The RuneWorld Chronicles

The Kharidian Adventure

After the rather unusual incident with the apes and the wild balrog, I journeyed to the nearby city of Al Kharid. It was named after El Kharrid, who was the first of the old desert nomads to travel up north and establish a permanent settlement on the edge of the desert. Al Kharid was hot, but it wasn't humid, which made the temperature bearable. On the way there, I passed a toll gate, all proceeds going to the Al Kharid Tax Fund. I used some of my money here, saving the rest for food and water to drink later. That is, maybe. Al Kharid has a reputation for being a city of master pickpockets, which makes most people avoid it. They normally only rob the snotty miners coming from the scorpion mines with tons of loot; and the miners deserve it too, go there yourself and take a look at how noob-like and demented they are… Anyway, after reaching the palace, Osman, the BlackOne, was waiting outside. He is reputed to be the leader of the thieves. Anyway, he was holding a very strange curved sword, very vicious-looking and mean. I suspected the blade could cut through my body like a hot knife through cheese, because it seemed to be made of a Rune/Dragon combo. He told me to wait here, as Al Kharid was in need of an adventurer. He came back a few minutes later, with the Al Kharid Dueling team. Normally they were snottier than the miners, always bragging about their accomplishments and nearly always exaggerating them. Now they were worried, because a Dust Demon had invaded the duel arena, and, obviously, none of them could even scratch it. Osman offered me the skimitar he was holding, and told me that I could use it to kill the Demon, and I could keep it afterward. I accepted, and we agreed that I should set off tomorrow. My payment was to be the skimitar, free passage through the toll gate, and 5000 coins. I had never before had 5000 coins, and I was eager to set off. I asked him if the demons were weakened by night. His response:

"Don't try it. They get stronger the darker it is, being descendants of the balrogs of the ancient times. They had a small amount of fire magic, and nobody messes with fire magic." Osman informed me.

That afternoon, I gathered a band of followers from the nearby place guards, since tomorrow was Thursday, and, as we all know, Thursday is a holy day. I also sent word to Lumbridge to get a few guards from there too. The next day, after a rather restless night, my band of followers was assembled. They numbered as such: 7 Al Kharid elite Warriors, level 65, 5

Al Kharid elite guards, level 54, 3 Al Kharid warriors, level 40, and 10 Lumbridge elite warriors, also level 65. I thought that they would destroy the demon for me, as there were more of them than there were of me. I, as you might want to know, am level 70, 18 levels below the demon. We would all have to work together, and we prayed to Saradomin on our way there, to wish us good luck and to make up for missing Holy Thursday. I didn't really worry about the demon, my new skimitar felt lovely in my hand, and I thought I was invincible with it. It struck me that my adventure was turning out just like the ones on the television. –Note: I am aware that there are no TVs in RuneScape, but, for the storyline, I improvised a bit. - I didn't know if that was good or bad, but I knew that television always had happy endings, so I thought this should turn out ok. As we reached the gates of the arena, we didn't see the normal hustle and bustle of the different adventurers and Dueling teams, instead we saw that the lobby was in ruins, Fadli the banker had fled with the rest of the bank branch to next the mine, and even one arena wall was torn down. I suddenly felt a lot more respect for the creature we were facing. Luckily, the one thing that was not in ruins was the altar. We recharged our prayer, and Saradomin's strength flowed through us as we walked through the ruins.

After an hour of walking around the now ruined arena, we were confused to find no sign of the demon, except for the obvious destruction. Then one of us came up with an idea.

"The demon knows there is more than one of us. He wants us to go into the tournament rooms to battle him in multiway combat!" One of the smarter Elite warriors spoke up.

"He's right. We must go down into the High Level Tournament Rooms." I told the band. We went back to the lobby and down the staircase to the Tournament Arena. It was there that we saw it for the first time. I knew it was the demon because of the red eyes, otherwise we couldn't see a thing. Those eyes…

Finally someone lit a lantern, illuminated the room, and the battle…begun? Sitting on the floor was a possessed Chihuahua. All of us burst out laughing as we saw the pathetic thing look up at us in surprise. It leaped, and it leaped farther than Chihuahuas normally can. It ht my chest, knocked the wind out of me, and I sat unconscious for the rest of the battle.

Finally, after the battle was over and the Chihuahua was hung from the ceiling, someone bothered to wake me up.

Turns out that thingy WAS the demon. The demons are made of dust, which means they have no real form. In this case, it possessed the Chihuahua, and the Chihuahua had destroyed the whole arena in a panic before the demon got control. We had managed to subdue it with some snacks, e.g. Balrog chow chunks, Ye Olde Lasagna, Chihuahua brand scented flowers, and that kind of thing.

We went back to Al Kharid, after finally getting the demon out by putting the Chihuahua in water, and spearing the demon. I decided to keep the Chihuahua as my pet, and I named him Dusty, after he rolled around in the dust al the way back to AL Kharid. I stayed in the Palace a few more days, and then went off on my way to another adventure, with Dusty by my side.