The cold damp pillars of Ice Mountains underbelly shook violently. The group had traveled for 15 days to get here from Lumbridge. Benjamin had blasted Ice Mountain's side with a Fire Surge to put a hole in Ice Mountain brining them to the Dwarven Mine. The copper and runite had a peculiarly likeable scent.
"Where are the dwarves?" Jonathan asked. "They probably saw Falador burning from a distance and ran away from the dragon," Blade replied. "These are dark days indeed," Benjamin said. The 4 were about 30 miles into the mine at this time when they heard a loud noise. The mine trembled and James fell unto his stomach. "It's an earthquake!!!!!!" James yelled. "I think it is worse then that!!!!!" Benjamin screamed.
One by one the group fell to the ground, for the shaking was too great a burden, when a great realization came to Blade's head. "What if the Ice Fiends realized no one occupied the mining area and are storming it?" The group was awesomely scared at this. Ice Fiends could be slain by the worst of knights, but this was an Ice Fiend army. Along with some Ice Warriors and Ice Giants for the most danger.
The group strained themselves to get up and try to run when the ground beneath them broke and they all fell into a sulfur filled pit. Jonathan reacted quickly, reached in his bag grabbed a rope and tied it to his bow tail. Next he shot it up words, but the pit was so deep his arrow didn't make it even close to up.
James grabbed his Rune p++ dagger from his backpack and rammed it into the side of the wall, leaving the dagger dented. James thought "If there is going to be a next time I am going to smith this back myself instead of paying,".
Each member of the group's mind's went blank as if rocks had fallen from heaven and hit them on the heads. Or worse: They had reached the bottom of the fall and touched the fire.
But strange enough was the fact that they seemed to be falling into grace for the danger's of the Ice Army was way greater.
They all woke up with a great headache, and a Fremennik boy staring at them. The boy was about 19, hardly a boy anymore, and was carrying a Slayer full helm and a blade the size of a rune 2h sword. In fact he had 2 blades the size of rune 2h swords, one in both hands.
These swords are extremely heavy and to carry BOTH in one hand each meant this boy must have been one of the strongest people in RuneScape.
"State your business, or the wizard gets it," he said while holding his sword to the neck of Benjamin Sigma. "We seek refuge from the dragon that has destroyed Asgarnia.," Jonathan choked out. The Fremennik lowered his sword and yelled "JACOB GET YOUR MEATY, ROTTEN, GOOD FOR NOTHING BUTT IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN ROOM!!!!!!!!!!"
The group waited till a man wielding a Dragon p++ dagger and a Rune Defender mysteriously popped out of no where. As if he was as stealthy as a ninja. "So let me guess they have found our home and seek refuge from the dragon as well?". "It is as you say," the Fremennik boy responded.
"Greetings, friends," The one called Jacob said. "I am Jacob Swe and this Fremennik boy is Aidan Pureknight,". "He is always mad and this dragon isn't helping we are 2 fallen adventurers.