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The crowd was gathered, angry and fierce and the stage was set. Upon that stage stood three figures, two who hid in the shadows for the time being and one dressed in the simply robes of a Saradominist monk who stood in the light and spoke to the crowd.

“Knights! Wizards! Soldiers of the Faith! Please gather close.

My fellow worshipphers of Truth and Order, I have been shown a vision! Not a vision born of madness or from some magical delusion, but a vision painted within my own mind as I overheard the White Knights describing the scene of our darkest day. It was a vision of betrayal, of bitter failure and defeat. It brought pain to my heart and a tear to my eye to even contemplate such an affront to our most noble order. But in the same moment it also brought me anger, such an anger as I have never known before.

Zaros, the god of lies and treachery and deceit has stolen the crown of our proud leader Saradomin! And as if that were not insult enough, it was done with the aid of agents he had snuck into our own ranks. A plan thousands of the years in the making, so solidifying the so called Empty Lord’s claim of being the god of fate. Are we to be as puppets to him, dancing on strings to a tune of his own making. Are we fated to the destiny he has set out for the world, no matter how twisted and evil his dark intentions may be?

It was during these musings that I discovered to my surprise that they were echoed by another, who knew all too well how it felt to dance to Zaros’ tune. Not a natural ally of ours and not one Saradomin would entirely approve of, though we have worked with them to defeat such a enemy before.”

The second figure stepped forward out of the dark, dressed from feet to shoulder in Zamorakian Rune though his face was left uncovered, revealing the features of Lord Pyro.

“Honored enemies, I come before as perhaps the last creature you wish to see. I do this because of a rebellion, a cause to which I chose to devote my life. To free myself and my kin and all others who were held under the sway of the tyrant known as the ‘Empty Lord’. When I saw him fall... Even though I knew the work was far from done I breathed a sigh of relief to know he would not trouble us again and for millennia that feeling held. And even when the rumors began and eventually I knew he had returned I did not fear it for I believed the creature we had destroyed was not the one that had returned. But to see his manipulations begin again? No. No, I have fought too hard, I have sacrificed too much to ever allow his chains to coil themselves around me again.

You do not like me and you will never follow me, I know that. Stand under your own banner and fight for Order and Wisdom if you must but I urge you, join me now in the fight against this threat. After all, I have done to defy him, you have my word that the defeat of Zaros is more important to me than attacking anything else. And to prove my good faith I have chosen to release one of your own that I held prisoner for far too long. May I now introduce the proud Saradominist warrior, slayer of the Zarosian dragon Volon and rightful King of Asgarnia, Jacob Delvar.”

The third figure stepped into the light just as promised, it was Jacob Delvar.

“Though I have no love for this Zamorakian, it is good to be free. But now I hear of this atrocity and word reaches my ears that our leader has asked us to stand down, to not fight back? Well, now I say that we will do what we must to remove the stain from our honor. If Saradomin will not act out of fear for his people then we must show him we are willing to risk any penalty in the name of justice. We will make any alliance, go to any length to achieve our goals, casting aside the indolence and stagnation that has led us to this ignominious defeat! Our will rises now like a flame of righteous fury to burn all that would oppose us!

Nothing can stop us! Order will Rise, Zaros will Fall!”