Well, been a long time, seems it always will be, but eh. Atleast there's one at all, huh? This one'll probably be short, since it's a short quest. But who knows, I think I've said that before..
And I also discovered the magical properties of Shift + Enter on Fanfiction..

Runescape Chronicles
Doric's Quest

Joe Player-Killer smashed his black pickaxe into the rock, and splinters and dust flew past his face, all around him were the clangs and groans of fellow adventurers hammering away. Dwarves rode wooden carts filled with gold, clay, and a hundred other types of ore and rock.
He was down in the Dwarven Mine, mining out some ore for the adventures ahead, now that he was a full-up quest-doer and all.

He took another click at the rock and a piece of clay ore rolled off the rock and at his feet, he reached down, picked it up, and dropped it in his pack with a dozen more pieces of mineral-filled chunks.
Joe wiped some sweat off his forehead, turned the pickaxe inn his hand, and took a mighty whack at a nearby mythril rock, and with a crack like a Rock Golem rising from the walls and a shiny, black piece skidded across the dirty floor, and a dwarf picked it up and popped it in his cart, and resumed pushing.

Joe's mouth gaped.

A heavily brown-bearded miner laughed loudly, so that it echoed in the surrounding cavern.
"Bit of tough luck, bub, I'll take over, then."
He grinned, but Joe felt like cracking him over the head with the remaining half of his pickaxe. And he turned around as the man began plunking into the rock with his adamantite pickaxe.

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Joe stormed out of the Dwarven Mine in a bad mood, and when a beggar wearing a bronze helm came up, asking for gold, he spun one straight into the gap of his helmet.
He looked around and tried to find the way back to Falador, and set off into the direction he thought would be right, to the west.

After about ten minutes, it must've been, he saw a hut over a hill that had smoke billowing from a stone chimney. There was a forge outside with red-hot pliers smoking in the grass, he could see ash and smoke drifting on the wind.

A blacksmith if he ever saw one.

This was good fortune, since it seemed quite unlikely there would ever be a smith out here, he was probably just here for travelers or something like that. Joe strode up to the front door and rapped on it a couple times.

No response.

He knocked four more times, and he thought he heard mumbling inside, and was about to knock again when the door flew open suddenly and his fist flew numbly through the air. "Oh, hullo."
He was a dwarven smith, and he was wearing a soot-covered apron over a red wooly shirt and man-skirt, and had a horned helm with a dent in it on his head. His mouth was almost hidden by his hazel-colored beard, and he had round, steady eyes that looked Joe straight up in down.

"What ya' be doin' all the way out here?"

Joe cleared his throat. "Sorry, I just was on my way to the mine down East," he pointed across that way, though the Mine's entrance had been swallowed by the cover of hills.
"And, I'm hoping I'm right, just going from the forge and smoke, do you have an anvil?"
The dwarf almost smiled, and Joe found himself remembering Thurgo the Incamdo Dwarf.
"So, you vant to use my anvils?" Looks like he'd been right, though he had already seen them through a broken shaft in the shutters.
The dwarf stroked his beard thoughtfully, and moved aside and motioned for him to follow. "Come in."

It wasn't as ashy as the Incamdo Dwarf's, that was for sure. But there was a cloud of it fluttering around the room, and Joe couldn't help coughing a little.
The dwarf smith motioned for him to sit down on an oaken chair, and he even brushed off a filmy layer of ash of for him. Joe brushed it off a little better, and sat down as the smith blew up the fire, spewing sparks out of the windows at the back of the cottage.

"So ye vant to use my anvils, eh? Well, my name's Doric, I travel to Falador in the Vest to sell my vares, and everyting comes at a price. Even any poor soul who vants the use my anvils must run an errand or two for me." He seemed to wink at Joe, but it almost must have been the firelight.
Joe almost sighed. Quest-doer, that's me.. "I suppose I have a little quest fer you, suppose vat its not really a vuest, I just need you to go out and mine for a poor, old dwarf with his aching joints." Doric swung his hammer around and put its top on the floor, leaning on the handle.

"Problem is, I don't have a pickaxe. That's why I came here, 'cause I broke my older one and was on my way to Falador or beyond. And I thought you were my lucky one." But Doric only smiled, and picked out a bronze pickaxe from a shelf somewhere.
"This is yours then, ya?" Joe took it slowly, he had honestly been hoping to slide away from this one. All he had to do was reroute his course back to Falador.

"Fine.."

