I'm Not The World Guardian (Runescape SI)

[Stimpak Medic]

Prologue: Kidnapped

A young man who looked like he had barely crept barely past his twenty second birthday stood in the middle of a magical circle of glowing runes. He was tall for a young man his age, standing just over six foot four with short brown hair, a clean shaven light face, and light green eyes. He had an average body for a young man, neither overweight nor under so.

He had on a gray blazer open to reveal a gray tie, gray vest over a white dress shirt, black belt with a silver clasp, gray slacks, and black dress shoes. A silver watch could be seen on his left arm that made an ever so faint tick-tick noise. He seemed to be taken right out of some event or some other such celebration, and he looked around in shock and surprise.

All around him was a large white room carved from thick white stone that was quite sturdy. Large wooden tables of white wood that was either painted or naturally white had been cleared over to a corner in order to give space for the circle and the young children that surrounded him, aside from the two adults that looked to be overseeing them. The children were garbed in robes of different colors, some blue, some green, and some in a dull gray. They all had some degree of light skin, and either blonde, gray, brown, or sandy colored hair.

They all looked at him expectantly, as if he were to preform some act or some other unexpected thing, but the adults quickly spoke up, disrupting the children's joy.

One of the adults, a woman who looked on the younger side of her thirties, who had a thin face, a small forehead, long brown hair and blue eyes walked over to him and reached her hand out to the young man. She had on a blue robe and pointy witches hat. A long wand made of ash with a golden ring at the tip was in her right hand that she held tightly, ready to use it if the children needed protecting.

"Sir, can you understand me?" She asked, and her accent wasn't any the young man was familiar with, perhaps an accent from somewhere in England, but he wasn't sure. Still, her voice was somewhat soft and pleasant to the ears.

"Where am I?" The young man asked as he seemed to snap out of his trance. He got a better view of the room, and it seemed quite large and bright, lit by several floating spheres of a whitish kind that moved across the ceiling as the people in the room moved.

The woman sighed in relief at his seemingly nonthreatening response.

"Right now, you're in the summoning wing of the Misthalin second Wizard's Tower, just south of the town of Draynor" The woman replied simply, but this was anything but simple to the young man.

"No no no" The young man fell to his knees in horror.

"Sir, are you alright? Should I call a healer?" The woman asked, and several of the children backed away.

"No no no no, this can't be happening" the young man clutched his head in a frightened manner, rocking back and forth before quickly calming down.

"This isn't the worst that could happen" He murmured, and slowly got to his feet, albeit shakily. While the child or whoever had summoned him had brought him over. There was a very very small chance they could send him back, and he didn't want to rock the boat.

For now, he needed to pretend he was from this world. No matter how terrifying it was for a normal human.

The woman, who to her credit was quick to act, spoke up.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" The lady said, taking his hand and leading him over to a table on the far end of the wall, whilst the other adult in the room, a blue robed lady in her late fifties who looked a bit pudgy and was quite short quickly led the children out of the room to somewhere else.

"Sorry Mam, I've not been feeling good lately, and this experience gave me a scare" The young man said, shaking his head slowly as to rid himself of the obtrusive thoughts in his mind.

"I understand. Being forcibly summoned is a terrifying experience. I assure you, this was not our intent. Please accept my apology and let us know where you're from, and we'll get you a teleportation free of charge back home, as well as a pouch of gold for the trouble. Please, tell me your name and title so I can finish any and all preparations" She said, bowing softly to the young man.

Such incidents and accidents happened often, where the children would summon beings and people that they really shouldn't have, to the extent that the Wizard's tower had created protocols in such an event that men and women were summoned from the neighboring country.

Thankfully, no nobles had been summoned up to this point, but you never know when a political disaster would rear it's ugly head. Still, with the assurances from Archmage Sedridor, any such tensions were severely hampered.

'So, I've been summoned to Gielinor? What age is it?' The thoughts were swirling through his head. 'Wait, she said Sedridor, so fifth age most likely, perhaps early sixth' The young man thought.

"Sir, please excuse my asking, but can I have your name and title?" The woman asked again.

'Thoughts for later. Right now I need to make up a random title so I 'm treated slightly better than a commoner' the young man thought.

"Baronet Michael Blake from Eastern Yanille, Miss" He said with the most convincing face he could give, and it seemed she didn't even question him. While the Wizard's tower likely had a registrar of all the major nobility across Gielinor, they likely didn't have a clue as to all the minor nobility, nor did they particularly care outside of the prominent wizard families.

"I understand Sir, We will prepare a Teleport spell for Yanille immediately" The woman said, giving him a soft bow again.

"Can you change that to Lumbridge castle? I was in the middle of a vacation feast with several other baronets in The Sheared Ram, and they must be quite worried" he spoke, trying his best to sound like how he thought one might sound in Gielinor, but whether he was doing a good job or not was completely out of his hands.

"Of course Sir. We will also be sending our apologies by letter to your family in Yanille. Once again, we deeply apologize for any inconvenience we have caused you. Please wait here while we gather your gold from our treasury" The woman spoke, giving a deep bow before walking out of the room with a quick step.

The young man, now known as Baronet Michael Blake let out a soft exhale. Things were happening far too fast, and he was barely holding on. As much as the idea of staying in the wizard's tower would be nice, his act would quickly be caught on to.

He sat at a white chair at the table and rested his head on his hands atop the table, trying to stop his racing heart.

This was real. It wasn't a dream. It was really happening. He had been summoned to Gielinor. Thanks to his quick thinking, he had a one way ticket to Lumbridge. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to do anything, and just leave the hard parts to the World Guardian. He could fix everything, right?

"Oh no" he mumbled into the wood in despair.

The World Guardian he had created was a bumbling fool who was fond of drinking. He likely would be in a bar in Lumbridge drinking his life away, far be it from helping Xenia with the powerful Necromancer in the Crypts of Lumbridge, Dragith Nurn. Nor would he worry about the Thieves' guild run by Darren Lightfinger opening up shop underneath the herbalist's shop.

Anyways, back to Xenia.

Wait...Was Xenia good or bad again?

Shoot, he wasn't sure. Anyways, concerns for later. Right now, he needed to not be caught in the act of impersonating Nobility.

The woman came back shortly after with a small cloth pouch that was quite thickly filled with gold. The pouch was about the size of a baseball, and she handed it to him with a bow.

"Please accept our apologies one last time. In this pouch is two hundred gold. Please accept the teleportation spell" She said, bowing again. It seems they took Nobility seriously in the tower, at least among the teachers and lesser staff.

She stood in front of him and handed him the pouch, which he stuffed into his pocket slowly. Then, she chanted a few words, and Michael faded out of existence.

When he was gone, the lady let out a sigh and deflated.

"Dealing with the nobility is always so frightful. Thank Saradomin that this young man seemed quite laid back" she said, straightening her robe and leaving the room to go to her next job.

 

[Zerak]

Do we need to know any lore? While I played the game when I was younger I did not read any of the lore.

 

[Stimpak Medic]

Do we need to know any lore? While I played the game when I was younger I did not read any of the lore.

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You don't need to. Everything important will be explained in the story. Knowing lore will more so have a few little "Oh yeah, I recognize that" moments that aren't super important.