The Kingdom of the Emerald Hills

brrrrrr, Falador mumbled, observing his glowing breath in the dim light caused by the rolling overcast sky. The day would be comming to an end soon, he thought as he reminded himself to find a place of shelter before the bitter-cold night approached. He had survived the mild winter with temporary huts and housing that he had constructed with his evergrowing skills and wit. However, he sensed a big winter storm in the air, hastely approaching, that would leave him fatally-sick if he were caught outside. As he searched for such housing, he reflected on the reasons in which he was homeless right now. Too stressful! Independance! A change-he needed a change from the ship. He needed to get away from the constant struggles, conflicts, and from having the same meal everyday. He had decided to take a break from swashbuckling for a little while, and retreat back to the wilderness. He wanted to get back in touch with nature he wanted to.. **boom!** his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden blast of light followed by a frenzy of icy-rocks that decended with rain, after one pelted him in the head he took off in a dash, running as fast as he could until he could find any type of roofing. After running for what seemed to be an eternity he found a small cave ahead of him at the base of a large rock, and dove inside. damn that was close, he said to himself, attempting to catch his breath. He took a quick glance around the hole he was in, mumbled "thank god for this sanctuary", and immediately fell asleep.

Hissing under his breath, he moved thorugh the tunnels. He was almost out of supplies meaning it was time again to head into town. Too many people there, that always made him uncomfortable. He stopped to adjust his cloak. It was freezing outside, a penetrating cold.

A thud.

Coming from up ahead. Septumus went back into his survival mindset. He moved slowly, making as little sound as he could. His dagger was already in his hand. It took him about fifteen minutes to make it to the mouth of the cave due to sneaking along. It seemed paranoia got the better of him once more, there was nothing here. He turned around shaking his head, mostly at himself for letting his mind get the better of him. But then he saw it, well him, huddled in the corner...Sleeping. He appeared familiar, a distant memory. Septumus grinned, this could very well be the beginning. He did need to raise an army after all... If he was worthy the plague wouldn't kill him....

So now it begins...

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I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper and millennia to make you enjoy them.

The fight hadn't lasted long but Falador had indeed fought like a true barbarian. In the end Falador lay stretched out at Septumus's feet, face bruised and arm bleeding seriously from a bite that ended up a gaping wound.

The plauge was running through him now. Disease would wrack his body with pain he couldn't imagine and probably kill him, unless he was strong. Hopefully he would survive, he needed at least one to begin with and so much the better if it was someone he had known to be trustworthy at one point. His army would grow in time.

He would need to find another place to camp now, the fight and scent of blood in the air would surely draw predators, probably some he couldn't handle. Septumus picked up Falador, he was already shivering with a cold sweat pouring off him. He moved Falador to the far back of the cave where he would be more safe and left. There was another site nearby he could sleep in.

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I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper and millennia to make you enjoy them.