A/N: I like fantasy, though RuneScape is not normally many people's first choice in games, it's still a choice. Especially if one is forbidden to download things to their computer. Even though the new owner of the game has changed too much and ruined most of the basis of RuneScape, I still want to produce a fan fiction, possibly based on what the world used to be mixed with the new parts of the world. So, I bring to you a story based on Runescape, and hope that you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Runescape and most it's ideas are not our own, the story plot is in fact ours, and so are some of the characters, the Runescape world, weapons, bows, deities, and well-known characters are all property of Jagex LTD

Prologue

Casmer

"How long until we are ready?" a young man with an almost bald head asked as he turned to an older man with a hoary grey beard. The old man wore brown clothes and belts all over his body. A rune scimitar hung from his back, his hands folded behind.

"We're recruiting more men as we speak, my lord." The old man said hesitantly as he watched the younger man's face go from a disappointed look to a further disappointed look.

"I asked how long until we were ready, not the actions being performed, Jonas." The young man said as he made his way to a fancy chair made of teak and red velvet. He sat and relaxed, pouring wine for himself and lifting the jeweled golden goblet. "Now, how long?"

"At least two more years, my lord." Jonas said as he bowed his head in shame, the report would have been several months if all had gone as Casmer had planned.

"Two years?" Casmer asked in anger. "Two years! I pay you, I feed you, I house you and when I ask for a simple task to be completed in a certain amount of time, and you give me two years?"

"S-sir, it isn't our fault!" Jonas cowered as Casmer grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"That's what you always say, Jonas! I want results!" Casmer roared as he threw the old man to the wood floor. The thud could be heard from below. Two bandits entered wielding battle axes.

"Is everything all right, my lord?" one asked Casmer respectfully.

"Take this man and see to it that he is tortured until he realizes his failure and accepts responsibility for wasting my time." Casmer said angrily.

"Aye, my lord." The guards replied as they grabbed Jonas by his arms and hauled him up off of the wood flooring.

"Wait!" Jonas cried. "It was the paladins!"

"The paladins?" Casmer asked as he held his arm up, stopping the two large bandits who wore bear skins and rough leather.

"Yes, the paladins! They keep attacking our camps! Whatever we gain, we lose to them!" Jonas pleaded. "Please! It's not my fault!"

"Let him go and bring me Leo." Casmer said to the two bandits.

"Right away, my lord." The other bandit said as he and the other exited.

"So, you incompetent fool, tell me about these attacks and why I haven't been informed on them." Casmer wanted answers, something as big as the paladins needed to be tended to by the higher ranks.

"Well, we thought it could be handled before it got out of hand, but it didn't help." Jonas was crying in shame.

"How were you idiots to handle it?" Casmer screamed as he kicked the old man on his side.

Jonas cowered more and curled up. "Aaron said he would have the problem dealt with! He said that he would go to where the paladins were and slit their throats in their sleep!"

"And you believed the fool?" Casmer said as he knelt before Jonas and grabbed his long grey hair, pulling his face closer.

"Yes…" the old man whispered. Tears streaked his face, leaving it soaked.

"That means he failed, or is a traitor. How long ago was this?" Casmer asked as he let Jonas's hair go and walked towards the window, angrily.

"It was four months ago, my lord." Jonas said as he sat up, clutching his side in pain.

"Four months!" Casmer grabbed up the nearest book and threw it at Jonas. Jonas ducked and avoided the book, it slammed into the wall with a loud thud…the heavy leather and irons were most of its weight. "Why didn't you warn me after the fifth day?"

"Joseph thought that he would come back!" Jonas said as he scooted away from Casmer's wrath.

"You always have someone to blame don't you?" Casmer said as he walked over to Jonas and lifted him off the ground.

"It's true!" Jonas cried, "Kill him! Not me!"

"I think I'll kill both of you." Casmer hissed as he walked with Jonas to the window. "Do you know how high this tower is?"

"N-no…" Jonas whimpered.

"It's twelve stories into the sky, and there's a nice courtyard of stone for you to land on." Casmer said as he slammed Jonas into the window, forcing it open. Wind howled through the window. "This will be the last time you fail me…"