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Runescape Chronicles
The Knight's Sword
Sir Vivyn's squire paced the courtyard urgently; an escort opened the doors to the White Knight's Castle. With him, he escorted a rune-armored knight with black hair into the courtyard.
The flier of him fluttered lightly on a door across the courtyard.
"Joe PK, ah, you have arrived." He breathed a sigh of relief, and scurried over. "As you know, I need your assistance."
"Yes."
"I have carelessly…misplaced Sir Vivyn's celestial sword. And I must replace it before he returns." He fiddled with his finger, absentmindedly straightening his helmet, and started stroking his long, brown beard.
Joe nodded, yet another quest that he was to be assigned. He sighed, "So where do I come in?"
"Sir Vivyn's sword is forged in the artistic style of the Incamdo Dwarves, there are very few left, if any. Only my Sir knows for sure, and I dread to ask him, if I may arouse his suspicion. And, the metal of which it is found is not easy to acquire as it is either, blurite, a very rare, and also beautiful, if I do say so myself, metal.
"It cannot be replaced easily, and is mined deep within the confines of the Ice Giant Dungeon. Not only do I not wish to take absence of the Fortress, I fear I am far to low leveled to face the Ice Giants it holds inside it."
Joe almost brightened at the mention of the dangerous area, atleast the quest was going to be interesting.
"So are you.. willing?"
"By Saradomin I am!"
"You must first travel to Reldo of Varrock Castle, I'm sure, with his vast literary knowledge, will know where to find the Incamdo Dwarves, if any." Joe remembered the Squire's parting words. And he was just now entering a courtyard of a castle, this time of Varrock's.
It was filled with merchants, adventurers, mages, and rangers alike. Varrock had always been something of the trading center of Runescape; its town square had also been flocked with merchants, selling things to adventurers.
And there might just be some passerby selling or trading all on his own. And the bustling crowds were always a problem, especially with clueless adventurers trying to sell off some item they don't need. Joe just deposited them all in his bank account.
He managed to wiggle his way through the crowds, trying to lose a knight trying to sell off his old, bronze short sword.
He shut the wooden doors behind him. And turned around, he was in the foyer, there were portraits and such on the walls, a great staircase ascended infront of him, he walked to its side, and went through the door to the gardens.
A specially walled off area in the center of the castle, filled with a beautiful garden including rare flowers, and one-of-a-kind trees. Joe walked under the great tree in the center of the garden, as its shadows fell over him. He opened the door on the other side of the garden, and went again in the stone corridors of the palace.
He walked over to the library door, which was wide open, candlelight visible. Joe approached it and looked in; a man in a beige suit was bent over his studies, writing in a book with his pen.
Reldo almost seemed to sense Joe's approach, and he looked up, revealing a bushy mustache, and beard. "Hallo, adventurer. I'm only writing in the annals, feel free to look around, knowledge is power." He smiled warmly.
"Actually, sir." Reldo stopped again, as he was about to start on his work again. "I was wondering if you might have any information on the Incamdo Dwarves, or maybe the last of them."
Reldo looked grave. "If you're looking for one, I'm afraid they're wiped out." He seemed to look away; Joe had a disappointed look on his face.
"Nah, I'm kidding, there's still one more left, maybe a few more scattered around this world of ours, but I wouldn't know."
Joe let out a sigh of relief, "So where would he be?" "He's out southwest of Port Sarim, there's a cliff where he lives in a cabin, shouldn't be too hard to find."
"Thanks, sir." "You're welcome to come back and borrow a book anytime you wish." Reldo called after him.
"He likes Redberry Pie!"
Joe walked behind high cliffs, the salty sea washing up on the sandy beach to the west. And the rocky cliffs rising above him to the east.
He went over a hill, and he could see the small cabin, smoke billowing from its chimney, several meters away. When he tried to peek in through the windows, he found them obscured by ash. He went instead and knocked on the door, a flickering, red light shone through the crack in the bottom.
A stout voice chimed from within:
"Who is it?"
