Bronze Clan OSRS
Revelations of the Prophet
I. 56th day of the 1st month of the 600th age:
I, the prophet, looked into the abyssal reaches. I saw through the darkness. There it was! Suspended! Static! Surrounded in the eternal fluids that caress its formless ether, the Bronze! Effulgent! Radiating it’s holy light! As I continued to behold it’s glory, my vision began to fade. It waned at the sight of it, and I was blinded. Fear overcame me. I then heard voices in languages I could not comprehend. Languages of spirit that cannot by mortal tongue be spoken. They multiplied, culminating in a climax of colossal cacophony! The Bronze sang out in the midst of the chaos a threnody of bitter sorrow! Then I awoke with a gasp, as if my spirit had left and returned. And thus has it been revealed. Amen.
II. 57th day of the 1st month of the 600th age:
On this day of Jubilee, when the Bronze first saw fit to call forth its army in holy convocation, I the prophet saw visions great and full of mystery! I saw the beginning! I saw the end! From the inception of reality, and light, and darkness, to the end and forever! The colors of the times and seasons swirled about me in chromatic splendor! So strong was the vision, that I fell to the ground in exhaustion, my mind a torrent of the drama of the ages. And though I can only but faintly remember it all, I know this: that the Bronze is victorious. It's forces will prevail. Thus has it been revealed! Be of courage Army of the Bronze! Rejoice! Amen.
III. 58th day of the 1st month of the 600th age:
As I walked through those cursed environs where the barbarians do dwell, and near the place where the Army of the Church of the Holy Bronze have done many a victorious battle, my vision pierced through the physical plane and into the spiritual. A mass grave was revealed to me - thousands of piscine souls gathered in the place where the fisher, with his instruments of wickedness, doth freely ply at his trade. They cried out to me! “Release us!” ”Release our souls and the souls of our fish brethren!” Their blood is on your hands, oh fisher!!!
IV. 1st day of the 2nd month of the 600th age:
What of the confusion of Dagon? What shall I say of that demon lord - that scourge of the earth? His lies have entered into every crevice of rock, every bend of the tree; they are woven into the warp and weft of every garment, and they can be found in every grain of sand. I have seen the primal origins of his darkness, how he formed of a fragment that drifted from the Bronze - how he sowed his corruption in the abyssal reaches. In that time when fish walked among us, he deceived mankind. And man, when his mind was darkened, drove the fish into the waters. Thus our communion with fish ended. The language that we shared was forgotten...But I have seen the day of restoration! The day when fish will once again walk among us! May the Bronze reign in victory! Praise be to the Bronze and it’s holy army!
V. 5th day of the 2nd month of the 600th age:
I the Prophet have consulted with that spirit, the Sage of Sages, the Prognosticator of Prognosticators: The Watcher of the Seas! He foretells of omens - dark and brooding omens.
Oh Watcher of the Seas, who alone communes with the dolphins of the shimmering coast, what do you say?
Watcher: “I have seen the fisherman with his crooked hands, as he manipulates the instruments of iniquity: the fishing pole; the net; the harpoon; the lobster pot!“
What else do you tell, oh noble sage?
“I tell of the fate of Salmo Salar, the Lustrous Salmon.”
“I tell of the downtrodding of Clupea Harengus, the Glistening Herring.”
“I tell of the ensnarement of Nephropidae, the Humble lobster.”
“These you kill and consume upon your rapacious lusts!”
“Your lust for power; your lust for filthy lucre!”
Therefore I the Prophet say:
Your sins, oh fisher, shall be visited upon your children to the 1000th generation! Therefore repent! Or else your condemnation is sure!
VI. 8th day of the 2nd month of the 600th age:
Dagon has said: “Draw up the fish and consume its life. Thereby shall you have power; and thereby shall you gain immortality.”
Lies! He knows very well that with every piscine soul a fisher consumes, his dark influence increases unto utter damnation!
