I thought it couldn't get any worse after the villagers were herded into battle. I thought at least in death those who fought would be free. And then our fallen were raised with some form of Necromancy. Spiritual Warriors, they called them. Abominations. And they frown on the magic I use all while enslaving spirits to fight for all eternity? What happened to our place in the Afterlife? Is this our fate? An Endless war where only the dead will be left to carry on for an unobtainable goal? Is this truly the salvation promised by Saradomin? If I didn't do something we would not last long with the way things were going.
Maybe that is what gave me the idea. It was not easy to forge these items in the middle of a pitch battle, and let's just say that it is not something I want to do again in a hurry... Slipping them on to the Altar was not easy and having to do it a second time was a painful lesson in just how stubborn our General could be.
I have done what had to be done, war is an ugly business and it should remain so. Some would call me traitor for things I have done. But Saradomin works through others just as easily as he would do something himself. So who is to say that what I did was not his will?
The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
04-Mar-2017 22:21:39
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