Thieves In the Shadows Chapter 1: A Dishonourable Heist
Our mission was a success. We arrived at Ponsan, the port town of Dhar Pei’s Vantage in the afternoon, which I must say, was later than I'd expected, but we got started right away. I knew about the reward of five hundred pounds of terracotta for anyone that could put an end to the recent phenomena of the children falling sick after glowing green orbs were seen leaving their bodies at night, but the locals explained the situation anyways, shortly after my crew of seafort guards and I settled into an inn. Over riceballs and Eastern saké, they told us of how it all began.
You see Portmaster, Ponsan was a rather well-off town, with a thriving trade and fishing industry and that was rather obvious from the beautifully detailed oriental buildings, all of which had sloping roofs that curved upwards, the fine silk robes the Easterners wore, and the many luxury goods sold at the market we passed on our way to the inn. De
Semi-Divine Help, Part 1Soli Deo Gloria
No good deed goes unnoticed…
“Please, madam Icyene! Please, by Saradomin, I implore you; please help me!”
The black haired, black eyed, fair skinned Yanillean woman stopped the White Guardian on the way to completing another clue scroll. Zorial looked her way, and walked towards her.
“What do you need help with, madam?” Zorial said, looking at the distressed woman.
“My daughter….my daughter was kidnapped by a demon of Zamorak. She was looking for her pet cat, and she wandered to a ritual site…” She quivered and buried her hands in her face, looking as if she would sob. Zorial felt a feeling of sadness and compassion in her heart.
“Where did the demon take her?” Zorial inquired.
“I think...it was to the west…” She said, looking up at Zorial again and seemed to derive some comfort from looking at her wings.
Sounds like they may have gone to the Ourania Altar…. Zor
RS: Rising in the East (Part 1)“I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice, Tomlin—the answer is still no!”
“But, Portmaster, this is of great importance!” The portly missionary sounded just as confused as he did frustrated. “This is far more essential than a mere terracotta cache—have you not hoped to find this final scroll fragment for some time now? It is the only one of its kind!”
“Perhaps, and I will think of a way to obtain it,” she replied, straightening out one of the hair ties in her bright purple hair, “but this is not the way! I can’t condone you stealing from this church, not even for the scroll piece.”
“The heathens will not be likely to simply hand it over peacefully or bargain with you,” Tomlin pointed out. Jaina was normally so sensible despite her youthfulness and lack of life experience; surely she should understand simple reason. “It will be simple enough to create a non-lethal diversion—
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