-Communiques, Comorbs, Slayer Gems, and personal communication devices around Gielinor would crackle to life all at once. There would be a second of dead air, followed by the meow of a cat. Shortly after, a voice could be heard.-
"I'm not sure who this is actually reaching, but it's worth a shot. For years now, I've worked as a point of light in many people's dark lives, solving crime and locking away true criminals. But before that, I grew up in Kandarin where my cousin was king. I saw the horrors that necromancy, dark magics, ancient curses, and consorting with gods can bring first hand through the eyes of a child. It sickened me. I've dedicated my life to being the antithesis of my own flesh and blood, righting wrongs instead of causing them. But I also saw these same magics be used to fight evil, to save friends, and to redeem family.
As this magic civil war escalates, I ask all of you not to fight for your own personal gain, or even in the defense of your own lives, but for the moral convictions you have tended for years. Is all this magic evil? Of course not. Are all people evil? Of course not. But when you take dark magic and a dark heart, the results cast a shadow over all who are part of either group, whether they themselves are corrupted or not.
I don't care what side you fight for. I don't even care if you're fighting at all. What matters is that you stand by your beliefs to the bitter end. No one should be able to change who you are without your consent. Be stubborn, dig your heels in, stand by your friends, accept fate, and live on as yourself, and above all else:
Love each other despite all of it."
-There was another crackle, and then silence. Attempts to 'redial' the source would fail.-