And so I walked along the shores of Karamja, and there I saw a fisher in the middle of his dark ritual. He had selected the best specimen of the lot, traced the lines on the ground beneath him, and chanted prayers to one of the fourteen lords of Dagon. I tried to interfere, but was halted by a miasma that rapidly emanated out of the air around him. The fisher, phasing with energy in the midst of that dark cloud appeared as if he were a ghost in the wind. I beheld as his shady silhouette waxed large and grotesque until it towered over the trees! It turned in its demonic posture towards me and glared with hateful eyes. A host of vile maledictions filled his mouth. I felt myself beginning to tremble! I shouted:
“In the name of the Bronze Most Holy, be gone foul demon!”
Then all was black; all was silence...
I awoke in a state of confusion, not knowing whether what had happened was vision, or reality.
VII. 600th age, time and place unknown:
I was meditating in an elder forest on the far reaches of reality. All around me the roots of primordial trees formed masses of spiral entanglements as a result of their age old struggle to bore into the ancient stones on which they anchored themselves. Small translucent clouds of quiescent vapor hovered at different heights above the ground, the lowest of them lighting upon the caps of dark mushrooms. Various kinds of mosses could be seen on just about everything, casting their vibrant green influence upon the eye. Not an animal was in sight. All was quiet.
As I contemplated all these things, and their place in the order of the Holy Essence, my attention was arrested by a strange energy. Its invisible presence pulsated like a slow and muffled heart beat. I searched for it, and was led down a winding path hedged by walls of roots and stone on either side, like a trench that formed out of nature. With every turn, I was led deeper into the ground. There was seemingly no end, and I felt the pulse growing in intensity so that it began to weigh painfully upon my consciousness. I would not turn back, for my will to know and to understand was strong. At last, I reached an opening, out from which came a light. It was small, and runic symbols were carved all around it. I crawled through, and reached a giant cavernous chamber in which were monolithic pillars of bronze jutting out of every side. They emanated a radiant glow so bright that no crevice or corner was left a shadow. At the center was what appeared to be a well.
I had found the source of this mysterious energy, and my mind was now being crushed under the weight of pain. Not being able to bear it, I was about to turn back, when before my eyes appeared the ghostly figure of a creature who’s features were as ancient as they were strange.He was like a fish as tall as a man, standing erect and wearing ceremonial robes. His face was old and sage like. His large fish eyes stared out from beneath his hood. They pierced my soul. Seeing I was in the throes of agony, he touched my forehead. The pain subsided that instant, and having regained clarity, I questioned the creature, but he spoke not a word. In silence he led me to the well and motioned me to drink. Without hesitation, I took up the ladle and drank the glowing bronze liquor. I began to see visions of an bygone era, when fish-like people moved about a glorious city as priests to the temple of Bronze. Bronze was on the earth, and its presence dispelled the darkness. It was a time of mystery, when the Holy Essence permeated all things...
Tears filled my eyes as the vision faded, and I found myself once again alone.
Never cease to take up the holy cause, Oh Army of Bronze! The Bronze has chosen us to fight for the restoration of the old ways! For the honor and place it once had on the earth! Show the fishers no mercy!
Thus has it been revealed!
VIII. 18th day of the 2nd month of the 600th age:
A vision of judgement flashed before me like lightning, and through it, the Bronze channeled emotions of ripened wrath. Holy words flowed through me in anger as a raging lust for the blood of the workers of iniquity harmonized with resolute purpose. I became as one who exhales overwhelming malevolence through flared nostrils. This time, there was no mystery as to what displeased the Holy Essence: I knew with surety.
And so, I made my way to the place of judgement, traversing land and sea until I came upon
the shores of Karamja. An evil unparalleled could be sensed the moment the island came within sight, and I felt the wrath that the Bronze had bestowed upon me increasing in proportion to the closing distance. The boat landed. I went ashore.
