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Name: Orian Deias Kaldan Age: 18 Profession: Adventurer Bio: Birth found him in Falador, and at the age of 7, he became a squire of a White Knight known as Cais The Wise by request of his parents, who were humble mages who had moved to Falador to research the two sets of ruins near Falador. As a squire, Orian played chess to learn strategy, learned to care for a horse and the weapons and armor of Knight from his master Cais, and learned to fight in tournaments and duels. In one memorable occasion, a tournament was held in Varrock. Triumphing over many squires from around the world, the champion, who was a full fledged Black Knight came forth. In a swift battle, the Knight fell to the young squire. Leaving with a purse full of gold coins, the boy followed Cais back towards Falador. Upon reaching it's gates, Cais turned to Orian. "You are ready. Usually, you would next become a page, but you have learned ahead of your time. One as young as you has already mastered the arts of battle, and fully understand chivarly and all other things that a White Knight must know. You are no longer my squire, but now a brother. You are a White Knight...wear the title proudly." Years past, and the seven year old White Knight matured into an 18 year old man with a thirst for adventure. Though sworn to the cause of the White Knights, he set off to begin a life as an adventurer, aiding others with their problems, big or small.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep in the Kharidian Desert, south of Sophanem and Menaphos, lay a ruined city, where darkness and the haunted souls of long dead citizens infested the streets. A giant swarm of insects converged upon the center of the city, forming a single shape, and molding a strange being. He seemed to be a man, but was mightier in statue and appearance than any other man. His armor was thick, and decorated with the strange, yet simple, symbol of Zaros. As the being looked upon this city, he saw a small piece of paper fluttering in the wind. As it neared him, he grabbed it, clutching it in his hands. The paper seemed to be a map of the desert, and this city did not seem to be marked upon it. The figure, looking north, wandered forward holding the map, tightly in his hands. He marched to Sophanem and Menaphos. Doom was at hand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The plague had still not subsided, and the people became worried that Sophanem was a lost cause, that they were all going to die there, and nobody would even notice them perish. The Sphinx had refused to answer them, and seemed to keep to itself a lot these days. It was always haunted, seeming paler, if that was possible. It had felt the great evil that was growing. Sand seemed to shift towards the city, and giant waves of it were coming swiftly. The Sphinx looked up, and roared. The people looked south and their eyes widened. They tried to run for the gates, but were buried under the might of the desert sands. The scourging of the desert lands was at a beginning, as was the scourging...of all the world.

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'Ello Tip.It Community! My ingame name is Orian152, but just call me Orian... I like to write, as some of you may notice, but I like playing Runescape more, so writing doesn't come out of me that often since that would take away my game time. I started playing RS way back during classic, but then when we moved to RS2, I kinda made a new account... I think I've come a long way through all that time, and nowadays I'm always training for a quest, stocking up on food, or making potions for friends with low herblore, even while I'm doing such things as trying to improve my White Knight Rank. My private chat is always 'on' unless I'm in the Wildy, Merchanthing, or in a hectic part of a quest. So, message me sometime, and if you need some help with something, don't hesitate to ask.

That is on the road up to Rellekka from Seers Village. Just look for when the road bends like that, and then there's like, an oak tree and a bunch of normal little trees, and you dig there.... I did that one yesterday, hope this helps.

