Transcript of Elder God Wars Dungeon

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This transcript involves dialogue with Armadyl, Ariane, Azzanadra, Saradomin, Seren, Zamorak, and the player.

Talking to characters[edit | edit source]

Talking to the gods[edit | edit source]

Talking to Armadyl[edit | edit source]

  • (First time:)
    • Armadyl: Hello, World Guardian. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances. This is a dire situation indeed. My full attention is needed here, sapping anima from the eggs. On the other hand... I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Is there something you need?
    • (Continues below.)
  • (Afterwards:)
    • Armadyl: Hello again, World Guardian.
    • (Continues below.)
  • SELECT AN OPTION
    • What's happening here?
      • Armadyl: Azzanadra teleported the Elder Gods' eggs away from the Heart of Gielinor, but it was only a matter of time before they found us. Sure enough, their followers are at the gates. If they are allowed to seize the eggs, it's over. While the troops give their lives to defend our position, the other gods and I must continually drain the eggs of anima to prevent them from hatching.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • You're absorbing anima from the eggs?
          • Player: You're absorbing anima from the eggs?
          • Armadyl: I must admit, it is...exhilarating. This is old anima. From the beginning. I have some notion now of how it must have felt to shape planets. To form stars. It changes one's perspective somewhat.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What happens if the eggs hatch?
          • Player: What happens if they hatch?
          • Armadyl: The newborn Elder Gods would immediately begin their work of remaking Gielinor. Should they be allowed to do so... Well. Suffice it to say they must not.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • You're working with the other gods?
      • Player: You're working with the other gods?
      • Armadyl: If the Elder Gods' eggs hatch, it will be the end of life on Gielinor. At least in any form you or I would recognise. This battle is bigger than any rivalries or ambitions we gods might harbour. If Saradomin and Zamorak would realise that, perhaps we'd have an easier time of it.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • Saradomin and Zamorak are clashing? Even now?
          • Player: Saradomin and Zamorak are clashing? Even now?
          • Armadyl: I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Their rivalry runs deep. And it's mostly Zamorak, honestly. He's even got a rise out of me on occasion. I allowed myself to hope that this battle would unite the gods. Help us achieve more together than we might alone. I've only myself to blame for my disappointment.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What about Seren?
          • Player: What about Seren?
          • Armadyl: Lady Seren remains implacable. Her knowledge of the Elders is greater than any, and her power is unmatched. But there is something different about her. Something...cold. We must all close our hearts in times of conflict - I know that. I am just unused to seeing it from her.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • That's all for now.
      • Player: That's all for now.

Talking to Azzanadra[edit | edit source]

  • Azzanadra: The situation is under control for now.
  • SELECT AN OPTION
    • Why aren't you helping to drain the eggs?
      • Player: Why aren't you helping to drain the eggs?
      • Azzanadra: The energies the other gods are channelling are staggeringly powerful. I may be more than I was, but I still could not survive.
      • (Shows the initial options.)
    • Are the Temple Knights still loyal to you now Zaros has left?
      • Player: Are the Temple Knights still loyal to you now Zaros has left?
      • Azzanadra: Yes. My Lord has often been absent for long periods of time. We are all well accustomed to it. It is, after all, where that ridiculous nickname came from.
      • Player: Nickname?
      • Azzanadra: 'The Empty Lord'. I hate it, but I've found that even I occasionally lapse into using it.
      • (Shows the initial options.)
    • What are you doing to help?
      • Player: What are you doing to help?
      • Azzanadra: I am concerned that the gods are too fractious. For now I am monitoring their willingness to cooperate.
      • Player: That's all?
      • Azzanadra: This situation will get worse before it gets better. I am confident that an opportunity to lend my aid more directly will present itself soon enough.
      • (Shows the initial options.)
    • Goodbye.
      • Player: That's all for now.