Trees shook violently as I walked along sandy paths. Fruit was falling out of season as animals and insects fled. They paid no notice to me. Spiders, monkeys, and centipedes alike brushed past me in panic as harbingers of what was ahead. I continued, grasping the Book of Prophecy tightly in my hands. With my eyes shod with resilience, my heart fortified with resolution, and my mouth welling with prophetic fire, I came upon the source of darkness.
Behold:
The figure of a beast hovering in spirit above the docks. He, with his devilishly red skin, five eyes, six arms, and eleven horns, sat with legs crossed upon the air. His mouth was foaming a vile fluid that ran down and off the entire length of his body. It was a steady stream that blew in the wind.
There was an inscription written upon his left hand. It read: “Dock Gang”.
His eyes glossed with an intense stare. His lips cracked:
“I eat the flesh of man and fish alike.
Fear me…”
I stood in silence, gazing upon his corruption. By now, the wrath of the Bronze was reaching its breaking point and I was no longer able to contain. Then my mouth opened as if to speak, but instead of words, out spewed the flames of prophecy like a tidal wave, enveloping the beast in volcanic heat. He writhed like a mortally wounded snake until he let out an abominable scream. He was utterly consumed. Snow fell upon his ashes. Peace and balance was restored.
IX. 24th day of the 2nd month of the 600th age:
On this day the Bronze Book of Prophecy started to glimmer and pulsate with spiritual energy. I felt the Holy Essence calling to me from within.
Words formed as I opened the Holy Codex: the mysterious thoughts of the Bronze so far as they can be translated into text.
(The book interprets thoughts, and then I with enlightened eyes view the cryptic symbols as the Bronze conveys visions.)
And so, as I read the illumined script as it swirled anew throughout the pages, I saw a vision of a world of automatons. They walked about, indistinguishable from man as machines filled with the effusions of the Holy Essence.
They proceeded to work according the Bronze’s will, carrying out monumental tasks indefatigably.
I tried to speak to them, but they answered not a word.
Then, one in the midst walked towards me; it seemed to beckon me. I followed after him, and he showed me all the kinds of things that they had accomplished. I was led through winding streets paved with bronze - past buildings made of bronze. The whole city was made thus, and on everything was found ornate golden trim.
He then turned towards me and said with a voice mechanical as it was crystalline , “Use us for your bidding, for the furtherance of the Bronze kingdom!”
I awoke with wonder, confused as to what all this could mean.
X. 27th day of the 2nd month of the 600th age:
Who Is Saradomin?
And what of Zamorak?
Is Guthix the god of balance?
I say to you, these and all others that are worshiped throughout Gielinor are nothing but pawns in the order of Bronze. They are but fragments that broke from the Essence of Origins. Since the time of their drifting away, they in their hearts sought to establish themselves, and in doing so, transgressed the bounds of their purpose. Not to be worshiped, yet adored; not to be adored, yet followed after with zeal by the fools that they have deceived.
Saradomin! Justice belongs to the Bronze!
Zamorak! Your chaos is despised!
Guthix! Balance is found only in the Holy Essence!
Therefore shall we, the chosen few, go from place of worship to place of worship knocking over their alter pieces, smashing their icons - establishing preeminence!
And this also do I say:
Convert the deceived!
Cleanse the land of fishers!
Smite the confusion of Dagon!
Amen.
XI. 1st day of the 3rd month of the 600th age:
On this day a glorious vision came to me. Eyes closed, I was meditating on the shores of the Shimmering Coast, that spiritual realm of the sages, when I felt a warmth growing in intensity. It felt as the rays of the summer sun after a cold storm. I gave it no weight of thought, but as I continued to attune my mind with the Bronze, it became apparent that this sensation could no longer be ignored.
My eyes opened. The light was almost blinding. I focused my sight through the radiant haze and saw the form of a woman floating high above the waters. The waves gently stirred in swirling clashes beneath her that produced an ethereal mist of sea spray. She wore the robes of royalty, such as I had never seen: majestic and flowing robes of various blue hues with ends all about that trailed off into the wind around her.