Wind blew through the dunes, lifting the sand of the Kharidian desert high into the air. A small covered wagon seemed to climb one of the dunes on it's own accord, like it was driving by some ethereal horses. Upon closer examination, camels and men adorned in sand shaded clothing marched up the dune, camels pulling the wagon up the dunes, followed by a few more sets of camels pulling wagons. The lead man stopped, wiped his brow, and took a swig from his waterskin. His arm reached up and grabbed something from under his shirt. Pulling it out, it seemed to be a circle with two intersecting lines inside of it...the symbol of Zaros. The man mumbled to himself what sounded like a prayer, and continued to move, the caravan following him. After many hours, night fell upon the desert, and the men stopped and made camp. The fire was large and glowed ominously as the man sat around it, eating kebabs and drinking beer, laughing at jokes and listening intently to stories their fellows told them. The leader of the caravan must have been very interesting, because a large portion of the people sat around him, and he spoke in a strange language that only they must have been able to understand, because they nodded and their faces held serious expressions. All of the sudden, a figure ran towards their camp, his robes ripped and bloodstained, and he screamed loudly. "They're coming! They're coming to kill us all!" He sad, before collapsing into the sand. A rumbling noise echoed through the sand and a small black cloud moved across the land. The people began to mumble as it got closer, until a hole appeared in the sand, and small black insects began to crawl forth. The leader prayed one last time as the scarabs began to eat away at him...and his last sight was a shadowy figure...wearing the symbol of Zaros... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Orian set the book back upon it's shelf, dusting off the title a bit more. In gold letters, the title shined across the spine of the book, written in strange runes, that seemed to be from the 2nd or 3rd age of the world. Orian strode to Reldo, scratching his head curiously. "I don't know Reldo...I think that you should remodel a bit, then maybe King Roald will fund the library. You can't live off adventurer donations forever, can you?" Reldo just smirked, thinking for a moment. "Don't worry about it. The museum curator is having a meeting with King Roald in an hour, and he's going to help me present my case... How about you come along. You've read many books in your adventures, perhaps you can explain to the king the uses of a functional royal library!" Orian scratched his head, looking around at the library, then back at Reldo. "Why don't you just get the Queen to come? She'll get him to do anything!" Him and Reldo laughed, then his face became serious. "Of course I'll help you Reldo. I'll be in the Blue Moon inn, so send a messenger there." Reldo smiled, a smile that seemed bigger than ever before. "May Saradomin bless you Orian, may he bless you for all your days." And with a little wave, Reldo walked into the ocean of bookshelves, returning books to their prior and proper locations. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Orian had been in the inn for awhile, conversing with the visitors on certain things, when one of the town guards wandered in, looking straight at him. "There you are!" He said, giving a small bow. "I'm sorry, but I've been wanting to meet you for quite awhile. I've heard such stories of your exploits, that I begged Reldo to send me. The meeting is about to start, please, follow me." Orian got up and flipped a few coins to the bartender before walking out with his escort. As they walked, the guard looked towards the city gates and shook his head. "I wonder why so many attack our city guard...do they not know that they are the only thing protecting this city?" It was a rhetorical question of course, so Orian stayed quiet. The guard led him all the way to the castle dinning room, opening the door, and departing. Orian looked at the table, and saw a small feast prepared. His eyes scanned the seats as he layed eyes on the museum curator, Reldo, and King Roald. The king grinned at Orian, beckoning him to sit down. Orian took a seat and waited politely for the meeting to start. The king's voice rang out, a peaceful tone echoing through the room. "So, Reldo, I see you already have me wondering. What would Orian be doing in the defense of the royal library?" Reldo looked at Orian, who spoke for himself. "Well milord, books are a very important thing. In my many adventures, books helped save my life, slay demons and other foul things, and help citizens who cried out for assistance. So first, books are sometimes a life saver, and will actually help the people of your great city. Second, your city will become more prestigious, since it will be the first city with a royal library, and this accomplishment will be added to many of your others in the history of Varrock, which incidentally, is in a book. Last, but not least, books are enjoyable, whether it's a funny story, or a very important historical document. Your people will become more educated, making the other citizens of many other cities be envious of your people." Orian grinned at Reldo only for a moment, and King Roald's expression was happy. "Well, that was very convincing, and the curator has already told me that the library may also bring in more people, and possibly money. So, on top of what Orian just said, I find it to be a splendid idea! So, on behalf of the royal court of Varrock, I declare that Reldo the librarian...may continue the royal library, which I shall fund. But, one thing. Please do remodel it, make it a bit nicer... I hear Orian is a very good carpenter, or at least has some skill in making bookshelves." Orian once again smiled, and him and Reldo rose, bowing to the king, while the curator stayed to discuss further matters. As Orian and Reldo entered the library, Reldo jumped with joy, bowing to Orian deeply. "Thank you Orian, for doing such a wonderful thing. As for the remodeling, no need to rush, take your time with those bookshelves, and if you find any interesting books, I beg you to donate them." Orian took this all in at once and smiled. "Don't worry Reldo, I'm here for you." Saying that, Orian made his leave. Wandering across the roads of Varrock to the bank, he retrieved his harpoon and a handful of runes. He felt the energy of the magic before it took effect as his body was ripped through the teleportation matrix, to the city of Ardougne. Now, he took a short trek through the countryside, to the great fishing guild. Walking down to the great docks, he plunged his harpoon into the water, striking a shark in the skull. Pulling the dead shark from the water, he set it aside, continuing to make the pile bigger with each catch. But as the sun shined peacefully upon the water, evil was at work.....