Desperate times call for desperate measures. When you're at the end of you rope even the most moral, reasonable people will do horrible things. And for those who have reached that point Brighthaven is the last bastion of hope in the deepest despair. For those who have nothing left to lose and very little to gain, for the lost, the forgotten, wretched, and poor, their only salvation laid in this city of thieves. Brighthaven was not a town without merit however; here those with nothing but their breaths can rise from nothing. But just as well, this place can be their grave. And Brighthaven is not even the most dangerous place nor where all will find their fortunes. No, that treachery lies in a place not too far, yet so distant: the Ruins of Norn.

A lost city, or perhaps even a forgotten land, rife with treasure. Ancient history lies in the dust and ashes, as well as great power that can change the face of the world. But this place is so treacherous that many have died simply entering the place, and so far none have returned the same. The few who have managed to crawl out have gone mad, but not without showing the world the glories within. Entire nations have fallen trying to search for treasure in this cursed place. Most consider it a living hell. But for the men and women who live a hellish existence, it will be their new home.

You have arrived to the ruins. How or where is known only to you. Wherever your starting location, know that you've just scratched the surface. The first part of these ruins is the hollow city itself; a massive crumbling ruin rife with gutted remains of civilization, now overgrown with vegetation and hostile life. Wild beasts roam in packs to hunt down prey they outnumber or can overpower. Even the insects and plants here can kill a harden warrior, poisoning them with just a scratch of infecting them with an unknown disease. It was here that most go and die. But you're different, hopefully. Perhaps you will be one of the few who can breach just the first layer of Norn and find the treasures within the depths.

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Varrock is like many who enter the ruins; cocky and steady. After all, cowards do not venture even in the direction of Norn. But confidence is a slow and insidious killer. The armored brigand entered the city through a sewer entrance far too small for someone his frame, yet somehow he managed to emerge largely unscathed but smelling greatly of shit. Nothing he was unfamiliar with; bandit life hardly left him time to maintain his hygiene. Besides, this entire place always smells of death. Everywhere you went the scent of rotten carcasses wafted through the air. Sometimes you might even find the corpse, rotting, partially eaten, and stripped naked. Indeed, this place was oppressive.

[b]"Bleh. I hope I can find some treasure that can deal with this scent. Literally shit."[/b]

Hefting his axe upon his shoulder the man lumbered forward. His destination was a large church; one of the few places that seems like it's still standing. he wasn't sure what he'll find there, but surely if it still stands after all these years of abandonment than surely there was something special about it. And while he was approaching the building he did make sure to keep his senses sharp; he had no interest in getting ambushed by the monsters hidden in the shadows or a cunning bandit looking to loot his axe.