It was a normal day in the realm known as runescape. A man who went by the name of Johnathan III was walking through the desert city known as Al-Kharid. He had been wondering around the world seeking information on how to survive in the desert to the south, passed the Shanti Pass. He went to the city bank and asked a few of his fellow heroes about survival in that most treachorous of areas. Most of them just laughed at him and mocked him, a few even spit in his face. This enraged him and he almost retaliated, until...

An immensely strong warrior offered to give him assistance. This man wore a very intimidating helmet, which looked like it belonged to the fearsome tribe known as the Fremenik. This helm had two horns that jutted out on either side of his head and then curved up into a very sharp tip. The man also wore a very ominous amulet, which consisted of a dark string and a block of what seemed to be a magical rock, with a dark purple gem embeded into the center. His chest was covered in a red chain, with a very impressive emblem of a dragon on it.The man's shoulders were covered in what seemed to be a dragon's scale with what seemed to be the teeth of a dragon itself atop each. In his right hand he held a very strange weapon, it was a very long whip-like, demonic tail, with a very large barb on the end, which streched down to the sandy ground apon which they were standing. In his left hand he held a very large, rectangular shield, with another dragon emblem that differed from the one on his chained-up chest. His legs were covered with a red pair of platelegs, with very detailed craftsmanship, they looked extremely durable. He wore plain boots with a plate of what seemed to be rune armor, of which John was very familiar with, for he had a pair of his own on. John noticed some strange gloves on this man's hands, which were colored dull white and light brown, looking VERY ancient. His hands each had a very strange ring on them, one had what seemed to be a purple gem, and the other had what seemed to be a sword crafted into the very coil.

This man explained to John that his name was Nightwolf The Dark. He explained that all you needed to survive in the desert south of the city was a pass from Shanti himselft, and a few Waterskins. He was even kind enough to pass on a large supply of each of these to John. As darkness approached, John decided to call it a night, and found a nearby inn that graciously allowed him to room for the night, free of charge