|Early Second Age||Mid Second Age|
|Kharidian Lands, south-eastern Forinthry|
|Phyrric Menaphite victory; Mahjarrat switching allegiance to Zaros; destruction of Kharidian Empire; warping of Amascut (collateral)|
|Kharidian Gods, Menaphite armies and mercenaries, Mahjarrat||Army of Zaros|
|Tumeken, Elidinis, Icthlarin, Amascut||Duke Ceres|
|All||All but a few dozen|
|Kharidian Desert Campaign|
The Kharidian - Zarosian War was a series of major battle in the northern Kharidian Lands in the Second Age. The forces of Zaros, the god of fate and control, had been expanding his empire of Forinthry and attempted to invade the Kharidian lands, which were ruled over by a group of gods called the Menaphite Pantheon.
To cope with the many attacks, all the troops of the Kharidian cities were dispensed to fight, and many mercenaries, such as Gram Kobold, who kept a diary on the war, were hired as well. Initially, the Zarosians were on the winning hand, quickly conquering terrain on the Menaphites. Icthlarin, Menaphite god of the dead, left the planet to seek help elsewhere, and eventually arrived to the war-ridden plane of Freneskae. There, he convinced the extremely powerful race of the Mahjarrat to swear allegiance to him and vanquish the Zarosian armies, at the promise of large battle and combat. He took all of the Mahjarrat with him to Gielinor, where they arrived through a large rift in the midst of battle.
With the Mahjarrat's aid, Icthlarin was able to gradually drive back the Zarosian troops until a decisive battle at the northern cliffs signalled the end of the war.
- ^ Gram Kobold, The Book of Sliske, RuneScape. "It was a turning point in the Kharidian-Zarosian war."
- ^ Jagex. Postbag 47 - "Grumpy mermaids and sleepy dragons.", letter #5. RuneScape Postbags from the Hedge.
- ^ Gram Kobold, The Book of Sliske, RuneScape. "We were blinded momentarily by a burning light, and the ground began to rumble. A wind came rolling across the plains like a tidal wave, drowning out the cries of war. The light spread like a flame burning through parchment, opening a tear in the very fabric of the world. From that yawning rift a small army marched forth, the ground quaking beneath their feet. A figure held the portal open, the head of a jackal atop its shoulders. Icthlarin had returned, and he had brought reinforcements."