The Slayer
I looked at the Wilderness, without flinching at the devastation left behind the gods, I entered. Equipped with my poison dagger and my dragon long sword, I knew nothing would penetrate my defenses. I don't trust clans; always think they're better than people who come in alone. For all I care, I would shoot at them with my rune arrows and kill them, but they'd just come back, even more. In my opinion, people who join clans are weak and can't defend themselves. Me? I just love the smell of blood in the morning. Quickly, I hid in the trees, watching for groups of mages or rangers, I hated them, always outnumbering me and are "quite"…annoying to handle. They drop quite a bundle, my last kill didn't think he could lose against me, he didn't know who I was, good thing he didn't, he was carrying a lot of runes, he he… I had a name, but ever since I out skill everybody, I got the name "The Slayer", sounds better than my old name, started with a z or something. Then, thumping in the ground was heard, I looked up, from the shadows, with my green cape flying over, looks like I was in for a new treat, I can't wait to rip his head off and add him to my bounty collection, I am no hit-man, but heads eventually turn into skulls, right? I looked at the figure, oh, full rune, that would fetch a nice price in Varrock. He was heading towards a group of Green dragons, I took the chance and lay near the dragons, holding my breath, I earned the title of Undead for my trickery, and some say I am a zombie, I may be, my skin is darker and my bone cheeks show. The figure came closer, I saw an opening in the Armour, he turned and I saw it, it was below the helm, any exposed skin is fatal to the poisoned dagger, I took my chances and took out my dagger. The figure looked over me and started to talk to himself.
The slayer, he spoke softly, he's dead….Nobody has ever defeated the slayer, none that I heard of, they are usually telling lies. He looked up, I took my chances and used one of my special spells, I enchanted myself to get extra speed and my speed was so fast it was unnoticeable, I stabbed the skin quickly and laid back, the speed has reduced the pain and I wasn't noticed. The figure scratched his back. Ouch, he replied with pain, nasty bugs here, I better get out of here.
He turned back and headed into the direction toward Edgeville, I could tell he was getting weaker, his steps slowed, he was panting, soon he would faint, I stood up and walked toward him. When I came up to him, all he could do was look at me with shock, I took out my poisoned dagger and struck it below his chest, he fainted. Perfect, but this guy is rich, he has a dragon long, meaning he comes into the wilderness I suppose. I made up my mind, I will let him live, he can make me a fortune with every defeat I give him.He somehow got up, gripping his sword he slashed at me, I dodged his hits, pathetic, he's poisoned and the more reflexes, the worse his condition, he got out his bow and arrows and shot them at me, soon a monumet of a skull started to appear over his head, it was like a haze at first but turned solid. And then his expression turned, he's uncouncios and fell. I turned quickly and headed over to the bank, with all this stuff, I may actually be able to rob the players...