Our of nowhere, every single stronghold, town, city, encampment, village, and castle in RuneScape was attacked by Saradomin’s forces! No one could have believed it; their god had betrayed them! It was also because no one could believe it that lead to no one being prepared for an attack. Saradomin’s forces cut through everyone like butter. One by one, all the nations fell: first Morytania, then the Kharidian desert, then Karajma, then Feldip hills, then Kandarin, then Asgarnia, then finally, the great Nation that was Misthalin had fallen, leaving the world to anarchy and chaos.
Saradomin’s forces took, and still take, 90% of all goods and products in RuneScape, leaving the rest of us to fight over the remaining 10%. People started working together. Small clan started forming. Some clans united to form bigger clans, until finally there were 5 huge, main clans that came unto the RuneScape world. There are hundreds, maybe even thousands, of clans, but these 5 were the biggest by far. They are nameless, and are only known by a number. I am Blue X95, Oreo’s father, leader of the first of five.
The clans wage wars and send raids to one another. No alliance can form, because no one can be trusted. An offer of an alliance can be taken as an insult, and the man who suggested it would probably be killed on the spot. My clan found this out the hard way. We were the ones trying to make peace and bring down Saradomin. The response was bloodshed. Every single one of my emissaries were killed or returned, forever mortified and scarred, to give me a message of their answer. All the clans only recognize one man when it comes to Saradomin: You, Noob. Everyone knows that you knew the truth, and were foolish not to believe you. Everyone thinks your dead though.
21-Jan-2008 02:31:53
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