RuneScape Fanatic Fiction
Greenborne- One to Fear
It was a quiet night in the realm, not that anyone could really tell if it actually was day or not since the sky over RuneScape always wore black. The drunks at the Rusty Anchor Pub sat weary in their stools, only putting focus in not falling off. Their days, as it would be dubbed regardless of the sun's presence, had each been filled with adventure, but it was all nothing that any given one of them had not heard before. Any war story or marvelous tale was lived before by any of these weathered veterans, and sometimes twice. Armor of the gods which glistened like new despite the myriad of chinks and tarnishes they bore from ages of battle hung on their still bodies, eager for action once more. Weapons and shields that once took honor in slaying great dragons now leaned carelessly against the perches of their intoxicated owners, unattended and unnoticed. Drowning themselves in ale, none even bothered to see who had just passed through the tavern door.
Three knocks fell on the wooden floor in a repeating series. The off-beat pattern eventually roused one of the patron's curiosity and earned a quick glance. Lowering his head back down, the man jumped from his stool once his clouded thoughts finally processed what they had seen. Leaving his place with a surprising amount of alertness, given his intake, he relocated to the opposite side of the bar. His neighbors were far less inquisitive, barely noticing the fellow betwixt them parting and certainly not caring why. The triad of thuds continued approaching the bar. In the void left by the fleeing one, a regal colored, worn glove, bearing a brilliantly dazzling diamond ring in contrast to its surroundings, deposited a small stack of coins, marred with mud and blood. The two men were frozen, not daring to breath as the barkeep pulled up half a dozen mugs. Sweeping them up in one arm, the figure turned and exited, knocking his staff on the planks as he departed. After hearing the doors swing close and the three part gait no more, the two men sighed with great relief.
"Ay, what is your problem, fellows?" a man next to one of the relieved questioned, pondering their reaction. The color in their faces was returning, but they were still too scared to answer. Looking back over his shoulder, the further man wanted to be sure the individual had, in fact, parted. Turning his eyes back to the inquirer, he gave no verbal response. With a very slight gesture of his hand, he rose each of his digits straight up, all but the last, the little finger. Having gotten his answer, the man, too, became shaken, as did any other who peeked in at what they were discussing. The man who had just left their presence was none other than the Four Finger Fiend, Bimblesnaff Greenborne.
RuneScape and related objects are property of Jagex. Greenborne and other such characters were created by myself.
Last Modified - 10/29/05 | Established 10/29/05
