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Summary: Zamorak, in his eternal struggle for chaos, has chosen his champions to destroy the Saradomists' honor and virtues.
Prologue
On the out skirts of Varrock…
The old man hummed wearily as he locked the cabinets for the umpteenth time. Day and night, he and his ancestors had guarded the evil for centuries. He could hear it whispering, promising him riches, power, anything, if he would forget his duty. Shaking his head, he said the ancient incantation that would raise the final barrier, so that the next day, it would have to be renewed.
Before going to bed, he uttered a simple prayer, "Great Guthix, please, give me the strength to restrain it. Do not allow the balance to be upset."
But it was not to be.
Deep in outer space…
In the sky, a red star was shining. Its surface was a maelstrom of energy, power… and chaos. It was the mighty God-star of Zamorak. It had remained dormant for decades, but now, its fury was about to be unleashed in one wrathful strike.
Electricity crackled, and lanced along with a thousand other bolts onto a single point of the surface. The charge built, until with a single blast, a crimson sphere of chaotic energy was sent hurtling onto the surface of Gielenor.
Back on Gielenor…
The ball of energy streaked along the night sky. Farmers working late at night paused to stare at it. Still, it flew across the sky, until, with pinpoint accuracy, it struck a hut on the off skirts of Varrock. For a split-second, the hut seemed to resist the blast, then it ceased to exist, so great was the force of chaos.
The guards, roused by now, ran to investigate the ruins. They searched and searched, but all they found were still-smoking bits of carbonized skeleton.
They stared in shock, until one bright light asked, "Well, what should we do about this? Report the incident?"
"Well…" The others fidgeted.
"I don't think so. If the cap'n knew that we were asleep or whatever, he'll have our asses in a sling," one ventured. "Besides, nobody knew him. So, he's not much of a loss. Let's just label this down as a clan raid. We've been having lots of that lately."
"Right. We'll deny that this ever happened. So, that way, we keep our jobs, nobody cares, end of story," the leader asserted. They all nodded.
"Let's go get some pints in the Jolly Boar, then!" Another exclaimed, and they all agreed. It was a strange night, and the best way to forget such things were to get wasted, and have no recollection of the events.
After the guards left the wreckage to get wasted, all became quiet. The silence could almost be felt. Then a broken plank creaked. A gauntleted fist shot out of the wreckage.