The Life & Times of Jeroenvt: Diary of a Questmaster

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The Life & Times of Jeroenvt: Diary of a Questmaster

Post by jeroenvt on Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:42 am

This is, at it's core, nothing special. It's a story about runescape, written in first-person. Enjoy. I've only written the first chapter so far, and it's 5 pages in Word about Tutorial Island. Hereby, ye be warned.

Welcome, my dear friends. Come inside, it’s cold out there. Can I get
you anything to drink? Would you like a sip of my nettle tea? I can ask
Alathazdrar to cook you up some nice curry, if you’d like. Please, sit
down, make yourselves at home. We have a long story to tell, and limited
time to do so. Are you ready? Good! Let me take you on a journey
through the life of Jeroenvt, whom started out as a low-levelled
warrior, and slowly but surely worked his way up to a Master Quester.
Note: This is written in a first-person perspective, instead of the gamers’ perspective.

The Life and Times of Jeroenvt: Diary of a Quest Master

Chapter I: Every journey begins with one small step


I
opened my eyes, disoriented. I was in a small house, with only two
rooms. By the northern wall was a chest and a sink. Behind me stood a
table behind a glass wall, complete with chairs. A single man stood near
the door. I looked at him wearily as I approached him.
“Greetings! I
see you are a new arrival to this island. My job is to welcome all new
visitors. So welcome!” I didn’t know what to say, so I let him continue.
“You
have already learned the first thing needed to succeed in this world:
Talking to other people! You will find many inhabitants of this world
will have useful things to say to you. If you leave through this door,
you can start your own adventure.”

I thanked this mysterious man,
and went through the door. I laid my hand on the fence, and walked down
the stairs outside. I followed the road, and came to a pond with 5
surrounding trees. Underneath one of the trees sat a woman. As I
approached her, she said:

“Hello there, newcomer. My name is
Brynna. My job is to teach you a few survival tips and tricks. First
off, we’re going to start with the most basic survival skill of them
all: making a fire.”
Bryanna handed me a backpack, which contained a hatchet and a tinderbox.
“Go
on over there, chop down a tree.” I looked at her with caution, but the
smile on her face convinced me she wasn’t going to do me any harm. I
ran to one of the trees surrounding the pond, and swung my hatchet at
it. It took me a long time, and a lot of effort, but eventually, I
managed to cut the tree. As it fell on the ground, I started working the
trunk into logs.

“Well done! Now, try using your tinderbox on
the logs.” I did as she asked, and attempted to light a fire. I had to
try four times before I managed not to hurt myself with the tinderbox.
Eventually, the logs caught on fire, and their warmth spread through my
body as pride. I ran over to Brynna again.
“Well done! Next we’ll
need to get some food in our bellies. We’ll need something to eat. There
are shrimps in the pond there, so let’s catch and cook some!” She
handed me a net, and nudged her head toward the pond. I looked for a
spot that appeared to be crawling with the little animals. They were
easy enough to catch, and it didn’t take long before I had a couple of
shrimps.
“Now try using them on the fire to cook them.”
Excited, I
ran over to the fire I’d lit, and I threw the shrimps on. In all my
hurry, I didn’t pay attention to the shrimps, and it didn’t take long
before they were burnt. Ashamed, I went to catch more shrimp, and threw
them on as well. This time, I took care in what I was doing, and surely,
the shrimp cooked! Bryanna looked at me approvingly.
“Good job, newcomer. I have taught you the basic skills needed, go on through the gate to find your next teacher.”


