Okay, all of these characters are friends of mine on Runescape or me myself in the game. And all I'm gonna do is go from quest to quest. There lengths'll depend on how long the quest is, so anyway. Enjoy!
Runescape Chronicles
Cook's Assistant
Joe sat across from Woofy, waiting for him to play. He put a card facedown, Joe did the same. "5." Exclaimed Woofy. "4.." Joe sighed. "You win." Woofy smiled beneath his grizzly beard. "Booyah!" and he slid the card across the table into his pile. "I am the War Hero!" he laughed. Joe joined in enthusiastically. "Land Ho!" the two looked up.
They had been heading to a place known as Runescape, a place of magic and knights. The two had traveled from Shilo Village in Karamja to live in the land with all of their distant friends from across the sea.
"Lumbridge at the starboard bough!" yelled the lookout. Woofy and Joe dropped their cards and hurried up on deck.
The sky was just beginning to drizzle rain. "Good timing too." Said the captain on his peg leg, walking up behind them. "A storm's blowing in." But the two had their eyes fixed on the castle looming up above high stone walls and beyond the swamps ahead, where they would hopefully be spending the night.
Joe and Woofy waved off the boat as it turned around, and they looked around at Lumbridge. A city filled with shops and concession stands. "Selling Rune Axe!" "Buying Bronze Arrows or Daggers!" People were calling out in the bustling crowd infront of the castle. A man ran up to them, want to buy Full Plate Black?" "No thanks, Sir!" Joe brushed him off.
The courtyard was much quieter with nothing but a few beggars crawling around. One came up to him wearing nothing but tattered shorts and an apron. "Please spare some money, young sirs." He grobbled. Woofy gave in and tossed him a few gp. "Oh thank you ever so much!" he smiled hopefully and turned away. "Always helping aren't you Woofy, especially yourself in card games." Joe remarked and they chuckled as they pushed opened the front doors of the castle. "Joe, how bout you find us some room while I explore the town to see if I can find anything." Woofy asked. "Sure, I'll check out the castle, cya!" Joe answered back and they bade eachother farewell.
Lumbridge Castle was like any castle he had ever heard about, an enormous foyer that led into a multiplex of smaller rooms, with two floors. Joe heard some racket from the room near the one he was in.
He walked into what appeared to be a master kitchen. A tan-skinned cook in a white apron and hat was running back and forth frantically. Looking for something. "Oh dear, oh dear! I forgot, I forgot! The Duke will have my head! Oh dear!" he was pulling out drawers and throwing them on the floor, looking for whatever it was she was looking for. "Excuse me?" The cook continued to scramble around in a worried frenzy. "Do you have room and board for me and my friend?" the cook continued, grumbling rudely at Joe as he passed him by. "You need some help!" he yelled, annoyed. "Yeah, what's it to you?" he said rudely throwing a drawer into the wall next to Joe. "If I help you, could you give me and my friend a room to stay for tonight?"
The cook looked up, "So you would help me?" Joe nodded, annoyed. "And then you want me to give you free board and room?" Joe nodded again, getting impatient. "Fine, then I want to see you get me my ingredients." The Cook said in reply. "First, what is going on here.", "Okay, my name is Cook. And it was left up to me to bake the cake for the Duke of Lumbridge today. But I completely forgot, and I don't even have all the ingredients I need! So if you say you could help me, I hope you can. Because if you can't, I'm ruined! So could you please help me?" the Cook pleaded now. "Fine.." Joe grudgingly agreed.
"Good! Now here's a pot, go get me some flour from the windmill to the northwest, hurry now! I've only got a few hours until the celebration!" and Cook shooed him urgently out of the kitchen.
"Well, I better get started.."
Joe walked down the road, thinking to himself. "So the windmill is up ahead, and there's a grain field right near it, this shouldn't be too hard." He looked up ahead. A windmill, its large pinwheel spinning slowly in the light wind. And not to far to its left was a field of fresh grain.
