Lost in a strange world with nothing but my bow and some moldy bread, I wandered. No friends to be found or refuge in sight. I grew frustrated with my first masters tasks of collecting goods and making pies, and decided to head off into the world on my own. While this may seem like a small endeavour to some, I had never left my small village. I had only heard stories of the world and what one could expect. In every story, one wondrous location caught my ear... Lumbridge Castle.
I set off on a long trek to the Southeast with little to sustain me but the dreams of the fabled castle and its friendly inhabitants. Surely, this is the place where I would make it big. After an arduous journey through forests and plains, I arrived at the castle. It was everything I had hoped for and more. Beautiful stonework, majestic buttresses, and the incredible people. Never before in story or rhyme had I met such intelligent, worldly, respectful people. Discussions of politics and the relationship between man and god abounded. Women's rights and human sexuality were discussed openly and with great relish. I knew immediately that this would be my new home.
But soon, the realities of life forced me into a predicament. I had very little money and few ways of earning any. Whispers told of an old priest in the castle church who would hire men willing to encounter the unknown. Apprehensive, I approached the church not knowing what would this quest would hold. The old priest told me of a ghost who haunted the graveyard to the south. If I could free the ghost from its earthly prison, the priest promised to reward me handsomely. After securing an amulet from a solitary friar, I approached a mausoleum on the hallowed grounds. The ghost burst through, and I shook in fear...