In this chapter, we're going to be introduced to a Bandosian. And yes, he's not a nice guy. I figured I would include one in my fanfic because why not? Basically he's the opposite of Wallace.
And Wallace is going to investigate penguins along with Larry.
I figured it would be appropriate considering that he's an Armadylean.
Chapter 3: Big High War God
Wallace decided to visit Edgeville.
It seemed to be a nice place to visit. There seemed to be a low crime rate.
There was a Zamorakian mage there...but while he was certainly chaotic he wasn't really evil. Seemed some Zamorakians were different from others. Demons did vary in size, after all.
He happened to live with his mother.
Wallace had stopped living with his mother some time ago. He wanted to go out and explore. Besides, he knew how he could get his own house.
Perhaps this Zamorakian wasn't his enemy, though he would imagine that he would be facing dark wizards in the future.
He noticed that Erica was at the Jolly Boar Inn. Despite what the name implied, the Jolly Boar Inn wasn't so jolly. It was pretty close to the wilderness border.
She really seemed to like her liquor, though for whatever reason it never drove her to violence. Perhaps she knew how to restrain herself.
He wouldn't mind if Erica picked a fight with the Black Knight though. Armadyl and Zamorak weren't the best of friends, though their animosity wasn't as well-known compared to his animosity with Saradomin.
However, there seemed to be a few guards scattered around the town.
Surely they had a purpose...but he wasn't sure why.
Eventually, he noticed there was a ditch.
It looked as if he could leap across it.
But for some strange reason he got the feeling that maybe he shouldn't. There was something scary about what was on the other side.
Well, there were skeletons, but he got the feeling there was something a lot worse out there.
He decided to ask about it.
"What is this ditch doing here?" asked Wallace.
"On the other side of the ditch is the wilderness. If I were you I would never go there..." answered a nearby guard.
"Why not?" inquired the adventurer.
"Because in the wilderness, there's no governing authority. In other words, it's the law of the jungle. It's extremely dangerous. And the further you go, the more dangerous it becomes." explained the guard.
"That sounds scary..." remarked Wallace.
"It's more than scary. It's downright terrifying. It's the home of thieves, murderers, and lunatics. And besides, it's not just them. There are also nasty monsters living in the wilderness. Have you ever heard of the Spirit Beast?" asked the man.
"The Spirit Beast?" inquired the adventurer.
"They say that it makes its home in the wilderness. It feeds on souls, so it would make sense that it would choose a place where deaths occur regularly." continued the guard.
"That makes sense..." nodded Wallace.
Perhaps it would be best if he DIDN'T hop over the ditch. Though he only seemed to be in danger of the Spirit Beast if he were already dead.
Still, there might be a Zamorakian cult located there. It would be an ideal place for them to gather without worrying about Saradomin's followers. Nobody would dare make a Saradomin church in such a dangerous place.
Curious, he noticed that there was a man with a skull over his head.
Wallace wondered what that skull represented.
However, it gave him a shiver down his spine looking at it.
A guard decided to explain once again.
"Listen, if you ever do decide to enter the Wilderness...though I personally strongly advise against it, stay the Freneskae away from people with skulls above their heads! Those are player killers!" exclaimed the guard.
His name happened to be Skulrick, ironically enough.
And yes, he was a bad man. His religion of choice was Bandosian.
He believed in his teachings that the strong should rule over the weak, and that those that do well in battle would be rewarded. Though personally he thought goblins were annoying.
Because of that, he enjoyed taking trips to the wilderness, though the guards of Edgeville had advised him against it.
Based on his wealth, he had looted the possessions of his victims after killing them.
Given that he was on the safe side of the Wilderness Ditch, he wasn't on the hunt at the moment.
However, he noticed that Skulrick was giving him a wicked grin.
He decided to head to the Jolly Boar Inn.
Skulrick unnerved him.
"Ha! Armadyleans are so weak!" remarked Skulrick.
He wondered why anyone would ever want to follow a god that would want peace. War was the way to go if you asked him.
Ironically enough, the majority of Armadyl's people had died in the wilderness...before it was actually known AS the wilderness.
Zamorak had apparently gotten careless with the Stone of Jas which had resulted in a colossal amount of destruction.
He did regret what he had done to an extent, though he WAS the god of chaos.
Personally Skulrick wondered what he would do with that kind of power.
He had an idea though. Maybe he would make people bow down before him.
He could become a god himself.
Although, rumor had it that those that attempted to use the Stone of Jas for domination of Gielinor ended up suffering a fiery end.