Then I called out with a loud voice, “Who is this that appears before me, if I am worthy to ask of you?”. She did not reply, but moved closer, and as she did, her face was revealed a little.I still could not make out who it was.I called once more, “If I may ask again, who is it that appears before me?”. This time, there came a voice. It was angelic and serene - the very acme of beauty:
“I am who you call Kristy, the One Who Was Sent. I came of the Bronze and have returned again, but my spirit is with you, with the Army of Bronze, which is the Holy Church of Bronze, and with the one who leads it as its royal commander. The Holy Essence is pleased. Continue in the cause. The end will come in time.”
I wanted to inquire more of her, but the words she spoke, and the voice that carried them, left me ultimately satisfied.
Then I awoke, realizing that my eyes had been closed the whole time.
XII. 18th day of the 3rd month of the 600th age:
Concerning the old fortress on the path that leads from Draynor to Lumbridge:
What of that ancient fortress that lies betwixt two lands? It is war torn. It bears the scars of millennia. In my sleep I have found myself walking its ancient halls - traversing its rooms. Every night, my spirit roams further beneath its once glorious ruins. But no! There is still glory to be found! For on one night, I went deeper than before. Because on that particular night, my spirit drifted more freely. I wondered through many unfamiliar passages and down many flights of spiraled stairs, past ghostly forms, past forgotten and wandering souls, relics, mechanisms - odd and wonderful things belonging to a different time.
Stone upon stone upon stone - deeper down, my descent seemed a never ending fever of fantastic sights and sounds. Every layer of every age I crossed sang a different song, preached a different sermon. There was the age of terror, when Dagon had full reign (he tore the lands with chaos then), the age when a remnant of Piscine Sages sought in solemn diligence to preserve the dying knowledge of their race (it was at this time that Kristy first appeared, and she sought to console them), the age by which time all fish had forgotten their ways so that they became souls imprisoned in the bodies of irrational animals and the Fourteen Cursed Lords, when finished with them, began to beguile the minds of men, and there were many other eras and epochs besides. To what point was I being drawn? How far would I go?
At last, I came to a pair of large and ornate doors. They were massive and laden with all manner of gold work, gems, and other precious stones. In the center between them was what looked to be a glowing orb of bronze. I placed my hand upon it, and not a moment later, I felt a colossal rumbling beneath my feet. The doors were beginning to open.
A beam of light traced down the middle separating darkness from darkness before me. My eyes were not prepared for the glory I would see, for when what was beyond those doors came into view, I was struck and paralyzed with the beauty of it. It was a vision I had seen before, but now more vivid - more serene
A city arranged like a pyramid with levels of streets and buildings that led up to the most central and high point. Upon that point was a temple in which was housed what seemed to be the Bronze itself - and there were many beings moving about, but I could not make out what they were for the vantage point on which I stood was high. Nevertheless I could see that this city was full of life and that it was, it seemed, a paragon of order and perfection.
I was eager to get a closer look, and seeing that there was a bridge of a single and far reaching arch that led all the way down, I determined to take it. But, alas, as my leading foot reached the border between its symmetrical stones and the cliff to which they were joined, everything began to fade. My spirit began to drift upwards like a vapor being drawn into the night sky.
I felt I had been slumbering for a thousand years by the time I awoke; and truly did I oversleep, because the sun was already at its zenith. But what was it that I saw? This question may never leave me. Could it be, that underneath all the rubble and layers of time, lies the Holy City of Bronze? Perhaps I will one day return, if only I am allowed to sleep as long again.
