Roland stepped into the verdant jungle of Karamja after disembarking from the Shipyard the Aegis recently bought. A band of knights, priests, and missionaries followed closely behind him. The sails from his small fleet of ships disappeared behind them as they embarked further into the wild.
Roland has been on many travels from his days as a soldier for hire, but of Karamja, he had only traveled to Brimhaven and Musa Point. This world was completely alien to him, he had heard stories of the uncivilized men as well as the savage beasts that live within his confines. But he sought to keep up the appearance of a knight with unmatched bravery throughout the world, he traveled onwards, regardless of the sinking feeling in his gut.
After some hours of traveling, the sun began to set and he and his companions set up camp in a clearing. Sometime into the night, the camp awoke to the sound of the guard dogs barking. Each knight woke up in a flash and grabbed his weapon. "Jogres!" yelled the lookout before he was stepped on by a hulking green mass of muscle and fat. The beasts let out horrible shrieks. "GOD OF SHINY LIGHT'S PUNY WARRIORS, YOU DIE NOW," bellowed what appeared to be the head Jogre. There wasn't enough time for the knights, Roland himself included, to don their armor. Most fought in their pajamas and even undergarments, putting them at a severe disadvantage. Luckily the knights had the advantage of numbers as the Jogres seemed to only be a party of five. Two were taken immediately by a swarm of arrows by the force of archers, making a loud thump the beasts hit the ground.
One of the three remaining Jogres swung it's club and took out a fraction of the archers, the rest scattered to regroup and form another firing line. Roland led the swordsmen to battle the remaining three. They began swarming the first beast and hacked and slashed at it's stubby legs, it let out a cry and collapsed in pain.
I will protect Gielinor. Zaros has no love for its people.
-Saradomin, Polemarchos Autokrator