Talking to Saradomin[edit | edit source]

  • (First time:)
    • Saradomin: Ah. The World Guardian. You'll forgive me if I'm preoccupied. Stabilising the Elders' eggs takes a certain amount of focus. Without wishing to seem rude... What is it?
    • (Continues below.)
  • (Afterwards:)
    • Saradomin: World Guardian.
    • (Continues below.)
  • SELECT AN OPTION
    • What's happening here?
      • Player: What's happening here?
      • Saradomin: Teleporting the Elder Gods' eggs to a defensible position was a wise move, but Azzanadra acted in haste. Given time, perhaps we could have moved the eggs to a more advantageous location. But the past is the past, and we must make the best of our current situation. We must continually drain anima from the eggs, suppressing their growth. Were they to hatch, all our efforts would be for naught.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • How're you holding up?
          • Player: How're you holding up?
          • Saradomin: It is not such a simple task as I anticipated. When channelling such primal energies, any lapse in concentration could be disastrous. I wish that I could be on the front, commanding the troops in battle. But this is a task for a god. Only the others and I can bear this burden. Also...someone has to keep an eye on Zamorak.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What happens if the eggs hatch?
          • Player: What happens if they hatch?
          • Saradomin: Chaos... Even a newborn Elder God could rend Gielinor asunder, and would waste no time in doing so. It is in their fundamental nature to destroy and remake, seeking a perfection that can never be attained. Imperfection is inherent to mortal life. How are people to live lawful, productive lives if not given the chance to learn? To improve? How are we gods to impart our wisdom - born of millennia of experience - if all is to be erased? No. This must not come to pass. We must stop the Elder Gods. At any cost.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • You're working with the other gods?
      • Player: You're working with the other gods?
      • Saradomin: Seren and Armadyl are steadfast companions in this task. I could ask for nothing more. Zamorak is...also here. Were this any other situation, I would never allow that murderous cur such power.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • Do you think Zamorak will betray you?
          • Player: Do you think Zamorak will betray you?
          • Saradomin: Given half a chance, yes. But he is no fool. Despite his bluster, Zamorak is all too aware that he will be destroyed with the rest of us if the Elder Gods' hatch. Aiding us is in his self interest. In that pursuit he is consistent, if nothing else. And with the anima I am gathering from these eggs... Let us say that if Zamorak tries anything, he will find me prepared.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • Are you sure you trust the others?
          • Player: Are you sure you trust the others?
          • Saradomin: Armadyl is much as he always was: noble, forthright, naïve. He is coming to a difficult realisation: that we gods will never truly work together for a common goal. Perhaps there is hope for him yet. Seren... Her wisdom equals my own, and her power is greater still. Her contribution to the war effort has been invaluable. We must depend on her if we are to survive this.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • That's all for now.
      • Player: That's all for now.

Talking to Seren[edit | edit source]

  • (First time:)
    • Seren: Stop there! World Guardian you may be, but you are still only human - and all too mortal. The energies the other gods and I are channelling are beyond your ken, and difficult even for us to control. So please - keep your distance. You are too valuable to lose. Was there something you needed?
    • (Continues below.)
  • (Afterwards:)
    • Seren: Yes?
    • (Continues below.)
  • SELECT AN OPTION
    • What's happening here?
      • Seren: These eggs hold the Elder Gods' progeny. My kin, in a way. My brother's reckless actions provoked their hatching, which - if allowed to continue - will mean the end of this world. We brought them here to prevent their discovery, but it was only too simple for their followers to track us down.
      • Seren: Now this position must be defended - paid for with the lives of our faithful - while the other gods and I sap the eggs of anima.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • That's how you're stopping the eggs hatching?
          • Player: That's how you're stopping the eggs hatching?
          • Seren: Yes. A crude means of suppression, but there is no other way. The quantity of anima is staggering, which is why only we four can withstand it. Many would kill for access to such power. Including some of those present here. It is fortunate, then, that we are bound by the necessity of survival, and all are gathered where I can observe them.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What happens if the eggs hatch?
          • Player: What happens if the eggs hatch?
          • Seren: As I say, they are my kin. I know their nature only too well. They would make short work of Gielinor - reducing it to its component elements, then reshaping it according to their designs. There would be no malice. It is simply...what they do. I cannot imagine that this is what my brother intended. In his way, he wanted things to be better. And yet here we are, scrabbling to survive in his wake.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • You're working with the other gods?
      • Player: You're working with the other gods?
      • Seren: Gielinor stands on the precipice of destruction. It is a time to put aside old rivalries and work for a common good. I do not expect this to last, of course. But for now I will accept any aid that is forthcoming.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • How are Saradomin and Zamorak getting along?
          • Player: How are Saradomin and Zamorak getting along?
          • Seren: About as well as you'd expect. Zamorak is here solely for his own advancement, and spends his time taunting the rest of us. But the barks of a rabid dog are a small price to pay. We need him, and he serves his purpose well enough. Saradomin frustrates me. The very best intentions, shackled by imperiousness and pride. But this battle is forcing us all to think differently. Perhaps this is when Saradomin finally finds his way.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What about Armadyl?
          • Player: What about Armadyl?
          • Seren: He grows ever more frustrated by the situation, but there is little he can do. A pity. In many ways, he is the best of us all. Had he Zamorak's drive, Saradomin's self-assuredness... Gielinor would be safe beneath Armadyl's wings.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • That's all for now.
      • Player: That's all for now.