I
hurried through the gate, and followed the road to a house. I knocked
on the door, and it was answered by a man dressed in a cook’s gown. He
immediately greeted me with a smile from ear to ear.
“Welcome, newcomer! I am the Master Chef, Lev. It is here I will teach you to cook food truly fit for a king!” I was surprised.
“I already know how to cook. Brynna taught me just now.”
Lev laughed, and his belly was shaking.
“You
call THAT cooking? Some shrimp on an open log fire? Oh no no no, I’m
going to teach you the fine art of cooking bread. And no fine meal is
complete without good music, so we’ll cover that while you’re here too.
Here, take this first.” Lev handed me a pot of flour and a bucket of
water.
“Just mix the water with the flour, and you’ll get dough.” I
poured the water into the pot of flour, and mixed it. Before long, I had
a big ball of bread dough.
“Good, good.” Said Lev.
“Now just use it on the cooking range, right over there.”
He
pointed me towards the south end of the room. Tucked away in a corner,
there was a cooking range, red hot. I walked towards it, and cooked the
dough for a while, until it was thoroughly baked. I turned to Lev, and
he said:
“Well done! Your first loaf of bread! As you gain experience
in Cooking, you will be able to make other things, such as pies, cakes,
and even kebabs! Now that you’ve got the hang of cooking, I’ll teach
you about music. All you have to do is imagine instruments, and play
them. The music will form itself into a masterpiece in due time.” I
imagined a harp, and pulled at some of the strings. It formed a melody I
could not describe. I decided to call it the Newby Melody, to signify
my arrival in this world. I thanked Lev, and he said:
“Not a problem,
my friend, not a problem. I have taught you all I can, so it is time
you moved on. Just go through the door, and meet your next instructor.”

Behind
the house was yet another field, and a road to follow. The chirping
birds elevated my spirits, and I did a jump of joy. Filled with energy, I
ran across the road, and came up to yet another house, albeit a more
grand and imposing one than the ones I’d seen so far. Curious as to what
was behind this door, I knocked, and was greeted by a voice.
“Come in, my friend, come in.”
I walked into the room, and was immediately greeted by an elder man, who looked vivid as in his younger days.
“Ah,
welcome adventurer. I’m here to tell you all about quests. Let’s start
by giving you this list of available quests.” The old man handed me an
empty list. As my hands touched it, it suddenly filled itself with
hundreds of quests. Amazed, I looked at the man.
“Now that you have
the Quest Journal open, I’ll tell you a bit about it. The Quest Journal
is an enchanted piece of parchment which will detect people in need of
help. At the moment, all quests are red, which means you haven’t started
nor finished them yet. When you start a quest, it will change its
colour to yellow. This is so you can easily see what’s complete, what’s
started, and what’s left to begin. The starting points are marked on
this map as well, which you can use to navigate the globe. Look out for
the symbols, they indicate a quest starting point, just like the one you
should see right here, on my house. The quests themselves can vary
greatly, from collecting a few items to slaying mighty dragons. There’s
not a lot more I can tell you about questing. You have to experience the
thrill of it yourself to fully understand. You may find some adventure
in the caves under my house.” I tried to process this flood of
information, but the old man would speak no more. I decided to go down
the ladder and into the caves to discover this adventure.

Down
the ladder, I ended up in a huge cavern system. Giant stalagmites and
stalactites decorated the dark interior, slightly lit by burning torches
on the walls. I ran through the corridors, eventually coming up to a
room filled with grey and brown rocks. In the far corner, there were a
couple of anvils and a furnace. A man was standing by one of them,
vigorously hitting at one of the anvils whilst brandishing a fiersome
pickaxe and a stylish purple cap. I ran up to him, and before I had a
chance to say hello, he greeted me.
“Hi there. You must be new around
here. So, what do I call you? Newcomer seems so impersonal, and if
we’re going to work together, I’d rather call you by name.” said the
man.
“You can call me Jeroenvt.” I told him.
“Alright then, Jeroenvt. My name is Dezzick, and I’m a miner by trade. Let’s prospect some of these rocks.
I
walked up to one of the grey rocks, and examined it. I saw every nook
and cranny there was to the rock, and before long, I discovered it was
filled to the brim with Tin. Curious as to what was in the others, I
went across the room and prospected one of the brown rocks. I found that
it was full of copper. Excited, I ran back to Dezzick to tell him what
I’d discovered.
“I prospected both types of rock! One set contains tin and the other has copper ore inside. “
Dezzick looked at me approvingly.
“That’s
absolutely right, Jeroenvt. These two ore types can be smelted together
to make bronze. So now you know what ore is in the rocks over there,
why don’t you have a go at mining some tin and copper? Here, you’ll need
this to start with.” He handed me a bronze pickaxe. I walked up to the
tin ore yet again, and raised the pickaxe high above my head. With all
the strength I had in me, I let the pickaxe come down on the rock, and
little tidbits of ore fell off. I swung at the rock again, and again,
until I’d uncovered the tin inside. I picked it up, put it in my
inventory, and repeated the progress on the copper ores. By the time I
was done, I was panting, sweaty and my arms were incredibly tensed up.
Dezzick looked at me, and nudged his head towards the furnace. The heat
it spread was immense. I put in the Tin ore, and quickly placed the
copper next to it. I watched the metals melt, and eventually, they
became one. The furnace went out, and the melted bronze ore was poured
into a small, rectangular-shaped mould to dry. When it had dried and
cooled, I picked it up. It was heavier than I’d thought. I went back and
spoke to Dezzick once more.
“How do I make this into a weapon?” I said eagerly.
“Okay, I’ll show you how to make a dagger out of it. Here, you’ll need this.” Dezzick handed me a hammer.
“Now,
go up to an anvil, and do exactly what I do.” Dezzick walked up to one
of the anvils, and smithed a bronze dagger as if it were nothing. I
observed his every movement as he did so, and when he beckoned it was my
turn, I tried my best to repeat each and every one of those movements.
The hammer hit the anvil hard on my first hit. My second swing hit the
metal. Slowly, but surely, I smithed a bronze dagger out of a lump of
metal.
“Good job.” Said Dezzick.
“Move on to the next tutor. He will show you how to do combat.”
“Thank you, Dezzick.”

