Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25270243-20150203005815/@comment-25270243-20150211235152

''Nice one there, Banana. The houses on Normkin however are, on average, not mansions.''

I had some more things to do. I needed some iron for the bow, I needed string, and I needed yew wood. And to get all of that, I needed a looooot of money. Fortunately, I had a lot of iron, being one of the best bakeries in Normkin. I got a bit more money then went to the one place in Normkin that nobody wanted to be in; the separated "palace" of the Runners.

I always questioned why the Runners had always avoided me. Many of them were younger than I, and I was more nimble than a few of them. Still, I didn't want to be one. Or at, I don't think I do. I often dream and fantizise about what it would be like to be a Runner. But that was before I first met them, today.

When I approached the "Palace" the door was wide open. Let me say Palace is an overstatement. This big, stone building looks good on the outside, but worse than my farm on the inside. I walk into a large room with several Runners in a conversation.

"And so after I saw that guy with the sword, I shot at him, but then the sword dropped out of the socket, a chain following it, and it started swirling around, and he shredded my arrow! I'm telling you, the Red Sun on Rockma are our last shot at beating the Thornhus!" When I hear that, I freeze in place. Red Sun? What the heck is that? On Rockma? What? I'm about to ask the guy what he means when I hear voices outside and lots of chaos. When me and a few other confused Runners go outside, we hear the same words being shouted.

"THE THORNHUS ARE ATTACKING!"