First Encounter With RuneScape
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First Encounter With RuneScape
by Chris Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:52 pm
Four Years That would have to be my first exploration into the wide world, about four or five years back; having proudly slain enough goblins to amass a vast fortune of one hundred and fifteen coins, and in the process reached combat level 8, I resolved that I was done with Lumbridge, and that it was time to explore that vast lands that lay in wait.
Previously, I'd only explored the
goblin-infested wilds east of Lumbridge: I would have gone further eastward, but I came to a gate guarded by 
soldiers who required that I pay 10 (10!) coins to pass. I wasn't a fool enough to let myself be scammed by those orange and purple-wearing brigands, so I'd turned my gaze northward. Unfortunately, this, too, had come to nothing, since the northern road was guarded by a pen of ferocious, 
high-level cows; one nearly sent me back to Lumbridge.
My forays into the southern swamp had met a similar fate.
But in any case, as I said, I was now level 8, and could match acow in combat. While my prowess had become great, I still wasn't fool enough to waste 10 coins on a toll or to venture into the dark grips of the swamp...so northward it was.
Now, tales had reached my ears of a terrible, desolate land to the north, where wrathful monsters lurked and where players could do battle: the
Wilderness. Obviously, a mighty hero like me would have little trouble in this place, and could probably make an enormous fortune - a friend of mine had made a foray within, and found coins *lying on the ground*.
So I packed my wooden shield, strapped on my bronze shortsword, and, coin purse in hand, set off northward along the road.
But, as I would find out, dangers were ahead.
I had been traveling only a minute or two when the first warning signs came: wandering around me was a farmer...a *level 10* farmer. Perhaps I should have turned back then...but it was clear that I was near the Wilderness now, so I plowed on.
Then horror struck. I came to a crossroads, and guarding it was a goblin.
At first I was cocky: I'd slain many goblins before. But what a shock it was when I looked at its Combat Level...and saw a red 12.
Well, it was clear I was in the Wilderness now, and I had overestimated myself. But with those vicious
farmers guarding the road back south, retreat wasn't an option - I ran northward, hoping I could find safety. I found anything but.
Unimaginable terrors awaited me; first, a bear of mythic power - level 20-something - and a unicorn only slightly less powerful, at level 15.
Luckily, neither attacked me, but soon the forest ended and I came to a gateway - guarded over by a
giant rat.
Terribly wounded by my fight with the goblin, I endured only a single hit before realizing I was no match for this epic foe. I fled straight west, under the shadow of a grim, dark wall - it seemed there were some buildings beyond, but they were probably inhabited by more monsters.
So I continued west...and then I saw it. A circle of black monoliths, presided over by a horde of black-cloaked sorcerers - one of which turned towards me.
The last thing I saw was a flash of light, and a bolt of dark energy...and I woke up back in Lumbridge, battered, bruised, and humbled.
I knew now that there were enemies out there beyond my wildest imaginings.
I would never venture into the Wilderness again.
Previously, I'd only explored the
goblin-infested wilds east of Lumbridge: I would have gone further eastward, but I came to a gate guarded by soldiers who required that I pay 10 (10!) coins to pass. I wasn't a fool enough to let myself be scammed by those orange and purple-wearing brigands, so I'd turned my gaze northward. Unfortunately, this, too, had come to nothing, since the northern road was guarded by a pen of ferocious, high-level cows; one nearly sent me back to Lumbridge. My forays into the southern swamp had met a similar fate.
But in any case, as I said, I was now level 8, and could match a
cow in combat. While my prowess had become great, I still wasn't fool enough to waste 10 coins on a toll or to venture into the dark grips of the swamp...so northward it was. Now, tales had reached my ears of a terrible, desolate land to the north, where wrathful monsters lurked and where players could do battle: the
Wilderness. Obviously, a mighty hero like me would have little trouble in this place, and could probably make an enormous fortune - a friend of mine had made a foray within, and found coins *lying on the ground*. So I packed my wooden shield, strapped on my bronze shortsword, and, coin purse in hand, set off northward along the road.
But, as I would find out, dangers were ahead.
I had been traveling only a minute or two when the first warning signs came: wandering around me was a farmer...a *level 10* farmer. Perhaps I should have turned back then...but it was clear that I was near the Wilderness now, so I plowed on.
Then horror struck. I came to a crossroads, and guarding it was a goblin.
At first I was cocky: I'd slain many goblins before. But what a shock it was when I looked at its Combat Level...and saw a red 12.
Well, it was clear I was in the Wilderness now, and I had overestimated myself. But with those vicious
farmers guarding the road back south, retreat wasn't an option - I ran northward, hoping I could find safety. I found anything but. Unimaginable terrors awaited me; first, a bear of mythic power - level 20-something - and a unicorn only slightly less powerful, at level 15.
Luckily, neither attacked me, but soon the forest ended and I came to a gateway - guarded over by a
giant rat. Terribly wounded by my fight with the goblin, I endured only a single hit before realizing I was no match for this epic foe. I fled straight west, under the shadow of a grim, dark wall - it seemed there were some buildings beyond, but they were probably inhabited by more monsters.
So I continued west...and then I saw it. A circle of black monoliths, presided over by a horde of black-cloaked sorcerers - one of which turned towards me.
The last thing I saw was a flash of light, and a bolt of dark energy...and I woke up back in Lumbridge, battered, bruised, and humbled.
I knew now that there were enemies out there beyond my wildest imaginings.
I would never venture into the Wilderness again.
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