RuneScape:Wiki Post/Fan fiction/Kandarin: The Fourth Empire

The time: the age of castles and mythology, in the year 167. The place: Kandarin, a kingdom of fishing to the north, thieving to the west, and war to the south. Kandarin is just one of few empires on an unknown, uncharted, and unnamed continent. But some call it “RuneScape”. RuneScape is an extremely small continent, for it is only about 3 miles long. There is deserts to the south, along with volcanoes, wastelands, and snow covered mountain peaks all to the north. And there is only three other known kingdoms in RuneScape: Asgarnia, the “White Knight's” kingdom; Misthalin, the trading heart of Runescape, also the most populated because of the capital, Varrock; and Al Kharid, a harsh desert with relatively nothing despite their silver and gold mines, not to mention their rare, and valuable adamantite rocks.

But this story shall take place in Kadarin, which should've been obvious by the title. Not just anywhere in Kandarin; but the thieving capital of the known world, East Ardougne. For as long as history has been written, East and West Ardougne have always been separate cities, but nobody really cared.

Ziraichi crouched as he watched the baker across Ardougne's square, a busy trade market full of vendors and the typical Ardinian guards wearing their blue shirts and wielding their swords. Ziraichi, still watching the baker, unsheathed his poisoned mithril dagger. He walked slowly through the crowd of shoppers and grabbed the back of a guards head.

“What do you think you're doing?!” loudly asked the unsuspecting guard.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing really.” He stabbed his poison dagger into the guards back, and pulled it out. The guard fell to the ground, stunned and probably with an almost severe wound. Ziraichi, as you might've guessed, is a thief. He steals things from the market and sells it or he gives it to his clan-mates as a gift. Our little thief walked over to the baker at this stall and putt the dagger around his neck. “Give me the cake, and I'll go away.”

“Oh G-god! We're out of cake!” the nervous baker replied stressfully, “W-would you like lobsters inst-stead?” The baker tried to reach for a knife in his pocket, but Ziraichi saw him doing that.

“Don't pull any tricks on me. You don't want to know what will happen.” Ziraichi threw the baker to the ground, put a foot on him, and poured the lobsters into his rucksack. “Oh, and have a nice day!”

The baker was bleeding from the throw, and was unable to get up, so he called for the guards. By then, Ziraichi was almost with his clan when he heard: “Stop! Thief!” The 6 remaining guards were after him and he didn't know what to do. But he remembered the blow tube and darts he bought earlier. He loaded the tube with the bronze dart and blew, loaded it and blew again. The first dart hit a guard in the forehead, knocking him out. The second hit the squad leader in the neck, causing the gaurds to scatter and take cover behind buildings and boxes. “Let's charge him!” a guard shouted.

“No! He'll pick us off one by one!” argued another. While the guards argued Ziraichi left and headed for his clan's HQ which was located just down the street at the Eastern Ardougne Zoo.

“Finally, you're here!” shouted Derguth CXII as he sat in his suit of black armor and sharpened his runite halberd.

Chifrund XII was tightening his red dragonhide body he was wearing at the time. “Wow! Ziraichi actually got past the guards and got the cakes?"

“I guess so,” Derguth replied without assurance while drinking some Asgarnian Ale. “So, let's see those cakes!”

Ziraichi was silent with his small clan of two looking at him. “I didn't get any cakes...” he admitted pitifully.

Chifrund didn't believe him. “Oh, yeah, and I'm Duke Horacio of Lumbridge! So really, where's the cakes?”

Ziraichi was silent again. “Well, really, I didn't get any. But I got lobsters.”

“Good God!” Derguth exclaimed, spewing his ale on the ground, “Why didn't you just say so?”

“You wanted cake,”

“Lobsters are better! We'd prefer lobster any day! Wouldn't we Chifrund?” Chifrund didn't respond. “Wouldn't we Chifrund?” Derguth asked, this time more loudly. Chifrund still didn't answer. By now, Derguth was frustrated! He turned around to see that Chifrund wasn't even there, but there was a note where he was.

