All across the cities of Gielinor, came the shrill cries of the mad.
''Repent! Repent now to the true will of Saradomin! Repent ye sinner, ye damned!''
They were dressed like rather ragged monks, perhaps because they were. They were fighty. Their accents, indubitably foreign. And yet hard to pin.
Where did they come from? Why were they so violently driven? Where did the drivel spill from in their minds?
Did it matter to the Asgarnians? To the Misthalites? To the Kandarinians? No, of course not. What wisdom have the mad ever brought? Though, what madness has wisdom brought?
Darkness crawls, flags unfurl, and the creaking of ships fills the sea. And yet, the song echoes over the horizon.
''Sail away, set sail into the blue horizon!
Ride the waves, that guide our destiny!
Sail away, today we fight and there will be,
No mercy for those with no grave;
No grave but the sea!''
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RP Type - Plot
GMs - Nat
Estimated Start Time - May
The One True Nat
13-Apr-2018 06:02:19
- Last edited on
15-Apr-2018 15:07:43
by
Lady Airlea