Talking to Zamorak[edit | edit source]

  • (First time:)
    • Zamorak: Away, vermin! I can scarcely concentrate with humans skittering around my- Oh. It's you. What is it?
    • (Continues below.)
  • (Afterwards:)
    • Zamorak: What?
    • (Continues below.)
  • SELECT AN OPTION
    • What's happening here?
      • Zamorak: Azzanadra's gambit of teleporting the eggs from the Heart achieved little, except to drain what paltry power he had. Now, we're consigned to the ruins of Senntisten while the Elder Gods' lackeys nip at our heels. It could be worse, of course. The anima from these eggs has quite the kick.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • You've been here before?
          • Player: You've been here before?
          • Zamorak: Yes. Good old Senntisten. Stagnant odour, thick layer of dust, foreign armies battering at our gates... Nothing much has changed at all.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What happens if the eggs hatch?
          • Player: What happens if the eggs hatch?
          • Zamorak: Now, isn't that just the question on everyone's lips? If we were to forgo this dreary practice, the eggs would - of course - hatch. Undeniably troublesome. At first, I thought it might be possible to simply slay the brats. But no. The power from these eggs is unlike anything I've ever encountered. It would be folly to face them head on.
          • Player: What about the other gods? Couldn't you fight the Elder Gods together?
          • Zamorak: Even if I could rely on their support, it would make no difference. Saradomin and Armadyl would be swept aside as if they were nothing. And they know it. Even Seren would fall. As much as I enjoy taunting her about Mah, she would have no chance against these monstrosities. It's not all bad, though. Sapping anima from these eggs is really quite invigorating. And there's amusement to be had in deciding whom to goad next.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • You're working with the other gods?
      • Player: You're working with the other gods?
      • Zamorak: Nauseating though it may be to spend time in Saradomin's presence, it is necessary. Armadyl and Seren aren't much better, but are at least significantly less pompous. With any luck this'll all be over soon, and we can get back to comfortably despising one another.
      • SELECT AN OPTION
        • What do you think about Armadyl?
          • Player: What do you think about Armadyl?
          • Zamorak: He manages to be both preening and sanctimonious. An exceptionally annoying mix. And driving him further into one of his self-indulgent mopes is only fun the first few times. Quite how he managed to kill Bandos still eludes me. The great brute was never terribly bright, I suppose, but still... When this is all over, perhaps I shall test Armadyl's strength myself.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • What about Seren?
          • Player: What about Seren?
          • Zamorak: The crystal lady's motives are anything but clear. She has all the semblance of nobility and self-sacrifice, but the look in her eye... I know it well. It's the look of one with nothing to lose.
          • (Shows the previous options.)
        • (Back)
          • (Shows the initial options.)
    • That's all for now.
      • Player: That's all for now.

Talking to others[edit | edit source]

Talking to Ariane[edit | edit source]

  • Player: Hello, Ariane.
  • Ariane: Oh, it's good to see you, Player. How are you feeling?
  • Player: We're on the edge of destruction.
  • (Before the release of Glacor Front:)
    • Ariane: The Nodon have breached from the north-west, led by Kerapac.
  • (After the release of Glacor Front:)
    • Ariane: Considering how long Senntisten has been lost to the ages. It has remained remarkably intact.

