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?


5. The North

The origins of the wilderness are still an enigma, many professors and academics have continued to study it throughout the years. The only facts known for sure are that it is one of the last remaining scars of the legendary war of the gods. Many men and strange beings fought and died across this vast horizon of scorched earth. The air itself is thick ash, the ground crumbles and cracks upon any weight and the sky is immersed in choking black clouds. Dead trees litter the landscape; there are very few men who dare to tread here. I had heard myths of revenants haunting the endless night, stalking anything they discover and rumours of vast, concealed beasts that are waiting within the deepest of caverns. Only the bravest and most daring freely wander the wilderness, fearing what they might awaken or arouse with their presence. I was always nervous, yet sensitively aware of my surroundings. It’s too easy to lose your bearings and become lost in the shadows and the fog. I knew what I wanted to accomplish, I would bear northwest whilst avoiding the tall standing obelisk of air which seems to attract evil, magnetising every foul, malevolent force in its vicinity. I was really searching with the hope of stumbling across even the tiniest glimpse of a trail, or a scrap of evidence to point me in the right direction. Roughly fifteen minutes due north-west of the obelisk there was a dense collection of pale trees awash with dust, surrounded by deceased undergrowth and protruding roots from the dirt. I saw something which I had been pessimistically searching for; firmly caught within the bony arms of a lifeless bush was Joel’s ball. Sorrow took hold of my body, “Oh, no” I said sadly to myself, distracted by grief and losing faith in what little hope I had left . I grasped the ball and pulled it out of the bush, exerting my strength in frustration. As I tore the ball away from the grasp of the fragile branches I noticed something peculiar through the nettles and dead branches. I cautiously removed my machete and irately slashed my way through the perishing plantation. As the out stretched limbs of the trees snapped and broke around me I hastily walked too far without realising the soil ceased to be in front of my feet. I desperately flailed for something to grab hold of to prevent dropping into dense darkness. My own fate was sealed; I lost my footing and fell.

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