Ziraichi picked it up, and read it aloud, “Thy man known as 'Chifrund XII' has been required by The Holy Lord Saradomin to fight in The Castle Wars. If you wish to sign up for the Saradominian Army, you may in the lobby of The Castle Wars by talking to me, Lanthus. Chifrund is not expected to return alive, for he is to face the symbol of Zamorak's Unholy Army of Hate and Suffering: Zurtzim, so there is 14,540 gold pieces attached in check form. Thank you, and praise be to Saradomin! -Lanthus”

“Crap.” Derguth said, “He is a piece of crap.”

"Yes he is. But more importantly, we have to save Chifrund!” Zirachi immediately left but then realized that Derguth was busy cashing the check. His clan-mate was not the happiest of people when Derguth returned, but they left south for The Castle Wars promptly to his return. About after 10 minutes of walking they reached it.

It was a large glimmering white castle that had at least four stories, and an identical black one 150 feet or so away form the white castle. Between th two was a river with an island that had bridges on it in the middle of the field. Every half minute there was an explosion followed immediately by screams of terror.

“I don't like this,” Ziraichi told Derguth out of fear.

“Who does?” he replied.

As they got in, they asked Lanthus if they could enlist in the Saradominian Army. “Oh, of course! Everybody is welcome, even followers of Zamorak. Except for Zamorak himself.” He gave the two clanmates hooded capes. “Here, wear holy capes of Saradomin as good luck and as a sign meaning 'Don't attack! I'm a friendly!' to allies.”

Ziraichi and Derguth were shoved into a cave/waiting room area along with 30-some other men. Of the other people inside, about a quarter were crying, about fifth or so were smiling of happiness, not insanity, the rest were just waiting and one was unconscious, and foaming from the mouth. After a couple minutes a door opened at the end of the cave. The man that opened the door was barking at the men waiting in the room. “Go you magets! Topside on the double! Go show those Zammy losers what Saradomin thinks of them!”

Everyone got up and started to leave except for the guy that was foaming. “For Saradomin!” people started to cheer. Ziraichi and Derguth left along with the other men. As the cheering men left the cave first, they were stunned. Nearly everywhere was covered with bodies, the bodies of young men and fathers, all slain by Zurtzim.

Some of the men were scared enough to to just fall on the ground and curl up into a ball. Most of them scared in horror for a short time. The rest were encouraged even more and started to charge. Derguth and Ziraichi went along with them. There was more cheering. Everyone stopped. Over their heads here many many arrows of all different types, some flaming, some glowing, some were just balls of fire. It wasn't until it was too late to notice where they were heading: directly to everyone that didn't charge.

They all were hit by arrows, some worse than others. But when the fire balls came, the large explosions happened. They screamed screams of horror. The remaining twelve men stood and stared until a leading man was hit in the stomach, dieing instantly. Now there were only eleven.

“We have to keep moving! They'll hit us too if we don't move!” yelled a non-stunned man by the screams. They all charged to the island. By then there were only nine left. When they got there everybody had fled except Zurtzim and four archers. Zurtzim was more fearsome than anyone anticipated. He was wearing mage's clothes and had a spell book of the highest level, the book of Zamorak. The remaining nine men took out the four archers only losing one man, Ziraichi.

Derguth stared at Ziraichi's lifeless body. “No, you can't be dead. You can't.” Derguth started to cry. He looked behind him. Only 2 other men were alive. The rest were laying on the ground losing blood. Zurtzim grabbed a javelin of the ground and threw it at a remaining man, hitting him in the heart. After that it only took a mere five seconds to slay the remaining three warriors. Out of Derguth's last sight, he saw Chifrund sitting one-armed, dead. Zurtzim realized the atrocity he had committed, he picked up Ziraichi's dagger and stabbed it through his heart.