RuneScape:Wiki Post/Fan fiction/The Stone of Jas - Chapter 1

Radimus Erkle looked out the window, awaiting his visitor.

Head of the Legend’s Guild, Radimus was an aging man with grey hair whose job was to test budding adventurers and decide whether they were worthy enough to enter the greatest guild in the land. Draped on his back was a beautiful white cape, shimmering faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window. Only members of the Legend’s Guild were allowed to wear this cape, which he called the Legend’s cape.

Ten minutes passed as he anticipated his visitor’s arrival. He tapped his fingers against the windowpane impatiently; there was an urgent matter at hand.

Then from outside, the guard shouted, “Legend’s Guild member approaching!”

Finally! Radimus straightened up and adjusted his shirt. He watched as the guard bowed low, opening the gate with a flourish of his arm. A gallant young boy strode through, his own Legend’s cape billowing behind him like a flag in the wind. Greeting the guard with a nod, he proceeded to walk up the neat path toward the guild doors.

Radimus Erkle stifled a laugh. Did the boy always have to look so noble? He held open the entrance doors, allowing the boy to step inside. Radimus smiled. “Welcome back to the Legend’s Guild, Binny.”

“Good morning, Sir Erkle!” said Binny, saluting. “I see that you don’t laugh anymore when you say my name.”

Binny was a tall boy of seventeen. Lean and elegant, he cut a striking figure with his fancy tunic and velvet boots. His dark hair contrasted sharply with his light green eyes, which were partially hidden under his heavy lids. Strapped to a belt around his waist was a long, slender rapier that seemed to pulse softly with a golden light.

Radimus chuckled. “I’ve gotten used to saying your name. Anyway, Binny, take a seat,” he said, gesturing to a small table nearby. “We must talk.”

Binny walked over to the table and sat down, but he shook his head. “No, we mustn’t talk; we must act. If this is as urgent as you claim, then we can’t waste time. Give me a brief explanation about what’s been happening, and then tell me what to do, Sir, and I’ll take action immediately.”

“Sensible young man,” said Radimus. “Very well, Binny. Listen closely, for I have grave news. If I recall correctly, you helped prevent the theft of the Staff of Armadyl not too long ago. Thanks to you, it is in safe hands. Or at least it was in safe hands.

“Lately, someone has been trying to get his hands on the Staff. At first we were able to thwart his attempts, but he was far too powerful to resist for long. He managed to penetrate our defenses and steal the Staff. Now I’m guessing you already have an idea of who this person was, and you would be correct. It was Lucien.”

Binny gasped. Lucien! The villain was notorious for his magical powers, which were even stronger than Binny’s. In the past Lucien was pitiful and weak, a small threat, but he was slowly getting stronger. Eager for more power, Lucien attempted to steal an ancient artifact called the Staff of Armadyl from the temple in which it was being guarded.

It was then that Binny stepped in. Wielding his pulsing blade, he managed to drive Lucien off and stop him from stealing the Staff. After that, Lucien was not heard of for several weeks. Many people believed that he was gone for good — but they were wrong.

Radimus nodded gravely. “Lucien has returned. With the Staff of Armadyl in his possession, who knows what he is capable of? He is probably powerful enough to take over the world. Unfortunately, his whereabouts are unknown, so I want you to go to Taverly and speak to Ivy, who has more information than I do about Lucien. She is inside the longhouse, and you know the code. Go!”

Binny stood up. Reaching into his pocket, he drew out a small crystal orb which he had imbued with the power of teleportation. On its clear surface, his reflection looked back at him: a face of determination. “Sir Erkle, I will do my best to defy Lucien. We will meet again.”

He rubbed the orb. Light poured out from it, enveloping Binny from head to toe, and then he began to fade into the air.

Radimus watched with a hint of a smile on his features. “Good luck, Binny.”

And Binny vanished, leaving nothing where he had stood.



Binny knocked on the door.

He had arrived in Taverly, a religious community that was home to a majority of Gielinor’s druid population. Before him stood the longhouse, a building that served as the druids’ meeting place. Usually, druids could come and go as they pleased, but today a “Closed” sign hung from the door. However, Binny knew the sign was just there to prevent people from barging in while he and Ivy discussed Lucien.

After knocking on the door twice, he said the code in a firm voice. “Our friend places great faith in totems.”

Binny heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened. A blonde-haired woman in white robes stood in front of him, smiling. “Hello, Binny. We’ve been expecting you.”

Stepping inside the cool, dim building, he acknowledged her with a nod. “Hello, Ivy. It’s been a while.” Then he raised an eyebrow. “We?”

“Oh yes,” said Ivy as she closed the door behind him. “There is someone else with us today. Binny, this is Thaerisk Cemphier, a friend of mine.”

A tall, heavily built man with a white beard walked up to Binny, smiling warmly. He held a hand out in greeting. “Ah, so you are Binny! It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Binny immediately took a liking to the friendly man. He shook Thaerisk’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. So you’re on our side too?”

Thaerisk nodded. “I have been working against Lucien for quite some time, actually. You probably haven’t seen me before because I spend most of my time in my study. My job is researching people who have a connection with Lucien.”

“And that is the reason we have asked you to come here,” said Ivy. “Radimus has informed us that you want to act as soon as possible, so we’ll make this quick. You see, Thaerisk has found information on someone who may currently be assisting Lucien.”

Binny widened his eyes. “That’s great news, Thaerisk! Who is this person?”

“A treasure hunter by the name of Movario.”

“Movario?” Binny asked, mostly to himself. “Movario. I’ve heard that name before.”

