Well, I've gotten around to writing the next chapter. So, enjoy! R&R please!
Runescape Chronicles
Restless Ghost
Joe stepped through the church double doors. "Hello?" his voice ricocheted of the church walls, and its stain glass windows. "Is there anybody here, have I missed the Serman?" Joe asked out again. There was a stirring at the altar. 'Sir, Father. Have I missed the service?" Joe asked politely. The figure looked up. His robes of Saradomin ruffled as he did so, and he looked up from his book. "Yes, boy. Now I have better things to do." He snapped and looked back down to his book. Joe glanced down at it. It was about banishing ghosts and binding spectres back to their graves. "Like what?" There was a despaired wail from somewhere outside, chilling Joe to the bone. The candles burnt out.
The Father raised his eyebrows in reply "That's what!" he growled and got up, starting to re-light the candles. "There is a restless ghost in the cemetary, I intend to put it back to rest. I've tried Ouija and everything I can think of to make contact with it or make it happy. And this church has been closed down for about a week. Now go away, there is no Serman." He hissed, and returned to his book.
This so-called Priest of Saradomin sure wasn't very holy. "Maybe I can help you?" Joe suggested. "What could you possibly do?" "Well, is there something that you need me to do, or something? I tend to attract these type of situations."
"Oh, oh, fine. I have been meaning to visit Father Urhney in the swamps. Where he's off on vacation, meditating. He's my assistant minister. He might know something about this ghost problem of ours."
Joe walked out of the church grumbling. Lucas looked at him. "So, did we miss it?" "Yeah, by about a week. Now we have to go on a stupid quest, to the swamps." "The swamps!" Lucas burst out. "Great.."
The two hopped over a pile of rocks stuck in the murky, marsh ground. They hopped over on the other side, their feet sinking into the green mud. They walked forward onto a hill, their feet sloshing noisily in the mud. "Hey, that must be the guys hut." said Lucas.
Joe knocked on the door. There was no answer. "Father Urhney?" Joe cried out and creaked open the door. There was a grey-bearded man, sitting there. And to their astonishment, floating in mid-air in a meditating position. And sprawled around him was candles, burning low, as if they had been lit for a long while. "Urhney?" Lucas tapped Father Urhney's shoulders and the man cried out and fell on his back. "What is the meaning of this!" he pulled out a knife. "Who be you?" he pointed the knife threateningly at the two.
"We're here about a Ghost out the chapel graveyard, your chapel's graveyard, Lumbridge Cemetary. "Yes the Restless Ghost, I be seeing him through my meditations, you must be the two I been looking for, eh?" she got up and brushed himself off, and put the knife away. Then he walked off and shuffled through some drawers, mumbling to himself. Joe and Lucas exchanged glances. "Ahh!" he exclaimed. And shut the drawer and turned around, holding an amulet on a leather chord, holding a ruby. "The Amulet of GhostSpeak, it allows you to communicate with the restless spectres and spirits." He said in an ominous tone, and tossed it to them from across the room.
"Thank you Father Urhney!" Joe called as he closed the door.
Joe opened the cemetary gate, it was getting near nightfall now. And a weak mist wafted between the tombstones. Lucas followed behind him cautiously. Joe put the Amulet aroun dhis neck and the deppressed moans and groans of the ghost turned into ghostly voiced swears and grumbles. His eyebrows shot up, and he nodded to Lucas to follow. He made his way across the dew-covered grass to the crypt on the other side, where ghost howled from. He peeked into a window, there was the ghost, his exact words were muffled. He was a grey spirit in chainmail and chain legs, and he had a steel helmet that was like a straw hat., and his red eyes pierced the dim light that one candle only illuminated.
"H-hello?' Joe stammered as he opened the door to the tomb and peeked inside, there was a breathe of cold air and he shivered. "We shouldn't be here, we really shouldn't be here.." Lucas said and looked in through the window cautiously. "Who dares enter my chamber!" the Ghost wailed. "Umm.. We do?" Joe swallowed. "Leave, go awa-." He stopped, and looked at Joe carefully. "You can.. Understand me?" he said, more quietly. "Yes, and I want to help." He opened the door wider and stared straight at the Ghost, his gray skin was transparent and you could see the coffin and stone block wall behind him.