"An adventurer looking for some help." The voice inside squealed happily. "Visitors, come in, come in!" and Joe slowly creaked open the door, and a puff of ash flew in his face, and made him double over against the door-frame.
He walked inside, atleast a thin layer of ash coated everything in the room. Frankly, the room could've belonged to an Ogre.
There was a plump figure over the forge, smoke puffing from it, coating the room in even more ash as he worked the bellows, there was an anvil on one side of the room, perhaps this Incamdo Dwarf might let him use it sometime.
He brushed some ash off a wooden chair and sat down, the Dwarf turned around, smiling, he waved at Joe. He hobbled over and Joe noticed rather plump features, his sickly-yellow shirt and brown pants barely fitting over his flabby flesh.
He very well could've been an Ogre.
"So, w'at can Thurgo do fer you?"
Joe coughed as some ash floated around his face. "I need you to make a special sword out of Blurite for Sir Vivyn." Thurgo but his hand to his chin, the fat on his arm jiggling uncomfortably.
"I made one of dose fer the White Knights before, I can't really 'member it though, do ya have a picture, maybe a picture of the Sir wit' it?"
Joe looked at him for a second, then put down his hands and sighed.
"Just give me a couple hours or so.."
"Oi, and I need a couple of 'dem 'dere iron bars!"
Thurgo yelled after him as Joe ran through the sand infront of Thurgo's dwelling.
Joe hurried over the bridge leading into the White Knight's Castle, and looked around the courtyard. Then leaned against a pillar, panting hard. He'd practically ran back to the Castle, and was tired out.
After he had fully rested for a few minutes, he proceeded over to the hall on the western side of the Castle, hoping Sir Vivyn's Squire was still inside, he was lucky, he was there, talking to Sir Vivyn, no doubt stalling him. Sir Vivyn turned, waved at Joe, but walked into the courtyard.
The Squire saw him and hurried over.
"You've returned, do you have-."
He looked up and down Joe's person and saw no Blurite sword.
"Where is the sword?"
Joe sighed. "Do you have a picture of the sword, maybe a diagram, schematics, or a portrait of Vivyn with it?" the Squire made his mouth into a thin line.
"There is a portrait tucked away in Sir Vivyn's bedroom cupboard-." Joe slapped his head. "Ofcourse, Sir Vivyn's room, why can't it ebver be in the easy-to-get-to room?" he grumbled to himself. Then turned around for the stairs as the Squire added behind him:
"Hurry, the Sir could return at any time!"
Joe hurried up two flights of stairs up to the third floor corridor, he grumbled again, and hurried down the hallway to a room with a gold plaque labeled "Vivyn" on it, and kicked open the door. Then he bustled forward, and began opening cupbaords and drawers, trying not to disturb anything that Vivyn might find amiss.
And he finally flung open a cupboard where a rather well-painted portrait was leaning against the side. He took it out, and stared at, chuckling.
"A picture of a posing paladin, he won't miss it."
He quietly shut the cupboard, shut the door slowly behind him with only a small creak. Then as he walked down the corridor, walked past Sir Vivyn, he followed him with his eyes suspiciously until he was out of sight.
Joe hurried past the Squire and other Knights in the courtyard and left the Castle, half-running, half-walking the way back to Thurgo's.
As he approached the door, he panted and opened it. Thurgo turned around, and he held out the portrait, that was uncomfortably covered in ash already. Joe went forward as he handed the portrait to Thurgo, and he brushed off the same chair and sat down.
"The iron bars?"
Joe reached his hand around back and dug in his back, then dropped two iron bars heavily on the table, he'd withdrawn them from his bank in Falador on the way here, he groaned as more ash went down his throat.
"Umm, an' Thurgo needs some blurite ore."
Joe groaned again.
"So where do I get it?"
"'Dere's a cave on da' hill behind my house, an' you might wanna armor."
Joe groaned a third time, dumped out his rune armor on the table from his pack, and began to slip it over his clothes.
