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?


7. Rock and Web

My progress was abruptly halted; the tunnel ended and opened out into a large cavern, with a chasm separating me from the entrance I could see on the other side. The roof was illuminated with a warm orange glow. Anxiously, I peered over the edge and stared into the boiling river of magma below; I could feel my heart thumping from the adrenaline of combat, which made my head throb like a drum. I frantically searched for a solution to my problem, hunting for a miracle lever which would teleport me across. Conquered, I lurched back and collapsed to the floor, staring at the hypnotising light show on the ceiling. I took off my helmet and pressed my thumbs into the temples of my head, attempting to massage the pain. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my head, allowing it to slowly limp to the side. Upon re-opening my eyes I noticed a small rocky path hidden to my left, stretching out over the cavern, suspending a rocky outgrowth across the gulf. “If I could swing across ... hmm” I deliberated. My mind fanatically sparked into life. “Yes!” I cried out in euphoria. I had an idea which even I thought was insane, but I was prepared to try anything now. I madly rummaged through my rucksack to salvage as much rope as I could find. “It’s not enough!” I screamed in frustration at the roof, crushing whatever I had in my hands. “I need ... more! ... rope! ...” I paused, noticing the abundance of spider webbing all around the cave.  “I could use spider webbing!” I elatedly yelled. I walked back to the edge of the chasm and started to judge how much webbing I would roughly need. Closing one eye and examining the distance through my little finger and thumb, I came to a guessed decision on the length of webbing required to swing acorss. Brandishing my sword, I went to work slicing it all down. Thick, sticky threads of web fell and thudded on the floor around me, I was surprised at how easy it was to pick up and carry, although the same couldn’t be said for detaching it from my grip. Once I was satisfied, I retrieved my pickaxe, which was loosely tied to my backpack and attempted to break a piece of rock somewhat suitable to attach to the web for standing on. Fortunately, I had spent many hours training with the dwarves in their mining guild and I was able to etch an appropriate sized rock much quicker than I had anticipated. The lengths of webbing continued to be difficult to handle, its adhesiveness made it constantly stick to my backpack and collect dust off the dirty floor. I found binding the various fibres together physically draining, yet I was intent on ensuring that all the binds were tight and strong. I couldn’t help but become more irritated with this tedious task, I growled aloud in annoyance every time I missed the thread. Eventually, I felt confident that I had fashioned three correctly sized, delicately crafted ‘web-ropes’ which I could use and have faith they would hold my weight. I tentatively wrapped the rope around the rock and then tied a sturdy, expertly executed knot. I pulled it as hard as I could until I could hear the tension in the webbing and dragged the rock up to the overhanging archway. Cautiously, I walked along the support, shaking from side to side whilst I tried to maintain my balance.  I timidly jumped up and down, half expecting the rocky outstretched arm to snap, leaving me to descend into the magma pit simmering below. I sighed with relief, “Solid as a rock” I declared happily. I laid face down and wrapped my arms around the rocky limb; it felt like there was a good two or three inches between my hands underneath. I struggled to thread the other end of the spider rope around the bulk of the rock, but I eventually persevered. “Here we go...” I murmured under my breath. Slowly, I lowered the rock off the edge of the overhanging rock until it hung at full length, suspended below. I calmly backed away from the edge of the stony branch, walking back around to where I entered the cavern, clutching at the other rope I had tied to the dangling rock. Finally, my odd plan had all of its components in place; all I needed to do now was attempt to cross. “This! ... Is going to be the death of me!” I smugly chuckled to myself. I boldly tightened my backpack and pulled the rock towards me. Taking a deep breath, I ran towards the edge of ground, leaping in faith, onto the swinging rock.

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