Talking to druid[edit | edit source]

  • Player: Perhaps I shouldn't disturb those contributing to the defensive line.

Replay cutscene option[edit | edit source]

With the eggs (after the release of Glacor Front)[edit | edit source]

With Ariane (before the release of Glacor Front)[edit | edit source]

Overhead dialogue[edit | edit source]

Gods[edit | edit source]

  • (Each conversation was first made available upon reset, unless otherwise specified, and was only available until the next conversation was released.)

26 July 2021[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Armadyl: There! The egg is stable...for now.
    • Armadyl: W-What power...
    • Seren: Focus! Only we four have the strength to withstand this.
    • Seren: Should one of us fall...
    • Saradomin: How long must we drain the eggs' anima?
    • Seren: While the Elders' followers maintain their onslaught, we stand here.
    • Seren: Do not falter. Gielinor's fate is in our hands.
    • Zamorak: And all the Anima we can absorb. I could get used to this.
    • Armadyl: Don't get any ideas. The rest of us are doing the same.
    • Zamorak: And how long can you handle it, little bird?
    • Saradomin: Is this wise, Seren? Allowing him such power?
    • Seren: There are no others with the necessary endurance.
    • Armadyl: Azzanadra? He's a god now.
    • Saradomin: True. And he did teleport them here.
    • Zamorak: He is a new god. Clearly you've forgotten what that's like.
    • Zamorak: He could stand this for mere seconds before being incinerated.
    • Zamorak: While amusing, that would not serve our purposes.
    • Azzanadra: Gallingly, I am...forced to agree.
    • Seren: Zamorak is right. And we have more pressing concerns.
    • Saradomin: Yes... That confounded lizard is trying to bring the roof down.
    • Saradomin: With an Elder Artefact, no less.
    • Armadyl: The fool. He has no concept of the staff's power.
    • Armadyl: And his aim is dreadful. Clearly he hasn't noticed how it kicks when activated cold.
    • Zamorak: Mm. You do have to sort of lean into it if you're-
    • Saradomin: Enough!
    • Seren: This...is going to be a long battle.

2 August 2021[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Saradomin: Gah. To be stuck here while the troops fight, bereft of my guidance...
    • Saradomin: I should never have relinquished control.
    • Seren: The commanders are more than competent, Saradomin. Trust them.
    • Seren: Any assistance you could render pales next to this.
    • Zamorak: Incredibly, I'm with Saradomin. Our efforts could be spent elsewhere.
    • Zamorak: Why not let the Elder Brats hatch, then kill them?
    • Zamorak: How hard could it be? Seren is here, after all.
    • Seren: Consider your next words carefully, Zamorak.
    • Saradomin: Yes. Spare us your venomous drivel.
    • Armadyl: Agreed. Focus on the task, and be silent.
    • Zamorak: Oho... You don't know, do you?
    • Zamorak: Tell them, Seren. No secrets here.
    • Seren: It is no secret. But I do not wish to speak of it.
    • Saradomin: What does he mean, Seren? Tell us.
    • Seren: I...
    • Seren: I slew Mah, on Freneskae. She was an Elder God.
    • Seren: She was also my mother.
    • Saradomin: You...slew an Elder God? I can scarcely believe it, but-
    • Seren: She was weak, and in great pain.
    • Armadyl: Lady Seren. To lose one's family in such a way...
    • Armadyl: No words will ease your burden. But I am sorry, nonetheless.
    • Seren: It was a mercy long overdue. I have no regrets.
    • Seren: 'How hard is it to kill an Elder God?' Isn't that what you asked, Zamorak?
    • Seren: Far harder than it would be to unmake you. Slowly, and feet first.
    • Zamorak: Hah! Should we survive... I'd like to see you try.
    • Seren: Dare to speak of mother again, and we shall see.
    • Saradomin: This may just end up being worthwhile after all.