“Maybe you have met him somewhere. Underground, perhaps?” suggested Thaerisk, winking at him. “That’s where he usually is, judging by my research.”

“Aha!” exclaimed Binny. “I remember meeting a man named Movario in the cave goblin city called Dorgesh-Khaan! He told me he was looking for a source of power that he had detected in the caves, but then he refused to say anything else.”

“A source of power…” gasped Ivy in astonishment.

Thaerisk laughed in triumph. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” asked Binny, perplexed. “The Stone of Jas!” yelled Thaerisk, pumping his fists in the air. “Movario is helping Lucien to find the Stone of Jas!”

“Shhh, quiet,” whispered Ivy.

Binny nodded. “Let’s keep it down. Thaerisk, so you really think Movario is looking for… the Stone of Jas? An object that may not even exist?”

Thaerisk shrugged. “The Stone of Jas is a mystery. No one knows whether it is real, or even what it is supposed to be. But Lucien has already stolen the Staff of Armadyl, and my research is telling me that he wants something else. He has already requested Movario to help him find it. From the legends I’ve heard, the Stone is incredibly powerful, and with both the Staff and the Stone in his possession, Lucien will be unstoppable. Regardless of whether the Stone exists, we must stop Lucien at all costs, and by Guthix we will!”

Smiling in approval, Binny clapped his hands together. “Very well, I will join your cause and do whatever I can to stop Lucien. Now, is there anything—”

Binny abruptly stopped talking and stood still for a second. He turned towards the door, a frown upon his features.

“What is…?” Ivy began, but Binny put a finger to his lips and she fell silent.

Leaning against the door, Binny could make out a barely audible noise coming from outside; it sounded like something tapping against metal. The boy closed his eyes and muttered a brief incantation. All was quiet for a moment. Gradually, a cloudy haze filled Binny’s mind, granting him x-ray vision as well as transforming his eyes into heat-seeking devices. He looked at the door. A red form in the shape of a human was kneeling, his hands fumbling with the lock. A second figure stood just behind the first, holding something long and blue. A sword. Binny’s eyes flew open.

“Get back!” Binny whispered urgently to Ivy and Thaerisk. They obeyed without question, retreating further into the longhouse. Pushing up his sleeves, Binny took a few steps from the door and turned around, facing it. A green glow appeared around his right hand.

Behind the door, the kneeling red figure was still trying to pick the lock. Binny raised his palm. The door creaked slightly inward, unlocked by Binny’s spell. The figure grunted in surprise and quickly closed the door again, but then, realizing that he had “succeeded,” the figure chuckled victoriously and gestured to his partner, who gave him a thumbs-up and walked up to the door, placing his hands on it. Then he pushed.

The door vanished.

Too late to stop himself, the figure stumbled forward, straight into Binny’s rapier. Before the other figure knew what was happening, he felt his muscles freeze with some unknown force, rendering him incapable of movement.

Groaning in frustration, he watched helplessly as Binny stood over him with a strange smile on his face. The figure gulped; this boy would show no mercy.

Walking slowly around him, Binny examined the man. He was nothing special: bald and pale with even paler robes. A bow was strung to his back, assumedly his weapon of choice.

Binny looked behind at Thaerisk and Ivy, who were standing huddled in the far corner of the longhouse. “It’s safe now,” he called to them. “Come see what I’ve got.”

“That’s one of Lucien’s assassins!” exclaimed Thaerisk as he saw the immobilized man.

“You’re kidding me!” said Binny. “How does Lucien know where we are?”

“There is no telling what he can do, seeing as he’s so powerful,” Ivy said. “We are all in danger, and we will have to tread carefully from now on. Good job on capturing this man though. We can question him.”

The assassin mumbled loudly.

"Oh, woops," said Binny. He had frozen his jaw muscles as well. He waved his hand, and the man seemed to relax. “Now you can talk.”

“I will say nothing,” the assassin stated blandly. His head moved to one side and then to the other. A smile flickered on his face.

Binny pointed his rapier at his throat. “You will say something. Where is Lucien and what is he planning to do?”

Silence.

The rapier moved closer. “I repeat: where is Lucien and what does he plan to do?”

When the assassin remained silent, Binny pricked the point of his blade against his throat. “Death comes easily, you know. One thrust is all it takes. Unless you tell me what I want, that is.”

The assassin’s eyes gleamed. “True. But some people do not know the meaning of betrayal.” And with a triumphant cry, he threw his neck forward and impaled his own throat on Binny’s rapier.

Binny jerked his hand back, but it was too late. The assassin grinned and opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead a gurgling sound came out. Blood spurted from the hole in his throat. Then his eyes misted over and his head dropped to one side.

Astonished, Binny turned around to look at Ivy and Thaerisk, who had similar expressions on their faces. Looking back at the dead assassin, Binny shook his head slowly. “He was testing me. He knew he had the opportunity to commit suicide when I released part of my magic and allowed his head and neck to move. I didn’t know that he would so readily die for Lucien.”

Ivy walked over and placed a hand on Binny’s shoulder. “No one could have known, Binny. It was not your fault.”

Thaerisk nodded. “You did your best, Binny. He would not have given any information anyway, had you known his intentions.”

Binny sighed. “I know. Thank you both for your sympathy. I guess it wasn’t so bad after all; now we know that Lucien has loyal followers that are willing to die for him.”

“Well, now that that’s taken care of,” said Ivy, “we have a task for you, Binny. We want you to track down Movario. But first, may you dispose of these two bodies for us? And where’s the door?”

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 * By: Tienjt0

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