Upon the death of Guthix nothing stood between the gods and mortals.
The gods soon began to emerge, hell-bent on wreaking havoc and destruction upon the mortals of Gielinor. The good people of Gielinor were forced to leave their homes and flee to the wilderness to escape from conflict, leaving only the bravest mortals behind to defend Gielinor, among them stood Tyrantine a brave warrioress who had protected Gielinor for many years, but even she knew she would be no match for the gods alone.
She began slaying the minions of the gods and reclaiming the villages from their clutches one by one, meeting other brave warriors along the way.
Together they battled for days gathering more and more brave mortals (warriors, mages and rangers) until one day they were stood on Crandor island bloodied and battered overlooking a battle-scarred Gielinor. Their efforts had gone to waste and the villages were once again in the clutches of the gods, they stood speechless with a look of despair on their faces.
Tyrantine thrust her sword into the dirt and fell to her knees, she looked up into the sky.... soot and ash from the burning villages gently spotting her blood-stained face, she closed her eyes for a moment, memories of training with her father began to fill her mind " I've failed you." she whispered. The memories grew stronger and began to flood her mind, she remembered a story her father used to tell her "The legend of the Titans" a tale of three titans that would arise to protect the mortals of Gielinor when all else fails, but be warned when summoning the titans, for if they do not deem you worthy they will destroy you on the spot.
She opened her eyes and turned to her brave followers "we must summon the Titans."
To be continued...
19-Mar-2015 16:39:18
