Chapter IV
Isaac woke up relieved that nobody had broken into his house. He saw no strange footprints, no graffiti, nothing. He took all the barricades off his door and prepared to make breakfast. He went out into the streets to pickpocket from noobs and weary travelers, hoping that he would get some food or some good loot. A knight in blue armor limped by, his foot probably crushed by a golem or a well aimed mace. This was Isaac's chance. He stole a cooked chicken along with some bread. The knight didn't even notice. This was a good catch for today, for he would eat like a king. He rushed into an alley, and devoured the meat and bread, only leaving the bones. He heard footsteps coming from either end of the alleyway, and he rushed into a small crawlspace.
He looked out from the shadows and saw about 10 men with crossbows and spiky orange hair come down the alley.
'There's the Black Arms! Kill 'em!' yelled the one at the head of the group.
The Black Arms charged down the other end of the alley only to be met by a hail of crossbow bolts. Their limp bodies fell to the floor, as the ones that survived the volley trampled over them, hacking the Phoenix to pieces with their scimtars. One Black Arm struck a Phoenix over the head with his mace, making a deep crater in his skull. The Phoenix retreated and fired their crossbows again, killing more Black Arms. They fought and fought until none were left standing. Blood and bodies littered the alleyway along with trash. A guard had heard the ruckus from the next block, and came to investigate. He was horrified at what he had found. He called for backup, in case a second wave of enemies came to the scene. 7 guards, clad in medieval riot armor (steel chainmail, steel square shields, and steel medium helms) rushed to the scene, all wielding longswords, only to be met by crossbow fire from the rooves of the surrounding buildings. They raised their shields over their heads, deflecting the projectiles.
A second wave of Black Arm ran down the alleyway, only to be gunned down by crossbow fire and be hacked to pieces by the waiting guards. The Phoenix jumped off the buildings and drew small daggers, easily inserting their small blades through the rings of chainmail the guards were wearing. One of the Phoenix threw a lit torch into the fray, lighting the alley in flames. Isaac watched in horror, and then gathered up enough courage to help the guards. He rushed into the melee from behind, and slashed a Phoenix in half, then cut the head off the limp corpse. He threw the dismembered head at a Phoenix, nailing him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold. Then he stabbed the Phoenix in the chest will he was down, making him scream in agony. The guards did the rest. Soon no Phoenix were left standing, and the guards didn't even lose a man. One guard walked up to Isaac and said:
'You did pretty good back there, son, what's your name?'
'My name's Isaac. I live in the slums and I am being hunted down by both the Phoenix and the Black Arm gangs. I don't think I can fight them for much longer.'
'My name is Perseus. I am leader of the guards of Varrock.' said the guard.
He was a tall, well built guard with years of experience. He was bald, and has a black goatee. He wielded his longsword with dignity and demanded respect from all he met.
'How would you like to work for the guards?' Perseus asked Isaac.
'I guess, I'm in need of extra money, and protection.' Isaac replied.
'Good, you're hired. We'll begin tomorrow.' Perseus declared. 'Meet me at the guard outpost outside the castle.'
With that, the guards marched away towards the magnificent castle. Isaac walked back home and prepared for a busy tomorrow.