Joe hurried over the hill, grass growing again away from the sand near the cliff.
There was a hole with rough rocks strewn about around it. He swallowed, and climbed downwards on the rock, when he was a few feet away, he jumped down , sending a small cloud of dust up. He looked around, there were rocky walls everywhere, he sighed. Joe walked forward, reaching to pull down with a visor, but somebody grabbed him and pointed a dagger to his neck.
"Hey, bub, how much gold you have in yer' little back pack?"
The mugger hiding in the shadows laughed raspily, but Joe leaned forward and flipped him over his head into the wall. But he didn't realize that he wasn't the only one in the small cavern. He dodged a swipe of a dagger.
Pirates and Hobgoblins were with him, yelling "Argh!", and drool rolling down their scarlet chins as they hissed at him. The place was a hangout for thugs and lowly creatures. He jumped up, kicking a hobgoblin and mugger against the wall. He drew his schimitar, and let the dim light from above reflect in a Pirate's face. And as soon as he covered his eyes, he slashed across his chest and the Pirate fell with an "Argh!"
He swung around, and clashed with another pirate, and a Hobgoblin with a Bronze Battleaxe, and the blade of the axe quickly flopped off and made a line down the Goblin's chest, he hissed and fell. Then he returned his attention to the Pirate, who's bronze schimitar came uncomfortably close to his face, he stepped backwards then and parried. Joe finally managed to disarm the sea scoundrel, gashed his side, and made a well-rounded kick to his head.
But another mugger and hobgoblin were creeping up behind him, and he barely managed to block their blow. The clang went painfully up his arm.
Then both fell to the ground with a yell.
He turned and yelled in surprise, with dirty blonde hair in steel plate mail, was Scotty Kill, another person with a rather intriguing title from his reputation in the Wilderness. He held up a rune longsword, the Mugger's blood mixed with the Hobgoblins.
They went back to back, and slashed, parried, and dodged the oncoming horde of villains.
Scotty and Joe swung out in unison, slicing to Hobgoblins heads off respectively and tossing them against the wall. The room was a mess of blood, bodies, and fallen loot. Scotty bent down into a pile of bloodied gold, separated it out, and tossed half to Joe.
"What are you doing?"
"Looting, what do you think I'm doing?" Joe shrugged, and reached down, picking up some uncut gems, he put them in his pack, and slipped a Pirates' eye-patch over one eye.
"Argh!"
Scotty chuckled, finished counting out the gold coins he'd collected, and put them in his own backpack along with some assorted runes a Hobgoblin had in a bag at his belt. "So, why are you down here in the Ice Giant Caves?"
Joe wiped some Goblin blood off his shoulder plate and answered, "I'm looking for some stuff called Blurite ore." "You mean the crystal stuff in the Ice area? I wouldn't tread over there, crawling with Ice Giants and Knights, I was just getting some practice on these thugs. Since the Ice things don't come out of their own little place."
Joe gulped.
"Ice Giants, yay.."
The ice part of the cave was pretty much what it was called, the floor was frosted over with ice, and it hung off the ceiling like stalactites. And ofcourse, doomed to walk it forever, were bumbling Ice Giants and Knights.
"Ready, go!"
The two split up, and Scotty dropped the wooden logs in the floor, he whipped out a tinderbox taken off a Pirate, and lit it. Just as the creatures turned to Joe they sensed the heat and growled. One giant roared across the chamber, his heavy steps literally cracking the layer of ice over the floor.
Joe slipped across the chamber, pulling out a black pickaxe, and hurriedly began chipping at what was presumably blurite at the north side of the chamber. It rung his pickaxe that sent jolts through his arms, he shuddered, took a deep breathe, and continued to chip away at it.
Scotty parried with an Ice Knight, and eventually the cold in the chamber was his downfall, the frost covering his sword allowed it to shatter easily. Its pieces scattered across the floor and into the fire, the Knight grunted angrily.
