(A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first shot of writing a story for Runescape. I've been trying to come up with a story for this since, well, the first time I've played it. Its one of the first online game I've ever played by the way. Anyways, enough of that and on with the story...)
Chapter 1: All in a Day's Work...Somehow
"NOOOO! This cannot be...I'm all powerful. How can I be defeated by a mere human! I shall-" The vampire was about to say more but another stake pierced his chest and he disintegrated into ashes.
"I'm glad that's over." A young man stood over what remained of the horror of Draynor Manor. He was obviously a warrior, judging by his light-shaded blue armor with matching blue cape and strong built physique. His armor had green trims on its edges along with a green curly symbol on his chest plate. He slung his battleaxe on his shoulder and dropped the bloody stake on the heap of ashes before turning around and walking over to the staircase leading to the surface.
He casually found his way out via the backdoor. He knew it would be no use trying the main doors. Haunted mansions seem to have this creepy thing about one-way main doors.
A few minutes later at a house in Draynor Village...
"You did it? You've slayed the vampire? I can't believe it's all over." A middle-aged man by the name of Morgan cried, obviously overjoyed. "How can I ever repay you!"
"It's no big deal actually." The warrior replied, sitting on a wooden bench by the door. "If you ever need help, don't hesitate to call on the Lionheart clan. Our teams are always on standby and ready for anything."
"Thank you so much." The man said gratefully. "If I can't do you any favors at least let me bid you well on your journey. There are a lot of Highwaymen out there nowadays. I know they are not even a match for you but be careful nonetheless."
"Thanks! I better go. My team would be waiting by the willows." The warrior stood up and went on his way to meet his teammates. It was a clan standard. Every time there would be a quest, especially those complicated ones, a team is sent instead of an individual, usually in groups of 5 like he currently has and he serves as their team leader. Another business was done for the day. This would be his final assignment before his week off and is obviously excited about his long vacation.
He took the long road heading south. It was late afternoon and the villagers along with some adventurers are preparing themselves for the night after a hard day's work. Some recognized him and nodded politely while others just ignored him. Their clan had been operating on this village for some time now, working on various quests, one of them was the problem with Ernest who was turned into a chicken, so people were somehow familiar with them. The sun was midway across the horizon and was exploding in a beautiful golden shimmer. The warrior slowed his pace, and lifted the visor of his helm so he could take a glimpse at the beautiful sight a bit longer. He couldn't help but smile, he saw it a thousand times but still, there was great beauty there. Simple beauty which can only be seen in nature.
Another few minutes later...
He was on the outskirts of the village now but he wasn't on a stroll anymore. He was so absorbed by the sunset back then that he didn't notice that he was hardly walking anymore and now it was nearly dark and his team would probably be wondering what kept him so long. He made his way through a dirt path. There were wheat fields on full ripe and ready to harvest behind wooden fences on either side of the road. The willows were just over a hill and he increased his pace but slowed again when he heard some sort of...moaning? He stopped and listened again for the sound.
"Ohhh..." There it is again. The voice was female and coming from somewhere to his right. It was already dark making it difficult to see, especially something hidden somwhere in the messy jumble of crops. He leapt over the fence and almost stepped on an arm. It belonged to a girl whose body was half-hidden in the thick vegetation. He didn't need to check her pulse since her moaning already indicate that she was alive. Instead, he slowly and carefully pulled her body to a much more cleared space and examined her condition. She was badly beaten up, with bruises on her face and a cut on her other arm. She also doesn't seem to have a purse or bag. Her long golden hair, along with her legs were splattered in wet mud which indicated that she probably journeyed from the direction of the willows not earlier than today.
He knelt down beside her before he removed his helm and left his grayish blonde hair in a mess and then whispered in her ear. "Hey, can you hear me? Can you talk?"
At first, she just lay there motionless but after a few seconds her eyes fluttered open and she whispered back in a hoarse voice. "Highwaymen...robbed me...too stupid...should have known." And she passed out again.
He examined her arm again. It wasn't as serious as he thought but she still needs medical attention. After wrapping it with a ripped cloth, he carefully lifted her up bridal style and walked back to the village. His team isn't that far but if he went to them, there is a sure chance that theyll be taking her to the village as well. She needs a place to recover and rest and thats when something crossed the warrior's mind.
"Morgan" He mutterred. "I guess you'll be doing me a favor after all." And then he went on his way to Morgan's house.
(A/N: So how was it? Do you think its worth continuing? I'll always be on a look-out or you feedbacks and always open for constructive critcism. Anyways, that's all for now. Iron Raven out...)
