Wrote this up in five minutes, I'll be continuing this; just what do you think of the opening paragraphs?
Before you say it, I know it's a little sad to write stories about Runescape. However I'm taking Literacy as a GCSE option & it's good to practise every now and then and my knowledge of RuneScape makes it easier to write stories on the subject; although yes... some of what is mentioned in this story may not relate to RuneScape at all.
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It had been over a 4000 years since I'd last visited the world of humans. They were corrupt in their ways and wouldn't see fit to someone like me coming to visit, however now they would plead for my assistance.
Their fear had been confirmed only a few days ago, the Old Gods were rising; the recent earthquakes & natural disasters had been their way of confirmation, however this was far from the truth. The confirmation of their arrival would come in a days time. Were they to arrive the creatures that dwell in the dark would scatter and make way therefore I would be travelling to the Slayer Tower at first light to see if it was true, if my beliefs were correct (which they usually were) there would be no sign of life at the slayer tower.
There was not a soul alive who had not heard of the Old Gods, some believed they were Myths that ceased to exist; others were true believers yet none knew of the threat they really posed.
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The story is going to be based off Zamorak/Guthix/Saradomin