Dusting off the Cobwebs

This is the first part of some creative writing pieces that I have done that are set in Gielinor/Runescape.

This original story is based on a wealth of ideas from the Halloween quest 'Web of shadows' and is set, pre-wilderness change (for experienced players). However, I have written it for a fresh audience and hopefully minimum 'gaming' experience of Runescape is necessary to understand it all.

It follows the plight of a mother who's son has suspiciously disappeared near one of the most feared parts of all of Gielinor. What new evil has returned in the North?


11. Homecoming

I was curious, “What happened to you Joel?” I asked. As the words left my mouth I felt slight feelings of regret, but I needed to know. “What do you mean? ... The spiders?” he replied. “Yes, what exactly happened to you?” he seemed unsettled at the thought of his ordeal. “If you don’t want to talk I can wait.” I compassionately said. “No, it’s ok” he replied, “The ball bounced over the wall” he lied, “so I chased after it, I got hold of it, then felt a sharp pain in my neck” he said pointing to a sore wound on his neck. “I didn’t realise you had that” I said inspecting it closer. “We’ll have to get it checked when we get back.” I said worryingly. “I don’t remember much after that” he continued “I remember spinning around when they sealed me up in that web thing, but I don’t remember much else.” As he finished we arrived back at the entrance of the cave. “Guthix! I never thought I’d be so glad to see the wilderness again” I declared, relishing the horrible, deathly scent of freedom. “Stay put a moment; this isn’t going to be easy.” Joel rested as I attempted to climb to the summit of the hole. It took close to fifteen minutes before I’d successfully escaped. I still feared what could find us, so I was eager to get Joel out as fast as possible. “Stand on this and hold tight! Oh! And be wary of sharp rocks!” I warned as I threw my grappling hook down to Joel. I was completely exhausted when I eventually lifted Joel out, but it was worth the physical pain to see him desperately clutching to the rope and finally crawling over the edge of the hole. “Can we sit down for a bit?” he pleaded. I swiftly replied, “I’m sorry, but we have to move, it’s just as dangerous out here as it was in there!” I said trying to reason with him. Joel shrugged his shoulders and accepted my suggestion, “Come on, we’re nearly home” I said sincerely. He smiled, and then took my hand. The walk back was relatively safe, I had my wits as sharp as I could possibly muster; however there was little, if any cause for concern. Joel noticed that I was periodically checking behind us every so often. “You can never been too careful out here.” I warned. “Yeah. I understand, I’m never coming back ...  well, not until I become a strong adventurer like you!” he exclaimed. I laughed; it was nice to see he still had zest and ambition. As we approached the ancient, deteriorating wall, Joel could barely contain his excitement, if he had not been worn out from the events of the day he would have ran the remaining distance. “Your mother was worried sick, so was your brother...” Joel stopped. “Oh” he replied, remembering his family. “I had forgotten how they must have felt ... I thought I was going to die”. I thought Joel was going to burst into tears, so I quickly comforted him. “Hey, what matters is that your here now, come on, they’ve been waiting for you”. I helped Joel climb across, and then approached where I had first encountered Angela. Joel couldn’t wait any longer, he ran away from me, straight into his mothers waiting arms. “Joel! ... Oh my baby boy, how I have missed you” she softly said as she embraced her son. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again you hear me!? I was worried sick! Scared to death!” she shouted, pointing her finger directly at his nose. I tried to catch a tiny moment of rest; however Angela had spotted me and came running over, dragging Joel behind her. “Thank you so much! You've made me so happy!” she said as she squeezed me. I could feel my face beginning to burn from the embarrassment of the attention; fortunately my helmet covered my cheeks. Some people had even come out of the bank to see what the noise was. “It’s okay... I was just being a good Samaritan!” I stated. “You don’t even realise how amazing this is, how thankful I really am!” she said, tears falling from her chin. “I will keep up my end of the promise” she continued, offering me a small leathery brown bag of gold coins. “It’s what I said I would give to anyone who found my son.” I didn't want her money, so I protested. “This isn’t necessary, I’m glad Joel is back with you”. I replied. “No!” she stubbornly argued. “I want you to take this and come for dinner as well, I owe you a lot more than this, plus I’ll feel insulted.” I felt emotionally blackmailed into accepting the reward; however I also felt that, had I continued to neglect her generous offerings, she might transform into something worse than the frightening tarantula. “Okay” I replied half heartedly, giving into Angela’s demands. She wouldn't let go of Joel, something told me she was going to be over protective of him for the rest of his life. I offered teleports back to Varrock, but Angela insisted we walked back and inform her of what happened. She, like Joel, experienced a whirlwind of emotions for the duration of the trip. On arrival at her house, Nolan and Susan were eagerly anticipating Joel’s safe return, everyone started to cry upon the sight of Joel alive. I was very appreciative of their gratitude and their warm hospitality, but at the back of my mind echoed the warnings of that supernatural voice. I felt uneasy, yet anticipant, it was pleasant to finally relax, to take my boots off and eat well. I felt temporarily part of their family, safe and secure, but deep down it felt like I just uncovered a small part of a larger, unravelling mystery. 


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