The light over Witchaven
Mimring is crossing the sky, holding on the carpet as it make it's way toward Ardougne , Looking at the piles of dead undeads.
"well, the Aegis certainly held the line, I hope the casualties are not too high..."
Deciding to land a fair distance to the north of the city, He would roll the carpet and make his way toward the city.
Making his way on foot toward the city until he is stopped by a Crusader, keeping guard on the Path.
"State your business, fellow, lest you want the sword to pierce your throat."
"I am Mimring, Khan of Goshima, and I demand to speak to the one in charge here, be quick about it" Glaring at the crusader Mimring is tapping his foot in annoyance.
"Khan... of Goshima? Khan or not, are you the ringleader of these undead?" asked one Shieldbearer.
"Think carefully of your next few words, fellow." said the other as he prepared his mace, intent on squashing someone at this moment.
"Do I look like an Undead to you? I came here because I may have a solution to your problem, now if you wish to avoid casualties, go and fetch... what's-his-name-again... Rowan! "
"Ahhh, Lord-General Rowanius? From your looks, you look like you did this havoc. Henceforth, your blood will please Saradomin! Die!" Slowly, he prepared he mace and began swinging it.
As he was about to swing it, a voice was heard. "ENOUGH!"
The mace barely touched the Khan. "Why do you treat a guest like that, soldier? He is the Khan of Goshima!"
"Lord-General... He looks like he is cohorts with Zamorak, our sworn enemy!"
Sheathing the sword that had almost found it's way to the man's throat Mimring turned toward the origin of the voice
"at last, sense in thses parts"
"Forgive me for my soldiers' indecency, fellow. It's been a long time, Mimring. How is the island faring?"
Afterwards, he told his soldiers to leave them and guard their post.
Khan of Goshima, master of the order of the damned.
Subject of the Wushanko empire.
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