The Restless Ghost seemed to ponder a minute, and it became deathly silent. "Come in." and Joe tugged trembling Lucas inside as the torches ominously flamed up, as if the Ghost wished it so. The two sat down on a stone bench. "So what's the problem?" Joe asked weakly, the Ghost had dissepeared into the shadows. But suddenly his blood red eyes were visible again. He walked back into the light and answered: "One day a warlock came into here and robbed my coffin, stealing my skull for some insane reason. And my spirit cannot rest without it being fully put to rest." And he looked up at the roof, like he was looking up at the moon. Just rising out of the dark clouds. "So, where did he take it?" "He said something about taking it to his tower, to become immortal or something, I dunno. He was gonna study it anyway.." Hmmm…" Joe thought for a moment. "Warlock.. Wizards…Tower, tower…aha! The Wizard's Tower, that's probably where he took it!" the Ghost looked hopeful. "Could you bring back to me, mortal? I grow tired of being forever bound to this plane."
Joe nodded and tugged at Lucas's sleeve. "C'mon, we're going to the Wizard's Tower. Why, all that ghost told us was that he can moan, and groan, and clank those stupid chains of his.." Lucas yawned. "Nevermind that, I'll tell you an the way." He pulled him up and out the door. The Ghost staring after them curiously.
The two companions feet clanked against the wooden boards leading to the Wizard's Tower in their armor, slowly walking forward. They pushed open the doors and walked in. The place was just a mess of doors, stairs, ladders, and books. It was almost like a maze. The two descended the stairs to the basement of the Tower. The Basement was divided into three chambers by stone walls. In one room was a skull, resting on a stone shelf. Joe inched toward it, a candle burned next to it, as if it had been started just an hour or two ago.
Joe wrapped his hnad around it, but there was a flash of light from inside the light, sending beams of light across the room. He staggered back and Lucas caught him. A mysterious mist wafted out of the skull's eye sockets swirled around slowly, creating a purple cloud. There was a clank and a skeleton lunged out of the smoke and Joe and Lucas leered to opposite sides and the skeleton slammed into the wall, knocking off its skull. It reached down and reattached it, then it turned back to the companions. Blood red dots glowing in his darkened eye sockets. The two pulled out their weapons.
Joe his Mithril Schimmy, and Lucas his iron two-hander. Joe spun the scimitar in his hands and charged the skeleton, stabbing through some of it's ribs, and sending them flicking off to the floor. The skeleton whirled its hands about and hit Joe, in the face, sending him staggering backward. Then Lucas swiped off his skeletal arm and Joe leered to the side to strike, the skeleton dodged skillfully, its bones clanking. And it kicked Lucas in the gut.
He fell on his back and Joe dodged a blow and swiped off its skull, then sliced in half while in mid-ar. And it became a pile of bones on the floor. Then he picked up the skull and put it in his pack. Then he helped Lucas up. "Bud, wakey-wakey, time to go." He smiled humorously.
The two listened as the Ghost moaned, it was actually moaning this time, even to Joe's ears. He knocked on the door, and the Ghost whipped open the door, stirring up the leaves slightly. And the Ghost became very giddy with delight as he sensed his skull nearby. Joe supplied it from his back, and he noticed the Ghost seemed to waver.
Joe walked over to the coffin, and slowly pulled open the cover. There was a dusty skeleton, and it was lined with cobwebs. And there was an indention in the fabric above the neck bone where a skull had once been. He slowly screwed the head back on. He turned and saw the ghost waver and blur, slowly taking on the form of a mist that wafted into the newly replaced skull. "Thank you…" and Joe felt Prayer Magic running through his veins, he heaved a deep sigh and shuddered slightly. Then he slid the cover of the coffin back on and turned to Lucas.
"Dude, ya coming?" but Lucas was curled up on the stone bench, snoring softly. Joe shrugged and dusted off the rug at the entrance of the tomb. Then he wrapped dropped it onto Lucas and he snuggled in and lay his head on the opposite side of the bench. And fell softly to sleep in a few minutes, just as the sun came up.
And later, a couple hours later, Father Aerick sneaked between the tombstones and glanced inside the painted-glass window. He put his hands over his eyes and aquinted, trying to see through the awkward light from the other windows and the dusty windows. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, had he seen those two little adventurers sleeping on the stone bench? He looked, there was nothing but darkness and the strange multi-colored light that made the objects it shined on distorted. He chuckled to himself, they had probably not returned from their quest yet. They probably got lost in the swamps.. He shook of the thought that the Ghost had got them, and continued to his work. Writing in his journal about the strange incident, but there was something missing. The Ghost wasn't moaning any longer..
Well, the second installment of the Chronicles has arrived, I'm actually having fun writing these. It's kinda fun writing about this type of thing. I don't know why, maybe it's because it's already played out or something..