It was only when the group woke up surrounded by the scents of herbs and potions that they realized where they had set up camp. Jack had never been to Taverly before, and having arrived by night he had neglected to appreciate his surroundings until now, partly due to the bad light and also due to the severe fatigue he had been suffering. It seemed to be a village that had seen very little change over the preceding centuries, with most of its dwellings made of wood. The dwellings themselves were very impressive and stretched up many levels, connected to each other at some height so that it was almost one enclosed village. The group however did not have the time to hang around and investigate the village, for their journey was far from over and their supplies were sure to run out soon if they did not make it to Catherby in the next two days.
The group pushed on towards the White Wolf Mountain, searching for an easy passageway across its grey, bleak crags and valleys however none amongst them had the first idea about mountaineering. Gamestar suggested to the group that they should walk north to the guild of Hero’s where they could leave him behind and try to find a guide across the mountain. Doctor Henry said he knew of an ancient dwarven path underneath the mountain, although in his groggy state of mind he could not remember exactly where the entry and exit points where. Goten, unwilling to listen to the rambling dwarf pushed him aside and started to walk North, shouting back to the group ‘Hurry up then, I don’t want to hang around with this pea brained dwarf all day when we could be actually making some progress.’ Sensing the annoyance in his voice, the group followed and walked mainly in silence after Goten for what seemed like miles. Dr Henry lagged behind, sulking about the insult that had just been cast upon him.
When the Hero’s guild came into view the friends realized all was not what it seemed. For a start the whole building was strewn with cobwebs and the oil lights had been replaced by wooden torches. Pumpkins lay in piles by the front door, a huge Jack-o-Lantern sat slightly to the right of the building and the whole front entrance was covered in harmless ghosts and skeletons. Gamestar turned to the group and enquired as to what the date was, to which the reply came October 31st. Halloween had arrived and they hadn’t even noticed. As they approached the door, it opened itself with a loud creak, which shuddered through the bodies of the four friends. ‘I’m a tad scared,’ laughed Goten, trying to cover his true fear. ‘No need to worry,’ said Jack ‘I am sure this is all just Halloween decoration and inside will be just normal, I know that’s what it would be like at my house.’ The group shuffled into the main hall of the guild and looked around. The fires were lit and the guards were in position, everything seemed normal. Gamestar walked further in, the guards stopping him crossing the threshold.
‘State your name and purpose,’ commanded the first guard. Gamestar looked deadly straight at him and replied ‘My name is Gamestar. I am the Chieftain of the Barbarian Village, I come here on the request of your leader.’ The guards paused and looked at the rest of the group, Gamestar continued ‘I present Dr Henry, Goten and Jack, friends whom travelled with me from the village to here; I should hope you would receive them as you have me.’ The guards nodded and instructed the group to take the east staircase to the second floor. Outside the weather had turned and the bright start to the day was now marred by a snowstorm blown off the mountain. ‘Weather is a tad grim,’ said Goten, the others nodding in agreement. Before anyone else could speak, the sound of trumpets arose and the leader of the Hero’s Guild reached the top of the staircase. ‘Gamestar, I am so glad you have come, there is an urgent matter which I must discuss with you in private. Your friends must forgive me but this is a very sensitive matter to the security of the peoples of Runescape.’ Gamestar replied that he would be happy to talk to the leader in private, and bid his friends stay and wait a while.
‘What shall we do?’ asked Dr Henry. Goten smiled and said ‘ Its Halloween guys, and judging by the fact that he is not back already, Gamestar could be some time, so I suggest we get into the spirit of the day and one of us tell a Halloween tale.’ Jack replied that he knew the perfect story, so the group got comfortable and listened to the tale.
‘Once upon a time in a small town, far away from the rest of civilization, there was a tomb. The tomb bore a simple message ‘this tomb be cursed, beware all those who dare to disturb it.’ Now as I said this small town was along way from civilization, but so was Tom. Tom was 9 years old and had become lost after going hunting with his older brother. Tom had walked for three long days trying to find his brother, but he had been going in the wrong direction and had finally stumbled across the old abandoned town. The buildings were in ruin, with bricks and blocks scattered all about, however one structure remained. Tom of course was drawn to this structure, which turned out to be the old church. In front of the church was the graveyard, where the tomb was right in the centre. Tom approached the tomb and walked all around it. He could hear a sound, a melodic drumming like a heartbeat. Was the tomb alive? It certainly sounded like it. Tom walked to the entrance and lifted his hand to the handle. His hand made contact with the cold stone and then suddenly the door flew off with an explosive force, throwing Tom backwards. Scrambling to his feet, Tom looked back to the tomb, where his eyes met piercing red, harsh white and cold black. It walked to four legs straight towards him, the white turning out to be its fangs, and the red its piercing eyes. Tom ran, he ran for dear life trying to escape it, but it was no good. The beast set upon him, threw him to the ground and bit him once on the side. Tom passed out, but when he woke up his memory was very hazy, the first thing that struck him was the strong sent in the air of blood, it was so vivid, much more so than a human could sense. His hands felt sweaty, he looked at them and realized they were covered in fur. His whole body was!!! Tom had become infected, he was now a WEREWOLF!
‘Boring,’ interjected Dr Henry. Before Jack could think of a suitable comeback Gamestar returned. He looked pale and almost feel into an armchair in the corner of the room. ‘What’s happened?’ asked Jack, Gamestar looked at the group and replied …
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