The Prologue of my New Story
Well recently I've been writing a story on the Runescape forums and I've been getting good reviews. I'd now like to get reivews on it here, just remember, it takes place in Runescape since that's what the forums require. If I get decent review, I'll put up the first chapter. So here's the prologue:
A legend states that at the creation of Gielnor, eight Majharrats created a weapon of their own. Each of the weapons was blessed with a special power and the ability to change based on the wielder's conscience and beliefs. During the god war the weapons were lost and spread around the world. They were quickly recovered, but were hidden. Their power was deemed to strong and they have been lost for many years. As the weapons were concealed, the Majharrats who created them were said to have made a deal with the three major gods.
"If any one person collects every weapon we created, would you bless each one with your powers?" they each pleaded. After many arguments the three gods came to an agreement.
"We will under one condition," the gods said with a smirk, "The weapons must be melted down and forged into a single blade." The Majharrats agreed, but soon found a flaw in the deal. The weapons were made with the strongest of metal and not even the lava in Karamja could melt them. The Majharrats once again complained and the gods stated, "Let's just see how clever the inhabitants of the world are." And soon the weapons were forgotten. Many years later a single one was found and soon the hunt began for more.
This is the tale of Gale, a weapon hunter who has been researching many years and finally is on his way to get one.
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Gale strode quickly through Lumbridge. The wind blew harshly on his face as he walked up to the gate into Al Kharid. He brushed his crimson colored hair out of his hazel eyes and groaned.
"It's too cold!" he exclaimed, he spent the majority of his time indoors next to a warm fire. Because he spent so much time, he was soon the head historian of his branch at the Historical Society. His ten coins were placed in the hands of the gatekeeper of Al Kharid.
The instant he passed through the gates he was on his way to locating the first of the eight Majharrat weapons.
