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Chapter 2: Scaling the Walls of Falador
The news of disappearances throughout Eastern Runescape had spread like wildfire. This news was intensified when word was spread that Port Sarim had been taken over by an army of undead skeletons, lead by the great dragon Elvarg. Frightened residents of such small villages as Rimmington and Draynor Village were frantically packing their things and moving north towards Varrock and Falador. Local inns were packed with residents from far and wide. Guards closed the doors to the cities and kept watch at posts for any stray monsters, especially the undead.
In this time of chaos, many strong fighters looked for a way to stop such monsters, prowling the forests and fields for a way to get back at them. Many succeeded and many perished, their bones found half buried in the dirt of their demise. Fear intensified when lone warriors returned to the cities, bruised and bleeding to death, telling of greater demons storming from the forest in large packs, waiting for a chance to get some fresh blood.
A level 100 ranger, however, had no fear of such stories. He had one goal: to unite those separated by chaos to rise against the hordes of monsters roaming Runescape. However, he needed help. His clan had separated when word spread. He knew of only one man who could reunite the clan: its sole leader, the long lost king of Falador.
King Vallance disappeared after a group of Black Knights killed some of his best soldiers. He alone felt responsible, having led them to battle. His spirit crushed, his hopes lost, he fled from Falador, leaving Sir Amik Varze to rule Falador. Nobody knew where he was.
That was this ranger's mission. He knew Sir Amik Varze would know where the king fled to. He faced a problem, however. The guards trusted nobody in this dark time, so they would not let him in through neither of the doors of Falador. He had one choice: scale the walls of Falador.
He was prepared for the mission: a simple rune kiteshield he wore upon his back, in his hand a magic shortbow, carried rune arrows to fire, a dragon dagger hung from his belt in a diamond-encrusted sheath, and he was clad in a full set of black dragonhide armor. He hid in the trees, waiting for the guards to finish their rounds near the walls.
When the chance came, he swiftly jumped from the tree he was hiding in and started climbing the walls (with 99 agility he didn't joke around). Without any false moves, he reached the top of the wall and dropped into the Falador garden. He could smell all kinds of flowers.
While the ranger jumped in, a gardener by the name of Wyson was planting some sunflowers, basking in and enjoying the sun on his back. His hand was unsteady and shaking. Something was worrying him.
The ranger, spotting the gardener, jumped in surprise. He would not let himself be seen. Keeping quiet, he sped through the shadows cast by the great walls of Falador, and before he knew it he was standing behind the Party Room. He walked to the front and stared into the room. There were some level 30s clad in steel armor dancing around, proud of their lucky wins in the balloon drop. To the right the ranger spotted Party Pete, and became lost in thought. Once regaining himself, the ranger walked into the room towards Party Pete.
Party Pete noticed the ranger walking towards him and immediately ran for the door. The ranger, with reflexes of steel, shot an arrow and caught Party Pete right in the shirt, pinning him to a wall. The level 30s noticed the ranger, and ran out of the Party Room, some scared and some amused.
"W-w-what are you d-d-doing here?" Party Pete asked nervously.
The ranger answered, "I was just going to ask you the same thing, King Vallance!"
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