The Land of Death (The Rising Sun Inn)

The Rising Sun, the tavern in northwest Falador, is a paradox wrapped in an enigma.

It is a place of life, a place of love, and a place of death - but mostly, it is a place of death.



A place of grisly, brutal, repetitive death.

People don sets of armor and backflip over tables, people fire bolts of lightning-ice-fire from their eyes, and the laws of physics and lore are completely ignored.

The Rising Sun is where characters go to get stabbed to death.

There is no law, and no order. As you enter, a man with a mug of ale, dressed in a black cloak, stands in the corner, shouting "Hail Zaros the Empty Lord!"

When you ask him how he knows about Zaros, he says "Becuz im a Sturn judge"



Following this, a werewolf and a vampyre all stand from the bar, fully in their monstrous forms, and begin to bicker like children about which of the three races is the most powerful as a white knight feebly cries "sirs... please, sirs, this is a family establishment..." in the background.

The Rising Sun is not a place in Gielinor. It is its own seperate world. A world where lore doesn't matter.

The Rising Sun is the land of kings.