Author's Note: Hi, everybody! This is my very first fanfiction, so no flames, please! However, I do encourage reviews. Anyway, let's get to the point. This is a story that involves my RuneScape avatar, along with the avatars of some of my friends. This story is written as if this were not a game, just to give you all a heads-up. Without further ado, let the adventure begin!

disclaimer: I do not own RuneScape or any of the characters. They are the sole property of Jagex Ltd; this is only for entertainment purposes.

The Curse of the Demon Idol

Chapter One: The Exchange

The cool night air was blowing in a still and eerie manner. A man with dark brown hair sporting a navy blue shirt, black trousers, leather boots, a black-red cape, and a mask as black as coal that reached from his forehead to the bridge of his nose was rushing through the night. He was carrying a steel dagger in a small scabbard fastened around his waist along with a beige satchel. This suspicious individual was running swiftly through the barren, seemingly dead landscape complete with skeletal corpses, torrid lava pits and dead trees. After running for a while he saw it. The place he was looking for was in his sights. He ran up to the entrance, which consisted of a strip of land that acted like a bridge leading up to it over a crater of lava. The two sentries standing at the entrance were dressed like him and were carrying steel swords.

"There you are, Travis. He's been waiting for you," said one of them in a deep voice. With that, they allowed him passage into the village.


Travis walked through the village until he reached the general store. He entered, and he immediately set eyes upon a mysterious man wearing a hooded red cloak with wide sleeves, who had the hood covering his face so that only his mouth could be seen. "Lock the door," the man said icily. He did, and after that he didn't bother mincing words.

"Okay, I'm here and I have the object we agreed upon. Now where are those one mil gold pieces you promised?" demanded the thief.

"You will get your money once I see it," the cloaked man retorted. Travis let out a sigh, and he hastily removed an object wrapped in brown paper from his satchel. He placed it onto a table in the middle of the room, and unwrapped it. It was a red, idol-like item that resembled a demon with wings, and it was holding a piece of onyx in its hands. The cloaked stranger was about to go pick it up with a devious smile on his face when out of nowhere, the door was kicked open by another unknown individual.

"Don't even THINK about taking that! It belongs to the Varrock Museum, you scumbags!" shouted the intruder, as he raised his sword into the air and held up his shield in front of him, revealing a dragon insignia. On closer inspection, Travis made out the person as an adventurer; he was wearing Torag's platebody, dragon platelegs, dragon boots and Barrows gloves. A Legend's cape was slung on his back and a slayer helmet was being worn on his head. He wielded a dragon scimitar and a dragon square shield as weapons. Along with these was a dragon dagger seeped in superpoison (p++) in a scabbard around his waist.

"How the hell did you get in here, and who are you?" roared the cloaked man. Travis looked at the adventurer with concern as he eyed the red, jagged blade in the hero's right hand. The adventurer let out a brief, manly laugh.

"I used a lock pick, of course! My thieving skills are pretty good. To answer your second question, I am Ron Destiny, Adventurer Extraordinaire! I am here to take back that idol!" he declared heroically, pointing his sword at the object. The cloaked stranger did not seem to be impressed. He coolly strode toward Ron until he was about a foot or two away from him.

"Well then," he said in a low voice, "I'd like to see you try." Travis walked next to the man and drew his dagger. The cloaked stranger drew a rune dagger from one of his sleeves. Ron laughed again, wondering how daggers could possibly inflict massive damage on his armor.

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you," the cloaked man said coldly, "you have no idea whom you're dealing with." Ron ignored this statement and charged at the stranger. Travis quickly jumped in front of him and stabbed at Ron. The adventurer dodged the attack and slashed the thief across the chest two or three times, making deep, bloody gashes. He fell to the floor. Within seconds, Travis the Thief was dead. The cloaked stranger just cackled at this.

"He was just a delivery boy. I never considered him an ally," he stated heartlessly. He then lunged at the adventurer and as fast as lightning, he was behind him and had his dagger held up to Ron's throat. The hero in response dropped his weapon, and it fell to the floor with a dismal clatter. Just when Ron's life was flashing before him he heard a whipping noise, followed by a yelp. His would-have-been assassin staggered backward into a bookcase and slid down it to the floor, unconscious. Ron was bewildered by this and turned around to see who saved him.

"C'mon, Ron—do I have to save you from EVERYTHING?" a familiar voice asked. Standing in front of him was none other than Alwaysanoob5 (a.k.a. Pete to Ron), a good friend of his and a more experienced fighter than he. He wielded an Abyssal whip and an Obsidian shield as his armaments. He had a Bandos chestplate, Bandos tassets, and dragon boots on. He also had a fire cape on his back and a slayer helmet identical to Ron's on his head. "It is foolish to run off and do these kinds of things alone! When I saw you jump over the wilderness trench in Edgeville, I decided to follow you after I heard you were chasing a thief with a precious artifact from the Varrock Museum."

Ron was relieved about Pete's arrival, or else he would have been dead. "Yeah, I know. Thanks for the save. Anyway, let's get this thing back to the museum," Ron said, walking over to the statuette on the table. Just then, the cloaked man regained consciousness. When he saw the two adventurers he jumped up onto his feet, inserting his weapon back into his sleeve.

"This is not over," he growled evilly, "I will have my revenge!" He then made his escape by teleporting in a flash of red light.

"Who the hell was that?" asked Pete.

"I don't know. He's probably a follower of Zamorak because of his red robes," Ron responded.

"Okay, we'll deal with him later if we can. For now, let's get out of here before something else happens," suggested Pete. "Also be sure to take that idol with us."

"Right," agreed Ron, picking up and sheathing his scimitar, and removing his helmet as well. He grabbed the statuette and slipped it into his bag, along with his helmet. The two friends then left the village and ventured into the wilderness toward Edgeville.

AN: Sorry if this is a little on the short side, but tell me what you think of it! I'd really appreciate it. Also tell me if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. I checked over both several times, but things can happen!