9 August 2021[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Saradomin: You seem weary, Armadyl.
    • Armadyl: Thank you, but I'm quite well.
    • Saradomin: I could channel some of that anima, ease your burden.
    • Zamorak: Oh, that is precious.
    • Zamorak: Saradomin helps the wounded bird...by helping himself.
    • Saradomin: Better that than send more power your way.
    • Zamorak: Ahh. Never fear, Armadyl. Saradomin has your back.
    • Zamorak: Just mind your wings.
    • Saradomin: You dare...
    • Armadyl: Silence!
    • Armadyl: Which of you two has slain a god in recent Ages?
    • Saradomin: ...
    • Zamorak: ...
    • Seren: He has a point.
    • Armadyl: I have all the strength I need. More, as it happens.
    • Armadyl: But I abhor grandstanding.
    • Armadyl: I do what must be done for Gielinor's people. At any cost.
    • Armadyl: If you could only put aside your clamouring for power...
    • Armadyl: Think what we gods could achieve.
    • Saradomin: I seek strength to aid my subjects, and wisdom to guide them.
    • Saradomin: But the way has not always been clear - even for me.
    • Saradomin: I have done things that I regret. But I strive to do better.
    • Saradomin: You are right, Armadyl. This task is bigger than us.
    • Saradomin: You shame us all.
    • Zamorak: The only shame here is affected sentiment.
    • Zamorak: I was there in the Third Age. We gods are all the same.
    • Seren: These events change everything.
    • Seren: Our actions in the battles to come will show who we truly are.

16 August 2021[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Zamorak: I'm curious.... Did it hurt?
    • Seren: Are you talking to me?
    • Zamorak: When I thrust the staff through your dotard brother's heart.
    • Zamorak: Did you feel it?
    • Seren: Ah, the 'twin' question. A simple mind might well ask that.
    • Seren: Yes, I felt it when Zaros died. But not how you're hoping.
    • Seren: No falling to my knees. No clutching my chest. No agonised gasp.
    • Seren: Only unease. A sense that unstoppable events had been set in motion.
    • Zamorak: Indeed! Gielinor was forged anew in the God Wars.
    • Saradomin: Even you can't truly believe that.
    • Saradomin: How does burning a nation of innocents make anyone stronger?
    • Armadyl: You couldn't stand to lose, so millions died.
    • Armadyl: You are a blight upon this world.
    • Seren: It doesn't matter
    • Armadyl: W-What?
    • Seren: All three of you. Your principles, your ambitions, your crimes...
    • Seren: All are nothing next to Zaros's vision and will.
    • Zamorak: Funny. All I remember is a stagnant shell, rank with wasted potential.
    • Zamorak: Seems to me Zaros needed a push. Perhaps I did him a favour.
    • Seren: We are now seeing the result of my brother being 'pushed'.
    • Seren: If these eggs hatch, nothing any of us have done will matter.
    • Seren: There will be no subjects to guide. No justice. No adversity.
    • Seren: No life. Just perfect, awful, primordial stillness.
    • Armadyl: And yet, we stand. Despite everything, we are of a common purpose.
    • Saradomin: We will prevail.
    • Seren: Be ready, then. The true battle is yet to begin.

23 August 2021[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Seren: I honestly never thought I'd see the day...
    • Saradomin: What is it, Lady Seren?
    • Seren: Elven reinforcements are beginning to arrive. And the reports I have heard have surprised me.
    • Seren: I hear of Iorwerth and Cadarn elves greeting one another. Sharing tales of home. Even...laughing.
    • Armadyl: Forgive me, but is that unusual? Do they not live together in Prifddinas?
    • Seren: Yes, but there has been conflict between them for generations.
    • Seren: There are those who remember too well the misdeeds of the old Iorwerth.
    • Seren: And those who long for the 'glorious' bygone days of war.
    • Armadyl: There is still tension between the clans, then?
    • Seren: Indeed. But at the prospect of this battle, all that seems to have dissipated.
    • Seren: Sad that it takes a world-ending threat to truly bring us together.
    • Zamorak: Mark my words - when this is over, your elves will be back at each other's throats.
    • Saradomin: Mm. Some rare mortals may look after one another; offset one another's foibles.
    • Saradomin: But they are also self-serving and weak. Inevitably, we must always intervene.
    • Armadyl: Must we?
    • Armadyl: We are but their basest instincts and greediest aspirations, writ large and given flesh.
    • Saradomin: We offer wisdom! Guidance! Protection!
    • Armadyl: We bring livery to divide communities. Dogma to justify murder. Power to lust after.
    • Armadyl: And worst? We do so despite our best efforts. Just by being what we are.
    • Zamorak: *cough*
    • Armadyl: Well, most of us do.
    • Saradomin: Did war become a thing of the past when we were in exile? I think not.
    • Saradomin: If left to their own devices, mortals would destroy one another - destroy themselves!
    • Armadyl: Mortals are far from perfect, it's true. But so are we.
    • Armadyl: The last thing they need is our 'guidance'.
    • Seren: I once knew another who thought as you do, Armadyl.
    • Saradomin: Yes. And look what that led to.
    • Saradomin: Guthix's reticence to intervene enabled the greatest loss of life ever seen on Gielinor.
    • Armadyl: Caused by a god! That one, right there!
    • Zamorak: Guilty. Don't pretend you wouldn't do something similar, if pushed.
    • Seren: One thing is certain. We cannot abandon Gielinor in its current state.
    • Seren: We gods must undo the damage we have wrought. If we survive, then we atone.
    • Seren: Until then, we allow the people any moments of light and warmth they can find.
    • Seren: Because it's about to become very dark. And very cold.

