Masel Toth

The Intermission / Chapter 3

I found a letter on my desk today. It reads.

"And the king stood on the platform, and made a covenant before the LORD, to walk after the LORD, and to keep His commandments, and His testimonies, and His statutes, with all his heart, and all his soul, to confirm the words of this covenant that were written in this book; and all the people stood to the covenant. And the king commanded Hilkiah the high priest, and the priests of the second order, and the keepers of the door, to bring forth out of the temple of the LORD all the vessels that were made for Baal, and for the Asherah, and for all the host of heaven; and he burned them without Jerusalem in the fields of Kidron, and carried the ashes of them unto Beth-el. And he put down the idolatrous priests, whom the kings of Judah had ordained to offer in the high places in the cities of Judah, and in the places round about Jerusalem; them also that offered unto Baal, to the sun, and to the moon, and to the Mesorouth, and to all the host of heaven." ~ 2 Kings 23:3

I'm not sure what to make of it.

I recently decided to go back into the land of runescape, to my former home, in search of my foster parents. I owe my everything to their support.

Things had changed even more than I remembered, It felt foreign, I received a notice, what was it again? Oh yes, an item was waiting for me at the grand exchange. People were kindly, they said hi as I walked past, it was a new era of runescape. The shackles of the previous age had been lifted and the wildy with all it's glory had been returned to the people of runescapea. I reached the old broken down wall which seperated the boundry between good and evil. And remembered the times when there was no line in the sand, and one could fall into the darkness if they weren't careful. I made my way to the bank to find directions for the Grand Exchange. The banks were deserted. After several hours of combing varrock, I arrived at the Grand Exchange's majestic entrance. There I was greeted by an eclectic young man who handed me a piece of paper.

It was a note. It had been in better shape. You could still barely make out the "gone pking seeya soon!" in that familiar handwriting. The fog of time certainly complicates the life. I noticed something else after I withdrew it though. On the back, "Canst thou lead forth the Mesorouth in their season?" is written in sprawling black nib. He is here.

When the taken path is saturated, Mesorouth will guide you. A toast then, to the oath unspoken, and to the home unfound.

Let us all hope to one day be with Mesorouth, and let us hope that day never comes.