I
ran through the big metal gate at the far end of the cavern, and came
into a bigger cavern, filled with gigantic rats. I jumped back as one of
the rats ran at me, with hunger in its eyes. Its giant teeth looked as
if they could easily tear through a block of solid concrete. Suddenly,
the rat banged its head against the metal railing of the bar it had been
caged in. Vigorously snarling at me, he tried to gnaw his way through
the bars, to no avail. I spotted a half-naked man standing near the rat
cage, examining the monstrosities. I quickly ran up to him.
“Hi! My name’s Jeroenvt.”
“Do I look like I care?” said the man harshly.
“To
me you’re just another newcomer who thinks they’re ready to fight. I am
Vannaka, the greatest swordsmaster alive. Let’s get started by teaching
you how to wield a weapon.”
I quickly drew the dagger I’d smithed earlier from my backpack, and talked to Vannaka again.
“Very
good, but that little butter knife isn’t going to protect you much.
Here, take these.” Vannaka handed me a bronze sword and a wooden shield,
and showed me how to hold them properly. He then told me to go through
the gates and kill a rat. I was scared, but did as I was told. I went
through the gates, and attacked the first one of the giant vermin
monsters I saw. I lunged my sword at its eyes, but it dodged and bit at
my feet, its giant teeth scraping my toes. We continued our dance of
death until eventually, I was able to land a blow directly between its
eyes. The rat collapsed, and left behind a pile of bones and rat meat. I
hurried through the gate, and talked to Vannaka again.
“I did it! I killed a giant rat!” I told him, proud of my achievement.”
“I
saw, Jeroenvt. You seem to be better at this than I thought. Now that
you have grasped basic swordplay, let’s move on. Let’s try some ranged
attacking. With this you can attack your enemies from a distance. Also,
foes unable to reach you are as good as dead. You’ll be able to attack
the rats without entering the pit.”
He handed me a wooden bow, and
fifty arrows with bronze tips. I wielded the bow, and pulled one of the
arrows from my backpack. With utmost care, I pulled the bow string
backward, and aimed at an especially big and ugly rat. My fingers let go
of the string, and it threw the arrow at the monster, hitting it right
behind its head. With a single shot, I had already killed a rat.
“Nice shot, Jeroenvt.” Said Vannaka.
“I have nothing more to teach you. Move along.”
I
nodded at him as a means of saying thanks, and hurried along to the
next part of my exciting adventure. I climbed up a ladder, and emerged
next to another building. On the walls, there was a great big money
sign. Curious, I wandered into the imposing building to see what was
inside.

“Good day, would you like to access your bank account?”
said one of the men behind a counter. I’d barely turned the corner, or
he’d already seen me.
“Yes please.” I said, curious as to what I owned.
The
man handed me a note, and as I touched it, it suddenly changed and
showed me an almost empty bank with 25 golden coins in it. I figured
this must be another one of those enchanted parchments like the quest
journal. I tapped the golden coins, and suddenly they were in my
inventory. Amazed, I tapped the coins again in my inventory, and they
were in my bank. I tapped the pickaxe, the hammer, the bread, everything
I’d used so far but my weapons, and each of them appeared on the
parchment. Bewildered, I handed the parchment back to the man, and got
on my way once more.