Joe made his way over to the fence that went up to his chest. He glanced at the house to the left of the field, the gate was closed. But Joe thought of something quick. He dropped down on his stomach and reached his hand, flat on the ground below the small gap at the bottom of the fence he liftyed it up slightly and grabbed a handful of grain stalks. And he slowly pulled them under the fence, their tips brushing against the bottom. He pulled them out and sat up. "Next up, Windmill." And he got up.
Joe walked up the spiral stairs and came out, a little hopper was in the center of the room. He sighed and dropped the grain down into the bin and sealed it. He stepped back and walked over to another part of the hopper. He pulled down the leather with a grinding noise and heard as the gears and tillers began to crank and whir. He hurried downstairs. As their was a mettalic groan and slowly at first, then in a flurry, the flour poured out into the round tub at the bottom. Filling up the bottom of it with a powdery white.
Joe leaned over and scooped up the flour into the pot, and he lifted it up and put it into his backpack. As soon as he sealed the top.
Joe walked on as he held a World Map infront of his face. "If my sense of direction is right that henhouse should be right-," he paused, taking down the map. "there." He folded up the map and looked up at the low fenced area infront of him. With distant clucking and cooing sounds from beyond. Joe turned a corner and pushed open the gate.
A Rooster bustled past his knees out onto the path. A couple farmers were running around trying to calm down the chickens, but making it seriously worse. Joe stumbled among the frenzied chickens to find some eggs. He leaned on the side of a large open henhouse. He peered inside cautiously. There were three nests filled with glossy eggs. He creeped toward him when he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He yelled and whirled around to see a hen nipping furiously at the back of his ankle. It screeched and Joe kicked it back. Throwing it backwards in a cloud of dust.
Now a pair of roosters charged straight at him. Joe gasped and ducked to the side, he grasped a handful of eggs and quickly slipped them in his backpack. The roosters charged at him. Clucking angrily after Joe. Joe ran out the gate and quickly closed the door, and the two roosters charged straight into the gate. Stabbing their beaks into it. "Oh yeah, and guys." He said enthusiastically to the two framers rounding up the chickens. 'Pitchforks might be more persuasive!" and he turned. "Hey, I bet there's a bucket in that house I could use to put the milk in when I get it."
As soon as Joey came out of the house he realized there was a field filled with cows right across from the farm he was at now. "I wonder how I never noticed that.." Joe asked himself. He hopped the fence and headed over to the nearest cow. "I wonder how I do this?" he poked the cow's utter and was pelted with a hoof straight in the face. He touched his cheek, feeling the small trickle of blood trailing down it. "So you wanna play hardball cow?" and he slipped on a Black Full Helm. "I can play hardball." He smirked.
Joe pulled the utter down once, the cow kicked his helmet. Vibrating it violently. This process continued until Joe had a full bucket of milk, and a concussion. "Now better the bring Cook to Milk I.." he stuttered dumbly.
(You unscramble it, it shouldn't be too hard,)
Joe stumbled into the kitchen holding a bucket full of frothing milk. He dropped it onto the counter with a small splash of white. "That's all right? Please let that be all!" Joe pleaded and groanedStarting to pull the other two ingredients out of his pack. First the flour, which he laid on the counter and removed the top. Revealing the powdery white substance. Then he he took the handful of eggs one by one out of his pack until four were on the wooden table. "And there's the milk." He yawned and motioned to the white liquid sloshing around in the wooden bucket.
"Excellent!" Cook said happily looking from one ingredient to the other. "You and your friend can certainly stay t the castle tonight. If anyone has any problems with it, tell them to talk it out with me, I'll give a good what for!" he patted him on the back and reached into a pocket in her apron. "And here, some gold for your troubles." She opened his hand and put a handful of gold in it. Joe's eyes widened for a moment. "Now shoo, shoo! I've got a lot to do in the next hour. And I hope to see you at the Duke's ball tonight, now go!" and he pushed him out of the room and shut the door. "Well, I don't have much choice now do I?" and at that moment. Woofy was running through the foyer doors. "Dude I got an awesome trade on a Sapphire Ammy!" Joe sighed exasperatingly. It bwas gonna be a long day..
I hope you liked it, I'm basically gonna try to do the easiest quests, going from Lumbridge and out. And sadly I don't play the game anymore myself, but I got kinda bored. And besides, this is easier. : )