He didn't know what to make of that.
But it was just a rumor.
Perhaps if he used the Stone of Jas nothing would happen. They said Saradomin had used it without any adverse effects. That was how he obtained godhood.
But on the other hand, he felt that power like that would come with great responsibility.
Perhaps using the Stone of Jas would drive him crazy.
Maybe it wasn't worth the risk.
Meanwhile...
Gareth came across a bald man with a beard who was dressed in green and wore boots.
He was chopping down a tree.
"Hey there! How are you?" asked Gareth.
The man ignored him.
"Hello?" inquired the knight.
The man continued to ignore him. It was as if the paladin weren't even there at all.
"Can you hear me?" inquired Gareth.
The woodcutter still ignored him. All he seemed to pay attention to was the tree he was chopping down.
How long had been chopping that tree anyway? He seemed to have a very high woodcutting level.
"He doesn't talk much..." noted the Saradominist.
Perhaps he was deaf? He wasn't sure.
A Lumbridge guard saw the man, and groaned.
"Is something wrong?" asked Gareth. He didn't seem happy to see this man.
"It's one of those guys..." answered the guard.
"Those guys?" inquired the knight.
"He's a robot." stated the servant of Duke Horacio.
"He is?" asked Gareth. He sure didn't look like one. But looks could be deceiving.
The guard nodded.
"They show up in our realm to pillage resources so that they can sell them to other worlds...and in the process they ruin the economy of Gielinor." explained the man.
"Oh my. Is there anything we can do?" inquired the druid. It sounded like they could be a real problem in large numbers.
And unfortunately, you couldn't kill them unless they were in the wilderness. Some of them liked to kill green dragons. Of course, they needed dragonfire equipment, but that wasn't too hard to obtain.
"Actually, there's no need." stated the guard. They had managed to set up a defense system to deal with these kind of people.
Suddenly, the Claw of Justice shot out from the ground and ripped off the robot's disguise.
The robot gasped.
"Bot user!" exclaimed the Claw of Justice.
The Claw of Justice then took the bot away.
The bot screamed like a little girl. A little robot girl.
"Fortunately, we don't have to worry about them much these days. Still, it irritates me whenever I see one." answered the guard. It made it harder for him to gather wood for building fires.
Gareth nodded.
"Where did that bot go?" asked the man. He wasn't sure, but judging from the scream the bot made, it wasn't a good place.
"Where they'll stand trial for their crimes." stated the guardian of Lumbridge.
Gareth nodded. Sounded like a good deal. Maybe he would go there sometime.
But for now, he decided to offer his prayers to Saradomin.
There was a church in Lumbridge, so he might as well.
Shortly afterward, he decided to visit the Lumbridge cemetery.
He wondered if any famous adventurers were buried there.
Instead, he found a ghost.
"Why isn't he in the afterlife?" asked Gareth.
Perhaps this was why there weren't many people at the church today.
He seemed to be looking for something.
"Oooooo..." said the restless ghost.
Gareth noticed that there was a skull nearby.
"Is this what you're looking for?" asked Gareth.
The ghost nodded.
He immediately left to go to the Saradominist afterlife.
As he did so, he left behind a Prayer Lamp.
"I guess it's worthwhile to put the dead to rest..." noted Gareth.
Hopefully he won't misplace his skull in the event that he ended up six feet under. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.
Although, considering that adventurers had that strange ability to respawn upon death, that probably wasn't something that he didn't need to worry about too much. He might not want to take it for granted though.
Meanwhile...
"Help!" exclaimed a leprechaun.
"What's wrong?" asked Aspen.
He heard a loud roaring noise.
The druid decided to investigate the sound.
He could see a tree that had to come to life...but it wasn't friendly like the spirit trees. It looked wicked. It also had a wide grin on his face. It was disturbing the woodcutters that were in the area.
It was a most alarming sight.
It was scaring away the citizens of Lumbridge.
"I'm starting to regret selling axes..." noted Bob. Chances are he would the first target of the tree monster.
"This tree has turned evil!" exclaimed the leprechaun.
"What happened?" asked the druid. Trees weren't normally this...aggressive. Normally they didn't even react when you chopped them down.
Although, perhaps that was the reason why this tree was angry. Maybe it had taken a dislike to the autoers that pillaged the logs from it.
The leprechaun explained the situation to him.
"Somebody poured Wine of Zamorak on its roots!" shouted the Irish man.
"That explains a lot." noted Aspen. You'd be hard-pressed to find a more chaotic substance. It was banned from Saradomin churches for that reason.