In the next room, there was a man,
constantly pacing and bent over some papers, muttering words. I decided
to speak with him too, he might be a tutor as well.
“Hello. Who are you?”
The man looked up and said:
“I’m the financial advisor. I’m here to tell people how to make money.”
“Okay. How do I make money then?”
“How can you make money? Quite.” He laughed.
“Well,
there are three basic ways of making money – Combat, quests and
trading. I will take you through each of them, very quickly. Let’s start
with combat as it is probably still fresh in your mind. Many enemies,
both human and monster, will drop items when they die. Now, the next way
to earn money quickly is by quests. Many people on Runescape have
things they need doing, which they will reward you for. By getting a
high level in skills such as cooking, mining, smithing or fishing, you
can create or catch your own items and then sell them for a profit.
Well, that’s about it. Come back if you’d like to chat again.”
I thanked the man, and went on through the door.

Outside, I followed the path to a chapel, in which a monk was praying.
“Good day, Brother. My name’s Jeroenvt.”
“Hello,
Jeroenvt. My name’s Brother Brace. I’m here to tell you all about
prayer. Prayers can help in combat. You just have to pray to the Gods,
and think of the advantage you want to get, and the Gods will help you
as much as they deem fit. Activating prayers will drain your prayer
points, which you can recharge by finding an altar or another holy spot
and praying there. As you noticed, most enemies will drop bones when
they’re defeated. Burying bones will gain your prayer experience, and
will make the Gods more likely to help you. Now, move on to the final
instructor.”
A bit uneasy by this short and slightly unpleasant meeting, I thanked the monk and went on my way.

Outside,
I followed the road to a peculiarly shaped house, in which a man in
blue robes and a pointy blue hat stood. Inside, there were 2 chicken
pens, one on each side of the house.
“Hello.” I said to the man.
“Good
day, newcomer. My name is Terrova. I’m here to teach you about magic.
Let’s start by telling you which spells you can use in the world of
Runescape first.”
Terrova taught me for many hours on end which
spells had which effect, and how many runes they cost. Runes were a
special type of stones that had magical properties.
“Let’s try the
spell Wind Strike out on one of those chickens, shall we?” said Terrova,
and he handed me five air and mind runes. I walked up to the chicken
pen, and channeled the power of the air and mind runes through my hands,
as Terrova had taught me. Nothing happened. I calmed myself and tried
again, and this time, the chicken was thrown backwards against a wall,
exploding in a puff of feathers and bones. Terrova quickly cleaned up
the mess, and smiled at me.
“Well, you’re finished here now.” He said.
“I’ll give you a reasonable amount of runes when you leave. Do you want to go to the mainland now?”
“Yes please.” I said.
“When
you get to the mainland, you will find yourself in the town of
Lumbridge. If you want some ideas on where to go next, talk to my
friend, the Lumbridge Guide. You can’t miss him, he’s holding a big
staff with a question mark on the end. He also has a white beard and
carries a rucksack full of scrolls. There are also many tutors willing
to teach you about the many skills you could learn. Now, get ready, I’m
going to teleport you.”
“Okay. Thanks for the help.” I told him. He smiled and said:
“No problem, Jeroenvt. Take care.”
He
started muttering some words, and a couple seconds later, I was pulled
through a portal, and I saw all the houses I just went through passing
under me. I saw that the island I’d been on was separated from the
mainland by a sea, and suddenly, I was standing at the gate of a giant
castle. The buzzing of many voices found my ears, and I was filled with
excitement: I had started my very own adventure across Runescape.

End of Chapter I
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Post by Slayer Noir on Thu May 24, 2012 6:08 am

It's just occurred to me that I never got round to commenting on this and you're probably thinking nobody read it. I did, and I enjoyed it, (while its pace is a tad alarming, I must admit), and I'm looking forward to chapter two.
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Post by jeroenvt on Thu May 24, 2012 7:35 am

Slayer Noir wrote:It's just occurred to me that I never got round to commenting on this and you're probably thinking nobody read it. I did, and I enjoyed it, (while its pace is a tad alarming, I must admit), and I'm looking forward to chapter two.

Well, the pace follows the quest itself. I take everything I do literally from a youtube video. I'm glad you liked it though, working on the second chapter as it is.
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