Runescape- Legacy of Twins
A Ghost of Ivan fic
Ch 2- Of blunt swords and broken axes
GoI: The chapter title is weird, I know.
Erk: Also some new info on character submissions- Feel free to make it your dream character- as in, give them whatever equips.
Ivan: Also note that characters submitted without a review will be ignored.
Kyle: If you think your character is acting too OOC, inform GoI of that in a review and he will fix it in later chapters.
Leon: GoI owns nothing.
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Fimbulvetr sat up in her bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning. She then looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Ragnarok, snoring loudly, and mumbling something about being a mighty warrior. Fimbulvetr walked to his bedside, and started to try to awake him. "Ragnarok..." she said, "Wake up!"
As Ragnarok still slept on Fimbulvetr sighed and reached to her pack as Ragnarok's eyebrow twitched, almost expecting something bad to happen. All throughout Varrok you could hear what happened next. Fimbulvetr yelled, "RAGNAROK WAKE UP!!!!!" at the top of her lungs while baging a ladle against a frying pan. She was hitting the frying pan very hard.
Due to the little outburst, in which Ragnarok had fallen off his bed in shock, all of Varrok was wide awake now. Ragnarok was walking through Varrok square with Fimbulvetr, his hand rubbing his Cyan hair. "Ow..." He mombled, "That hurt..."
"It's your fault for not waking up." Fimbulvetr replied coldly.
"Well, whatever, Fim. Just go with what floats your boat."
"Shut up."
"I'm gonna ignore that and go kill something."
"Really? Should I go with you to save your ass like last time?"
"Sh-shut up!"
"Maybe I will."
"Ugh! I'm going outside of Varrok to kill some rats!"
"Some rats? I think they're too strong for you."
"Well, where should I train!?"
"...Follow me."
"Fine."
Fimbulvetr led Ragnarok to the east gate of Varrok Castle. Ragnarok looked around and said, "Fim? Where are we going?"
"Into the sewers." Fimbulvetr replied.
"What? There are weak monsters there?"
"No, monsters about as strong as you."
"Really!?"
"Of course. You're pretty damn weak."
"... Just shut up."
They climb down the ladder into the sewers, and Ragnarok runs to kill a giant rat. Fimbulvetr keeps her shortbow at the ready, incase he's about to die. Ragnarok stabbed the rat in its back, then quickly jumped back before it could counter. Then he jumped over it and attempted to bring his sword through its skull. The key word is attempted. He jumped farther, and got his sword wedged into the ground. Fimbulvetr sighed as she shot an arrow. However, the arrow just barely grazed its side. Fimbulvetr swore as she notched another arrow onto her bow. As the rat was advanceing on her, it suddenly fell down dead, a sword in its skull. Ragnarok happily pulled the sword out and wiped the blood on the floor. He grinned at Fimbulvetr and said, "Pretty good, huh?"
Fimbulvetr simply said, "It was alright."
"Oh yeah!"
"But still needs much improvement."
"SHUT UP!"
The morning rolled on as Ragnarok and Fimbulvetr trained in the sewers. It was about 1:30 when they came out (They had started at 12:30), and they overall looked a bit differet. Fimbulvetr now had some calluses forming on her bandaged hands, which the skin had ripped due to pulling back the bowstring so much. Ragnarok was missing quite a lot of cloth from his right pant leg, due to him using that to bandage Fimbulvetr's hand. He semmed to have grown some muscle, and his sword had dry blood staining it. However, one very important detail was left out- They forgot to eat breakfast. Now, they were starving. Ragnarok said, "Let's get back to the Red sun inn and get something to eat!"
Fimbulvetr said, "First of all, it's the Blue Moon Inn. Second of all, that would be straining our wallet. We could just cook up some of the rat meat we got."
"Rat!? You think we can eat that... that... that..."
"It's food, and I'm sure it'll taste fine when cooked. Many adventurers and warriors have survived off of rat meat."
"Well... I guess..."
"It's fine, unless you cook it."
"What do you mean by that!?"
"You can't cook to save your life! Remember on Tutorial Island?"
"Uh... what of it?"
"When you tried cooking bread, you burnt it because you couldn't work the range!"
"Well I managed to get one cooked!"
"Just barely!"
"Fine, go and cook it. See if i care."
After Fimbulvetr cooked some meat so it was rather tender, they ate. Suprisingly, it tasted much better than it sounded. After they ate, they went back to the Blue Moon Inn to rest, but while they were in Varrok square, something interesting happened. As the walked past Varrok square, Fimbulvetr accidentally bumped into someone. The man grabbed her wrist roughly and said ,"Ah, a cute one we have here, eh?"
Ragnarok immediately drew his sword, pissed at the man. "Hey! Get your slimy ass hands offa my sister!"
Ragnarok leapt at the man, and slammed the sharp end of the blade on the man's head. Suprisingly, no blood was spilt. Ragnarok looked at his sword, noticing how dull the blade had gotten. "Damn!" He cursed as he threw the disfunctional weapon away.
Fimbulvetr managed to pry herself from the man's grasp just enough to toss her bronze axe to Ragnarok. "Use this!" she said.
Ragnarok picked up the axe and did a strong slash to the man's chestplate. The force of the blow caused the axe head to come flying off. Ragnarok cursed and did a hard crush with the handle of the axe to the man's head, breaking the axe. The man threw a punch at Ragnarok's face, and it connected, sending him flying across the square. "RAGNAROK!!" Fimbulvetr yelled as this happened.
Suddenly, Fimbulvetr felt the man's grasp on her loosen, she looked at him to find him dead, a crimson bladed dagger sticking out from the back of his head. A woman came and pulled the dagger out of the man's head. She wore white armor, trimmed with gold, and she had a chuck of granite on her back to act as a sheild. At her belt was an empty scabbard for a dagger and a scabbard containing a Dragon Scimitar. She looked at Fimbulvetr with kindly eyes and asked, "Are you all right?" rather meekly.
Fimbulvetr simply replied, "Yeah, but my brother...?"
A nother voice sounded, muffled through the visor of a helmet. "Rebels!" it said.
A new voice belonging to a man was heard. "Nice one Jen. You always get us into these lovely situations."
The man was wearing a cloak covering his body, but you could see the slightest trace of purple hair in his hood. The man picked up Ragnarok, and pulled a few runes out of his pocket. He raised his palm to Ragnaroks chest, and a green light emereged from it as Ragnarok slowly regained conciousness. The man looked at the woman he called Jen and said, "Okay Jen, we're getting out of here!"
Jen quickly grabbed Fimbulvetr's arm as she readied a teleportation spell. The man with Ragnarok had already teleported with Ragnarok.Fimbulvetr saw a flash of purple light and then darkness.
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GoI: How was it?
Erk: No.
GoI: You're not. If you're wondering, the purple-haired man is my character on Runescape, you'll find out about him next chapter!
Ivan:R&R.
Leon&Judas: If you dare.
GoI: Remember- please tell me if you think your character is being too OOC!