31 August 2021 (after the game update)[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Zamorak: Hahaha! This is fantastic!
    • Zamorak: An Arch-Glacor, Saradomin! Here, on Gielinor!
    • Saradomin: No regard for the sacrifice of our troops. You disgust me.
    • Saradomin: If I'd not been watching you, I'd think you had something to do with it.
    • Zamorak: Alas, no. Don't think I haven't tried.
    • Zamorak: Arch-Glacors are impervious to pactbinding. And good luck capturing one by force.
    • Zamorak: No. An Arch-Glacor goes where it wishes to. And if it's here...
    • Armadyl: There can be no doubt that this is the hand of the Elders.
    • Armadyl: That monster makes the most powerful aviansie siege golems look like toys.
    • Seren: This battle is escalating too quickly.
    • Armadyl: All is not lost. Our defenders are stalwart. Our fortifications-
    • Seren: There must be a way. Something I can do to turn the tide.
    • Armadyl: Take heart, Lady Seren. We've a long way to go before-
    • Seren: No, I will not 'take heart'! And you will be silent so I can think.
    • Armadyl: ...
    • Saradomin: ...
    • Zamorak: *cough*
    • Seren: Something to say?
    • Zamorak: Only that Azzanadra's mages seem to be doing surprisingly well.
    • Zamorak: Their complex web of incantations makes the most of each one's strengths.
    • Zamorak: I'm torn between being impressed, and disappointed that none of them have yet keeled over.
    • Saradomin: It's a rare thing for me to agree with Zamorak. But he's right.
    • Saradomin: Their ingenuity and courage has exceeded every expectation.
    • Saradomin: Perhaps it is we who could stand to have a little faith.
    • Seren: ...
    • Seren: Very well, Armadyl. An optimistic outlook serves us well, if nothing else.
    • Seren: But we must not underestimate this threat, or how much we ask of our allies.
    • Armadyl: Of course. I know well the danger we face.
    • Seren: Yes. And now we must place our trust in the elves.
    • Seren: In Azzanadra, and the mages holding back the great beast.
    • Seren: In the World Guardian.

6 September 2021[edit | edit source]

  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Zamorak: Marvellous creatures, glacors.
    • Saradomin: Here we go.
    • Zamorak: Did you know they're not even native to Leng?
    • Zamorak: And the creature itself is only the core.
    • Saradomin: Yes, yes. Fascinating.
    • Zamorak: They began as motes of wild anima, hurtling through space like comets.
    • Zamorak: They came screaming through Leng's atmosphere, wreathed in fire.
    • Zamorak: They landed, then adapted to the cold - shrouding themselves in icy armour.
    • Armadyl: That's not... That can't be true, can it?
    • Saradomin: Where did you hear that nonsense?
    • Zamorak: I have it on good authority from a former subordinate.
    • Saradomin: So a demon told you.
    • Zamorak: Yes.
    • Saradomin: And you believed it?
    • Zamorak: He had no reason to lie to me. And great incentive not to.
    • Zamorak: And it's a fantastic story, no? A triumph of strength over adversity!
    • Saradomin: Give me enough luminite and a few flights of icyene grenadiers.
    • Saradomin: We'd see how strong that Arch-Glacor really is.
    • Zamorak: Now we really are into the realm of myth.
    • Armadyl: In their prime, the aviansie would also have made short work of that glacor.
    • Armadyl: But neither they nor the icyene are here.
    • Saradomin: So it's a fight on the ground. Far from ideal.
    • Saradomin: At least the mortals have some divine support.
    • Zamorak: Please. As a Mahjarrat, Azzanadra could barely be extricated from Zaros's robe pleats.
    • Zamorak: He may technically be a god, but he has all the divine strength of a damp towel.
    • Armadyl: Do not write him off so easily, Zamorak.
    • Seren: Indeed. He was once the most powerful of your kind, and his knowledge is vast.
    • Seren: Azzanadra may yet surprise us all.

