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I was born in a small Indian village on a mountain that over looked a large kingdom known as Varrock, owned by a greedy king. Years ago we owned all the surrounding lands that the king used as the foundation for his kingdom, but they forced us into retreating up the summit, then after the thievery of our land, the coward asked for a peace treaty… my father the chieftain of our village had no choice but to accept.

20 years later it is my 15th birthday and the king is very ill, we sent our shamans into the kingdom with a right of passage to see what the matter at had was. My father got along quite well with the king after so many years ago and wanted to check up on his friend, seven days have past and no sign of what happened, our shamans have not returned, then suddenly one of our cavalry men came charging into our camp mounted on his steed with a horrified expression on his face, he then showed us the newspapers that had been going around the kingdom, I dared not look at what the title said but my eyes where frozen upon the headline “King slain, son takes throne while killing three shaman in the process.” Then suddenly a dark cloud blanketed the whole kingdom and devoured the sunlight, all grew dark and silent. It remained this way only for but a second when out of the darkness an airship bearing the royal emblem of his majesty penetrated through the clouds raining arrows and gun fire down heavily on us. Moments later when I found a good hiding spot in a cellar that was hidden in case of a sudden raid, I saw the airship opening its hatches and releasing a wyvern mounted by a black armor clad knight. The knight swooped in raining fire down on us from the heavens all was scorched and I witnessed my own parents burn to a crisp. When the knight saw a hatched door on the ground and dived in for landing before I stopped peeking through the crack I noticed the last remains of my village, a small unscathed four leaf clover I picked it quickly and ran far towards the back of the cellar, I thought this was the end for me when suddenly I backed up into a wall that gave away, past this I saw long narrow tunnel that seemed to have winding mazes, the knight had now dismounted his mighty dragon and entered the cellar, he was gaining on me fast, he couldn’t see me to well so I threw a couple of rocks behind him to throw him off of where I was, then I noticed the ceiling was arched so I ran up the wall and hid in his blind spot behind one of the arches. When the knight drew nearer I could feel my heart beat faster I was beginning to sweat, right when the sweat dripped off my nose the black knight had begun to walk again I gave myself a silent sigh but then when the knight heard the splash of my sweat he turned around not noticing anything and than started walking in the previous direction and finally came to a 4 way intersection and decided to take a right. When the guard vanished out of sight I dropped down and took a left. Finally after several hours of walking I reached a dead end with a ladder, I climbed up and eventually hit my head on the ceiling in the darkness. I felt around for a handle and opened the hatch, light came streaming in and hurt my dilated pupils, and then the kingdom as Asgarnia appeared before me, they had been at constant war with their neighboring kingdom of Varrock so I sought to seek refuge here, I am now living with a small reclamation unit known as the Night Walkers, a band of ex-tribe members from around the world of Gaia who plan on rebuilding their tribes and avenging their family name.

(note: this was when i had my indian avi)