Monks of Da'harra

The Monks Of Da'harra are an ancient order of humans and vampires, joined together in the worship of the demon Harraddan. Since Harraddan's fall, they act as the only physical influence he has on the world.

Harraddan
Harraddan was a demon who was summoned by a Dark Wizard who intended Harraddan to become a servant of Zamorak. The demon quickly outmatched and liberated itself from the Wizard, absorbing the Wizard's soul in the process. At first, this soul became only a means for more cruelty, for more ingenious slaughter, but demons and souls do not sit well for long. Harraddan began to become less bestial, more.....human. "It" became "He" and thoughts began to form. He began to offer people their lives, in return for servitude to him. Most agreed. These were the first of his monks.

Harraddan used his demonic entity to boost the power of his followers, who were made to study scripture created by him. They were taught a new way of fighting without weapons, and more powerful techniques for fighting with them. All-new weapons were created, and they monks became an army. As vampires flocked in droves to be "under the wing" of the demon, the army grew ever stronger. Harraddan found he could take over cities by doing nothing at all: the human in him languished in this. But all could not remain well. Demons and souls don't mix.

As Harraddan conquered all the world from the luxury of his own thrown, he became more and more human. And his enimies became more and more united. His armies were being depleted faster then he could replenish them, and in the midst of disaster, it struck again, like lightning. It hit him hard, fast, and deeply: compassion. The demon began to feel remorse for his sins. He left his palace for peace, and maybe, had he been left to it, he would have stopped the killing, and he might have built a castle on some mountain and let the nations rebuild themselves, all the more unified for the attack. But he was not left to it.

His enemies struck, millions upon millions of all the soldiers the world could muster, they overcame the thousand or so monks. The millions upon millions of them swarmed over Harraddon, and they slew the demon as he wept. But their blades left one part of him untouched. Evan as the castle was burned to the ground, one part of Harraddon remained: his soul. Half demonic, half saintly, this soul sought to tear itself apart. But the two sides found harmony inside the body of a deceased monk, and that is where they now lie. The body has long since rotted, turned to bone and then to ash. But in the ash is Harraddon, recruiting for the Monks of Da'harra, so that he may become an influence upon the world again. For good or bad, he isn't sure.