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  • (The following appears in chat like transcribed here in addition to being normal overhead messages, looping with a five-minute pause inbetween:)
    • Armadyl: So who are the mages supporting Azzanadra?
    • Zamorak: Do we care? It's embarrassing that he needs any help at all, let alone from such weaklings.
    • Armadyl: To have a hope of suppressing the Arch-Glacor, they must be formidable.
    • Armadyl: I would know their names, that they might be commended when the battle is won.
    • Zamorak: Quite the assumption.
    • Zamorak: Well, two of them are Mahjarrat. A step up from the rest of the dross.
    • Zamorak: It was predictable that Akthanakos would creep out of the woodwork.
    • Zamorak: Azzanadra is a cheap substitute for Zaros, but a leech needs something to latch onto.
    • Zamorak: Then there's Enakhra. She, at least, always had some fire to her.
    • Zamorak: Honestly, though, the most interesting thing is how long she'll endure Akthanakos without killing him.
    • Armadyl: Ordinarily, I'd be less than thrilled to have either around. But their power is welcome here.
    • Saradomin: The humans both have something of a chequered past.
    • Saradomin: The seer, Ariane, was a prodigy of the Tower, but was ejected for seditious sentiment.
    • Zamorak: Yes, I heard. Incorrectly attributed to us, I believe.
    • Armadyl: I can't imagine you'd have done a lot to discourage it.
    • Saradomin: Her insight can be quite profound, however, and she has redeemed herself somewhat in recent years.
    • Zamorak: Really? Didn't she murder her friend?
    • Saradomin: I do not approve of Ariane's world view, nor some of her decisions. But on balance, she is a force for good.
    • Saradomin: It is more difficult to say the same of Charos.
    • Saradomin: In large part, this is due to his wide-ranging movements and range of identities.
    • Saradomin: But also his low moral fibre and deceitful, illusory magic.
    • Saradomin: Still, his duplicitous enchantments are undeniably effective against the Arch-Glacor.
    • Seren: Arianwyn Cadarn is a noble and wise leader, as well as a powerful mage.
    • Zamorak: I'm baffled. You seem to have left your most powerful mage at home.
    • Zamorak: What's the name of that maudlin elf king they dragged back to the world of the living... Baxtorian?
    • Seren: Baxtorian is of more use behind the frontlines as a strategist. Arianwyn is up to the task.
    • Seren: As leader of Clan Cadarn, he commands respect. He is both resourceful and loyal. And he loves this world.
    • Seren: There is nothing he will not do to protect Gielinor.
    • Armadyl: I have travelled far throughout the multiverse, and it is a rare thing to see...
    • Armadyl: Gielinor is full of chaos, strife and ruin. Yet sworn enemies will come together in its defence.
    • Armadyl: It is a place of natural glory and cultural achievement. But also tremendous desolation.
    • Armadyl: And yet... No one wants it to end.
    • Seren: The glacors would cover this world in ice. Render it uniform, and still.
    • Armadyl: Then they will have to go through us to do it. Through everyone.
    • Armadyl: The purest good, the most dire evil...and every shade of morality between.
    • Armadyl: Even for an army of icy monstrosities, that is quite the obstacle.
    • Seren: I, too, love this world - for its blemishes as much as its beauty.
    • Seren: So I hope you are right, Armadyl. More than anything else.