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Joe once again descended into the Dwarven Mine from the northern entrance, and he saw a troop of the Black Guard examine him mentally before passing on their patrol, shortly after he heard a commotion not far away.
Joe went down to the north to see a member of the Black Guard and a couple of miners battling the enormous King Scorpion, which, at that point, struck forward its tail, which went straight through one of the explorers.A ranger, if he had his classes right. Most of the miners and worker dwarves were clearing out of that area, along with the felled ranger, there were two other of the Black Guard, one against the wall, sweating poison, the other tending to him.

The last was fighting the Scorpion.

Joe, against his wishes, turned down the South tunnel, leaving the sounds behind him. He found a double whammy of what he was looking for, a cluster of iron and copper rocks, the minerals sticking directly out of them.
He nodded to himself and began to chip away on the iron rocks, and with his own strength and ability, he managed to get out two good chunks of iron ore. He stuffed them in his pack and went away getting the four copper ore, which he got quickly.

He proceeded to look around for the last type of rock he needed, clay ore, he had already gotten a piece from earlier, conveniently enough, so he just needed five, which was what Doric demanded.
He, oddly enough, ended up at the same place he was earlier, and it had clearly been used since he was gone. The rock he had formerly bee working on was a few bits of rock and clay. Though there were other, worn rocks, and a vein if he needed it.As he began striking up at the first clay rock, another miner came to work beside him, at the mythril rocks nearby.

"Yo-."

Joe blinked, it was the bearded man from earlier, in the exact same spot, except he was now wearing full mythril. Joe repressed a grunt of irritation. " A wee li'l bronze pickaxe, eh? Awfully wimpy, you must admit."
Joe simply shrugged, though that feeling of wanting to rip open his head with his pickaxe was returning. "Afraid all I have." I'll have one bigger than your head in an hour..
Joe brought down his pickaxe again, and there was a loud crack, and he thought with dread that Doric would kill him, but his pickaxe was all together, and there was even a fifth chunk of clay ore at his feet.

The crack came again, and he remembered with ironic clarity his comparison of the Rock Golem with his pickaxe earlier.

A rocky hand shot out of the wall, sending dust and rock scattering over Joe and the man, they stumbled backwards as it stumbled out of the wall, and got its beqaring. The its head turned with a slow, grating sound and dark red eyes stared at them angrily.

"Rock with attitude, great."

And it swung at Joe even as he said so, and he swung out pickaxe, breaking into the Golem and sending part of its torso to the ground. This revealed uncut diamond poking out of its body, and Joe became just a bit more determined.
Joe and the man backed up next to eachother. "But aside differences?" "Name's Joe." "Ozzy." And they fanned out different directions to surround the Golem.

Joe took another swing at the golem, knocking a chunk from its arm. It dug its had into the ground, and pulled a boulder from the earth, and Joe ran, and it tossed it, barely missing Joe, it collided with a rock and copper flew everywhere.
He heard Ozzy mumbling to himself as he ruffled in his own pack for something, and he saw him toss three Air Runes into a growing pile, already with some Fire Runes in it. He turned to Joe, "Got any Chaos Runes?"The Golem growled and he dodged a blow. Joe nodded, and dropped his pack, and hurriedly went into his pack for it, and tossed his only one at him, Ozzy caught it and added it to the top of the pile, just as the Golem swung at Joe again and he lopped off its hand, which rolled over cart tracks.

"Fire Bolt!"

The assorted Runes cracked and melted, and a ball of fire formed between Ozzy's hands he let it go as a flaming missile, and it slammed into the core of the Golem's torso, and he exploded into rock, emerald, diamond, and adamantite ore.
Joe let out a breath, put his pack back on, and stumbled over to pick up his last piece of clay ore.

Ozzy smiled a little and kicked out the rune dust.

Joe nodded politely to him and walked back toward the ladder where he had seen the King Scorpion.

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Joe rapped on the door of Doric's cottage, and the dwarf smith came quicker this time. "The ore?" Joe poured out the ore from his seemingly bottomless pack, and Doric grinned.
"Thanks, ya. I suppose I have to vet you use my avils now, ya?" Joe grinned and nodded, and Doric shrugged and Joe couldn't help but make a little whoop.

And, several minutes, he held up a newly-made adamantite bar , took Doric's hammer, and began the process of pounding it into the shape of a pickaxe…

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Yep, I'd suppose that is definitely longer than I guessed it would be, but that's a good thing. And yes, I added the Golem just cause, without something to fight, this would've been absolutely boring.