I'm Not The World Guardian (Runescape SI)

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.

Chapter One: Impressed by the Locals

When reality returned to him, Michael was in a large courtyard, with pristine hedgerows that reached just higher than his head following paved paths across a large garden. Round white stone fountains were dotted across the garden, ringed by colorful flowers that were of all manner of shape and colors, even some not native to his world.

Rainbow colored Primrose, purple Hollyhocks, yellow Tulips, Baby Blue Eyes, and all manner of Rose bloomed under the summer sun that was quite comfortably warm. Many flowers were in bloom, even though it wouldn't be their natural time of year to do such. It must have been the magic of some wizard or witch. That was the only logical conclusion that he could come to.

Up on a large hill sat Lumbridge Castle, a massive edifice and marvel of Gielinorian Architecture that had stood since the claiming of the land east of the River Lum all the way back in the fourth age.

What had once been a small village was now a thriving town that one might even dare call a small city if one were to be generous with the definition. The castle itself was much longer than it was tall, with five floors from the ground floor, excluding the large basement that stored most of the food and weaponry, along with any artefacts and odds that were not to be used at the time.

The first floor, aside from the kitchen and dining hall, had several large lounges, each with pristine furniture, couches, tables, and fireplaces. Of course this was to say nothing of the standards, crests, suits of Armor and brilliant tapestries that decorated the blue and white walls. There even was a dueling room where mock duels would take place between combatants, equipped with a ring, sparring weapons, and seats for an audience of fifty or more.

On the second floor was the conference halls and guard rooms, in which many decisions were made that would effect the people of Lumbridge for the years to come.

On the third and fourth floor were the living quarters of many of the trusted nobility, as well as the Duke's on the fourth. Everyone important and trusted enough lived on these floors, and enjoyed the protection the castle offered, with it's tall ramparts, and impressive defenses. Large black cannons lined the walls, and Archers patrolled the walls day and night, while the Duke's best men would walk through the gardens and training yard below.

With the Goblins in the village to the west of the long ancient river Lum seemingly amassing forces, one could not be too wary these days. And there were whispers of the undead rising from their graves in the graveyard behind the Church of Saradomin. These were trying times indeed, and measures needed to be taken, for everyone's sake.

As he looked around at the marvels of the castle, Michael turned towards the massive walls that spanned all around the garden, the nearby training grounds, and the back of the castle.

He could just make out the guards clad in yellow and blue, wielding bows, spears and swords sheathed at their waists. However, something caught his eye, something glittering, something very gold. Not too far away towards the main road to the castle, stood a large four foot gnome statue, made of solid gold just standing in the middle of the path.

Occasionally a guard would pass by, give it a once over, and continue his rounds.

This was in fact, a passion purchase by the Duke, Horacio several years after the Battle of Lumbridge, despite the Duchy being deeply in debt. Still, despite it's gaudiness, Gold in this world had far less value than the Earth he had come from.

He had to suppress a tear from falling out of his eye at the excess display of wealth before walking down the path towards the main avenue. The summer sun shone over the garden, and the bees and insects hovered and buzzed, and the small red squirrels with their white bellies could be seen occasionally bounding across the path.

As he made his way through the garden, he passed a young man and young lady, both about the ages of perhaps sixteen or seventeen, both in brilliant fineries. The young man, a tall red haired boy of thin stature in a white laced jacket with a white lace around his neck, sat on a bench with the young lady in his lap, fawning over him. Her golden hair fell in locks that glittered in the sunlight, and her pale countenance showed she likely didn't spend much time outside of the castle.

Michael passed by them, not saying anything as the sounds of kissing could be heard behind him. It seemed the two had made this as an escape from the eyes of the nobles within the castle, and sharing a tender intimate moment away from everyone else. Best not to disturb them.

After passing by them, and walking down another pathway, he found himself almost walking head first into a woman in her mid twenties who had long parted brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a slightly tanned complexion from no doubt being in the sun of the garden for hours on end all day.

She wore a steel chain body, which had been covered by a silver cloth wrapped over it, and blue pants that were guarded by thin chain wraps at the knees with plated boots. A halberd was fastened to her back, and her corded muscles on her arms gave the impression of an adventurer, or a soldier.

She took a quick step to the side, avoiding a head on collision.

"Watch it" She said with irritation, her sharp voice giving the impression of a grouch.

"Sorry" He said, stopping and looking at her better.

Then, the lady narrowed her eyes.

"I know you from somewhere... Hmmm...No, too young. Must be someone else" She grumbled about to turn and walk away, only for Michael to speak up.

"Jacqueline is it?" he asked, realization in his voice.

She tensed up, turning and looking at him for a good moment.

"Do you know me?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, having seemingly realized by now he wasn't a threat.

"I've seen you before. You're a Slayer Master right?" He asked, building up to his coming question.

"Yes? Go on then, what do you want?" She asked, her curiosity seemingly piqued by this young man. She didn't just tell anyone her profession, and usually just had to deal with suitors that wished to try their luck with a dangerous woman. However, it was obvious that this young man wasn't a suitor. What he was, she had yet to find out.

"Can you give me something to kill?" He asked, suppressing his big grin. It was something he had always wanted to do at least once before he died. It didn't really matter which slayer master it was, but getting a slayer task was always on his personal bucket list.

The woman, who was a head shorter than him gave a soft sigh.

"Fine. If it gets you out of my hair. Go kill ten goblins and bring me back their ears. There's too many of em these days" She replied, motioning her head towards the western wall.

"Yes!" Michael pumped his fist before turning away and running off with a hasty wave alongside a "Thank you!".

"Odd fellow" Jacqueline muttered, and went back to standing around like she had been doing earlier.

Michael ran through the hedgerows, eventually after a few wrong turns making it to the entrance to the castle grounds, which was open at this time, but wasn't so at night. If he wanted to get more tasks from Jacqueline, well he would have to do so during the day.

He had to admit, getting a slayer task was pretty cool, even if it was just the equivalent of any other mmo's basic quest.

Now came the hard part. Killing ten goblins.

He was pretty sure he could manage to do it if he didn't go straight into the village and picked off the stragglers near the outside of the village. He was after all, an untrained, unarmored normal guy.

First, he had to get a weapon.

There were two places he knew off the top of his head. The Smithy, and Bob's Axes.

As cool as a battle-axe was, he was better off with a sword and shield, and so, he made his way past the guards, and out into the village of Lumbridge.

The buildings and houses were a mixture of stone, wood, and white stucco with open faced windows and long clotheslines in their yards. Men, women, carts and children went to and fro, with guards in their blue and white armor patrolling and lounging nearby.

It looked truly out of a fantasy movie, or in this case, game.

Long rows of houses and shops lined the streets, and even a stable filled with unicorns was seen at the distant end of a path to the north. It was all so surreal. If he had to say why he wasn't freaking out at such a situation, he would have to give the explanation that this all hadn't sunk in, and still very much felt unreal, like a disconnected dream.

It was as if he were looking at everything through a disassociated fog. Still, slowly and very much steadily, that fog was peeling away, and everything would soon hit him like a truck.

"Well, off to the smithy I go" He said, taking his first steps toward becoming a true resident of this new world. No way would he try to kill goblins barehanded.