"Can you help me get rid of it?" inquired the lucky man.
"I think so..." nodded the druid.
He cast a spell and turned into a woodpecker.
He began to peck at the tree.
This of course made the tree angry, and it began to swipe at him.
Unfortunately, he didn't know spells that could turn him into something advanced, like a dragon.
A dragon would be especially useful on account of the fire breath.
But perhaps he didn't need magic to fight the tree.
He pulled out an axe and started chopping down the rogue elm tree.
This seemed to be effective.
But the tree was anything if not persistent.
But then again, neither was he.
Meanwhile...
Wallace went to Ardougne.
To be honest, being in Edgeville scared him.
It was awfully close to the wilderness.
Unfortunately, while Ardougne wasn't close to the wilderness, it seemed to have a fair amount of thieves.
He should keep an eye on his wallet.
He discovered a man giving out penguin eggs.
Wallace shrugged and decided to adopt one.
It hatched shortly afterwards.
"Oh, would you look at that." spoke the Armadylean.
The penguin seemed to like him.
He decided to call her Snowcone.
However, he noticed one of the zookeepers seemed frightened of her.
He wasn't sure why.
Suddenly, he noticed a monkey had escaped from the pen.
"Ooh ooh aah aah!" exclaimed the monkey.
"Hmm, I hope the zookeepers can catch him." noted Wallace.
Personally he wondered how the monkey had escaped in the first place.
Snowcone pointed to the lock, which had gathered rust.
"You're a smart bird." remarked Wallace.
And of course, she had good eyes.
However, Larry didn't seem happy to see Snowcone.
In fact, he seemed frightened.
"Get that penguin away from me!" exclaimed Larry.
"Huh?" asked Wallace.
"They're plotting world domination!" shouted the zookeeper. They wanted to bring Gielinor's leaders to their knees. If they had their way, it would be winter in Gielinor forever.
Snowcone was confused. Why would someone want to conquer Gielinor?
Granted, Gielinor wasn't perfect, but it wasn't terrible either.
"Well, my penguin seems to be a smart bird..." noted Wallace.
"Finally! Somebody who doesn't think I'm completely crazy!" cheered Larry.
"Do you want my help with something?" asked the Armadylean.
"I was hoping to spy on the penguins." answered the zookeeper.
"Sure." nodded Wallace.
Together, the two of them went to the iceberg where the penguins lived.
Thankfully, Wallace didn't mind the cold.
Unsurprisingly, Snowcone happened to like it there. There were a lot of fish that she could eat.
However, the penguins didn't seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary.
They were eating fish and were sliding on their bellies.
Snowcone was tempted to join them, but she figured she should stay with Wallace.
Suddenly, one of the penguins saluted another.
The other penguin bowed to them in return.
It was a bit unusual...but Wallace found it reassuring that the penguins had made peace with each other.
Curiously, one of the penguins seemed to be writing a message in the snow.
He went to see what it read.
However, it was surprisingly ominous.
"STAY AWAY" read the message.
"OK, that's weird..." noted Wallace.
"They don't want us here..." remarked Larry.
He wondered if they should follow their advice.
But he suspected they were up to something.
Suddenly, one of the penguins threw a snowball at Larry.
"Hey!" exclaimed Larry.
"Maybe we should leave." suggested Wallace.
"Maybe..." agreed the zookeeper reluctantly.
The three of them sailed back to Ardougne.
Meanwhile...
Aspen continued attacking the tree.
Eventually, it fell.
"I appreciate your help! But there are others out there!" exclaimed the leprechaun.
"There are?" asked Aspen.
He wondered how he was going to take them down.
Well, maybe others could help.
Luckily, he got paid for slaying the evil tree.
Perhaps it was his lucky day.
Aspen wondered what else he should do.
Perhaps he should go to Karamja. Maybe he could make friends with the native tribe there.
Though he was hesitant to enter the Brimhaven Dungeon. There were metal dragons though.
He would need a boat to get to the jungle.
Off to Port Sarim it was.
As you probably guessed, the Bandosian is a villain. I can't really imagine a Bandosian being a hero...nor I can imagine an Armadylean being a villain. And yes, he's based on player killers in game. Some players aren't nice, unfortunately...though at least they're technically following the game rules. And yes, you could spot them if they have skulls on their heads.
Though strangely enough you can also get a skull if you enter the Abyss.
I think I'll probably feature an archaeology chapter.
I figured that would be fun. I happen to like that skill. You get to go to different digsites and uncover different artifacts.
Of course, our different heroes will have different interests.