Changes made to the story:
- Put the story into chapters rather than leaving it in one big blog - Corrected the names 'Saradomin' and 'Zamarock' (sorry for the mistakes everyone)

Chapter 1 - Pursuit

Mick checked again to make sure that his shield was strapped firmly to his arm. It wouldn't do any good to have it come off his arm during the middle of the battle that was ahead of him. For the past few hours he had been tracking a small group of moss giants that had kidnapped a small group of citizens from the town of Varrock. He had expected their encampment to be somewhere outside of the city but he had been surprised when they had headed for the sewer.

Moss giants were large creatures, standing at just over 12 feet tall and carrying a large wooden club made out of an unkown wood. They could be distinctly identified by their dark green skin – the same colour as moss which was where they got their names from. Usually they were very peaceful creatures and stuck to themselves but lately they had become increasingly more daring and started raiding nearby towns – much to the town's dismay.

The town guards had been powerless to stop the rampage of these awful giants – their iron armour and weapons and years of training had proved to be fruitless: they were entirely at the mercy of the giants. What made matters worse was that the giants had attacked in a large group consisting of at least five of the loathsome beasts. One giant alone would have been a handful for the guards to handle but five proved to be too much for them. Mick clenched his fist in anger as he recalled the countless lives that had been lost during this small raid.

When the giants invaded the town guards made the mistake of thinking that the giants would attempt to abduct the king and had all flocked to the castle – leaving the rest of the town exposed. As a result of this mis-reading of the giant's intentions a large group of citizens had been abducted for some devious purpose that nobody else knew about. The king had ordered that posters be put up all over the town indicating that there would be a generous reward for anybody that could return Varrock's citizens safely and exterminate this new threat.

As an adventurer Mick had been up for the challenge – having just returned to Varrock from the town of Falador where he had been mining ores. His routine had been interrupted by a herald running through the town declaring that Varrock was in need of assistance. The instant that he heard that the town of Varrock was in trouble, Mick had put aside his rune pick and donned his rune armour and scimitar – making sure that he would be prepared for anything.

Mick followed the Moss giants down into the sewers – being careful not to make a sound as he dropped down the ladder. He made sure that he kept at least several metres behind them and ducked behind cover whenever possible. Fortunately for him the Moss giants seemed very focused on getting towards their goal – walking right past zombies, skeletons and ghosts without a second thought. Mick followed their example and ignored the loathsome creatures that surrounded him. Normally he would do his duty to society and dispatch the ugly beasts but he couldn't afford to lose sight of the Moss Giants.

It took the Moss Giants another few hours to reach their encampment – stopping at the very end of the sewers. Here streams of bubbling green liquid flowed in rivers and the ground itself appeared to be sick – being a very pale colour. It seemed as though the very ground around the river was dying just from being around the putrid liquid. Mick was glad that his rune helmet had a visor – it served to block out the horrible stench that the rivers gave off to some degree, but some of the smell still managed to get through.

The smell was far worse than any Mick had ever experienced before. Furthermore, there seemed to be an evil presence in this area. While Mick was following the Moss Giants he noticed that there were pentagrams and other demonic symbols written all over the walls – some which he had never seen before. Some of the symbols he was familiar with – he had seen them when he had been fighting against lesser demons in the karamja volcano and some he had seen down at the wizard's tower.

Now that they had reached the end of the sewers Mick wondered where they would turn to. As far as he could see there was nowhere else that they could move to – now would be the time to spring the attack. He unsheathed his rune scimitar and slowly began to advance towards them – only to watch them suddenly walk east: taking the hostages and disappearing. Mystified, Mick followed them and suddenly stopped when he saw a large opening in the wall. He would have to proceed very carefully from here.

Mick quickly ducked his head around the corner and took in the situation before ducking his head back out again so that the Moss Giants wouldn't see him. The Moss giants had all spread out now and had relaxed. On the eastern side of the room there was a cauldron with a bubbling liquid that looked exactly like the liquid that he had seen in the rivers that he had just passed. He was curious as to what the liquid did but he didn't have time to play around with the lives of the people who were being held hostage.

He was about to charge when he heard somebody running up behind him. Instinctively he turned around and got himself ready to face an attack but was surprised when he found another adventurer in rune armour facing him. Warily he lowered his scimitar and waited for the adventurer to approach him.