He Who Slays Dragons

Tarqinder entered the cave with his sword in his hand. The cave's walls were lined with torches, all burning strong flames of orange. Tarqinder passed a man dressed in armour with a halberd in his hand which was pointed in the way of Tarqinder.

"You may enter," the man in armour said.

Tarqinder glanced at him and walked deeper inside the cave. The sound of talking could be heard, and as he rounded the corner he was greeted by a number of his fellow slayers all sat around a large square table.

"Ah, Tarqinder, good to see you again," said the head of the group who sat on a higher chair than everyone else.

"It is good to see you too, Dalmius," Tarqinder said.

Tarqinder was a dragon slayer, and this group was the Slayer Union. Each member was a slayer of a specific species that plagued Gielinor. It was funded by the various monarchies across the globe, but now the money was becoming scarce, the group was facing a dark time.

"Right. Now we are all here I shall begin," Dalmius said. "It is with great regret that I have to announce that the funding we were recieving from Lumbridge has been withdrawn, as they simply cannot afford to keep donating and funding us. These are dark times, but I am sure we will prevail."

"But surely Dalmius, we do not have such a need for money? So what if we cannot have training grounds, or captive foes to train on, we are slayers and should be able to work through any condition!" Exclaimed Lathiki, a demon slayer.