This is my first attempt at fanfiction of any kind and so it probably needs some work. I'll mostly just be telling the adventures of my character in Runescape, starting with one of the more memorable quests-One Small Favor. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Feel free to talk to me on Runescape.

Chapter One

One Small Favor

"…to say that adventures in Runescape are all life-threatening is like saying no barbarian drinks ale. Obviously it isn't true, so why isn't it that anybody ever records the less than near fatal (and at times quite fatal) adventures of the surplus of adventurers in Runescape? In order to address this most important issue I have made it my life's goal to collect as many of these tales as possible and to note them in this book…"

Dust flew from the pages of the rarely read book as the young woman slammed it shut, sighing in disgust. Of course nobody kept telling those stories! What was interesting about fetching onions for a cook, or shearing sheep for a few coins? Nothing! Nobody cared about that, except for the people directly involved and they normally didn't remember the event for that much longer.

Returning the book to its place on the old rickety shelves she stretched, before reaching for her quiver and the bow she had leaned against the desk and returning them to their proper places on her body. She'd been surprised that a library had existed in such an isolated place as this, but maybe it wasn't too surprising. After all, Shilo Village was perhaps the most advanced village in Karmaja. It was certainly the only one with both a bank and a lack of pirates that she knew of.

None of the books really interested her though. To be truthful, she'd quite run out of things to do here. The undead were under control by the locals and didn't require her help anymore, she'd mined enough jewels to make her arms cry at the thought of swinging the pickaxe one more time, and if she ate another fish she very well might turn into one.

She didn't even relish the thought of spending another evening in the tavern, and for Mieras to not be looking forward to ale was as shocking as hearing a troll quote classical literature.

Perhaps it was time to move on. Maybe go Morytania. There was always something to do there, even if it did happen to involve some werewolf, vampire, ghost or other non-Saradomin worshipping creature. She didn't worship Saradomin anyways-she preferred Guthix, since he was more likely to sit back and stay out of the way.

Stepping over a pile of discarded vines from the jungle outside the village, Mieras paused and looked at the building across the stream, towards the mine. Perhaps she ought to say goodbye to Yanni first. She'd become pretty good friends with him in her nights at the tavern and she'd probably feel bad about it later if she didn't. Stepping onto the bridge she started heading towards his house.

Yanni Salinka dealt in antiques but had apparently had few customers for a while. This probably shouldn't have surprised her, since up until recently Shilo Village had been besieged by the forces of the dead. His hopeful question died midway as he turned when he heard her footstep and then caught sight of who it was, "Good afternoon, would you like-Mieras! I didn't expect to see you before the evening."

Mieras laughed, shaking his hand. "Ah I don't think I'll be there tonight, Yanni. I'm getting rather bored."

"Bored? How can you be getting bored? Things have just begun to calm down!" Yanni raised an eyebrow, silently offering her a glass of water.

Mieras shook her head at the water while replying to his question. "That's just it Yanni. I mean, I'm an adventurer. My entire purpose in life is to be doing things. I don't have much else to do here."

"Well, if you don't mind, could you do me one small favor before you leave? It's only to fetch some mahogany from one of the Jungle Foresters-I need to repair a couple of antiques, but I'm completely out of wood. I don't want to leave the shop though, just in case somebody comes visiting."

Mieras shrugged, "Sure, why not? It won't take that long to fetch some."

If only the young adventurer had known how much she would come to regret those words.