But Scotty stabbed him, and his armor simply shattered through and he crumpled and fell. The mad Ice Giant then charged for him, icicles hanging from his beard, frost flecking his already blue skin. It swung a mythril mace that crashed into the fire, and flame licked the Ice Giants arm, travelling up it and catching his beard ablaze.
Scotty drew some of the Runes he'd looted from the Goblin, two Air, one Chaos, he tossed them on the ground, they shattered and he focused.
"Wind Bolt!"
A burst of wind but out the fire on the giant but also knocked him unconscious against the wall, but two Ice Knights were behind them, their frost-covered swords swiped threateningly.
"Scotty, let's bail!"
Scotty turned as he shattered an Ice Knight's helmet. Joe, across the room, held up a chunk of rock with gleaming, blue minerals in it.
"Definetely blue."
He smirked, kicked the fire apart, the Knights and Giants scattered as he and Joe escaped from the Cave.
Scotty and Joe collapsed on the ground, the ore rolling in the grass, and Ice Giants roar of rage echoeing from the hole into the Ice Giants' Cave.
"Okay, better hurry this to Thurgo." Joe got up, Scotty laughed halfheartedly and followed him. He had been scratched by a Mugger's dagger before he'd found Joe, and winced at the pain in his leg, though he never mentioned it to Joe.
They entered Thurgo's cabin, he turned around, strangely enough, the room almost seemed cleaner, the door had been left open and the ash floating to the outside world.
"Here's the ore."
He collapsed in the strangely clean chair, as Scotty did so on the floor, and Thurgo caught the dropping ore, and moved over to the forge. Picking up the tongs and taking the ore in them, he put it over the fire, and pumped the bellows once before turning to Joe.
"Yer friend is hurt."
He nodded toward the now ash-covered gash on Scotty's leg that he was already inspecting, having stripped off his leg-mail. Joe kneltt down, and went into his pack for bandages and some light beer.
As Joe swung about near the edge of the cliff with his sword, sparring with an imaginary pirate, Thurgo smithed the Ceremonial Blurite Sword for Sir Vivyn, which they only had a few more hours to deliver. Scott watched, sitting against the side of Thurgo's house, drinking some beer to ease the pain in his leg.
"Da' sword is done!"
They heard Thurgo's stout voice pierce their thoughts, Scott got up and hobbled in as Joe sheathed his schimmy and followed.
Thurgo held up possibly the sweetest looking sword Joe had ever seen in his entire life, from Shilo Village to Falador.
"My Saradomin, that is one awesome sword."
Scotty muttered in awe behind him. The blade itself was almost translucent, light reflecting brightly off the grey-blue surface, and the hilt and guard were both an opaque dull blue. The almost dull hilt made the blade shine even brighter. And the strangest thing was the fact not a fleck of ash seemed to touch the blade. It simply floated around in the air and around Joe's ears, only reflecting in the sheen of the blade.
It was dusk, and Sir Vivyn's Squire looked around frantically at the White Knights' Castle bridge, the ceremonies were beginning, other squires were dropping confetti onto the courtyard. Sir Vivyn would be looking for his Squire as he worried.
Then he saw a cloud of dust on the horizon.
"HUZZAH!"
The cry should've been faint, but echoed as if it was next to him, and two figures came into view. Both were in rune armor, shining in the fading sun'' light.
The Squire beamed as they skid to a halt infront of him across the boards, almost pulling off one plank. They smiled at him, and Joe held out the glimmering sword in his hands.
"Courtesy of Joe PK Questing Services, with alittle help from Scotty Kill."
The three exchanged a delighted grin of glee. Sir Vivyn's Squire nodded thankfully and gave them a bag of gp to split amongst themselves for the trouble, and turned just as Joe could see Sir Vivyn walking across the courtyard toward him, confetti fluttering everywhere.
"Definetely blue."
He and Scotty repeated together, laughing for no apparent reason.
Okay, that's six pages long on word, longest chapter I've ever written, so it BETTER be worth it. And I think it more than makes up for the fact that I haven't updated in quite a few months..
Live long and prosper! V/
You'll get it..