him. Either way, He insisted upon dying to complete the ritual, the sicko, and now there's a gaping hole in the catacombs to all sorts of undead creatures.
This is good stout. Black as night it is... Oh, yeah, Ilona, she's fine. I cut her bonds and got her out of there. Now, I'm drinking up some courage, here west of Varrock, and trying to decide whether I feel like bashing undead or skewering giant swamp rats tonight. What are you up for?