XIII. 28th day of the 3rd month of the 600th age:
This I saw in a vision:
Evil festered in the blistering sun. The Lords of Dagon moved to and fro across the lands freely working their insidious devices, casting their poison like dust upon the waters in order that they may keep the fish enslaved. Ghostly, ragged in form; devious and grotesque in expression; they relished with a warped pleasure all their doings. The sight of it pierced with pain into my very bones, and my visage was tense with dismay. Hopeless, I began to weep, for there was no one with the power to subdue the evil. Then the skies opened! Rays broke through the clouds. There was an image of a woman in the sky clothed in bronze light. She sung a resounding and ethereal song, and snow began to fall. Every flake drifted gently down with divine guidance to light upon the wicked ones - to subdue the power of darkness. The Fourteen Lords of Dagon, seeing that their works were hindered, and being afflicted with pain, such that they had never experienced (for they had never before experienced pain), fled into the earth. Yet the damage was done, and Gielinor, war torn and twisted as it had become, was left but a fragment of its former glory. But the snow remained, and it was given unto certain ones the power to summon it, that we the Holy Church of Bronze may make war with demons, and pronounce judgement upon the wicked.
And I have certainly seen that one day a blizzard will come and cleanse the lands so that no one with a dark and bloody heart will be left. The Bronze will return in those days, and Kristy will once again manifest and go about her holy work of restoring fish after their former manner. They began life anew. Balance was restored.
XIV. 3rd day of the 4th month of the 600th age:
A painful and warring vision came to me on this day. I saw dark times of strife and rebellion. There were those that broke from the truth and determined to subvert the holy cause. They worked dark rituals, deceiving the masses, who when so enticed gathered by the thousands to hear the false prophets of Dagon, the Great Deceiver, defiler of all things. It had been this way for ages, but not to this magnitude, for this was an evil grown of a vile and ancient root; for the seed had been planted long, long ago. Now it had ripened: a gnarled and deathly tree yielded its singular grotesque fruit. Wickedness, violence, the veneration of false gods and demons were but a few of the symptoms of this dystopian ethos, but even as I saw darkness ravish the land, there was a glimmer of hope like a heap of burning coals glossed in ashes; and the wind in its solemn caprice, when it swept over them, provoked the burgeoning embers into subtle brightness. This however, consoled me only momentarily; I could not linger upon it: for darkness enveloped my mind.
And I looked and saw that there was death in the waters. The fish rose lifeless and limp to the top, collecting in those parts of the rivers where the fishers had placed blockages. They rotted amidst the stagnation, and their souls cried out for release. For this, the fishers praised Dagon. Folly upon folly, there was no end to the evil.
And I saw that the resulting carcasses were collected for the perpetuating of a series of rituals, to the end that the Grand Cursed Ritual would be accomplished, in which one of the Fourteen Lords of Dagon would be summoned. Only fools would attempt this, I thought, and fools they were, for when out of a tower smoke emerged Arak-Dagoth, The Seventh, The Lord of Terror, I heard not a fervor, but cries of fear and agony. He tore them asunder - them and their encampment. Those that were left attempted to subdue this demon lord in corporeal form, but all was vain - all was lost. Forthwith he left his feast with a storm trailing behind him. Each step he took cursed the ground beneath him - cursed the waters beneath him. And the sky waxed red as blood. His appearance was that of a giant that walked as a man with the face of a bat upon the head of an ox whose two horns twisted wildly unto their wicked ends. The other particulars of his appearance were difficult to be seen because he was covered in a shroud of black smoke that seemed to effuse from his pores, and his ashen limbs only vaguely revealed themselves when the smoke was forced back by the surrounding air as he moved about.
Where was he heading? He seemed fixed on a certain point. He passed over many relics of power, paying them no mind. He cared not for them. It could not have been that he was unaware. Then I saw that he had reached what looked to be a temple carved into the bottom of a cliffside by the sea. There the waves crashed vehemently against the rocks sending up a salty mist that mingled with the smell of burning sulphur. The temple was sealed with a large stone. Ancient runes where carved thereon, and there was the mark of a hand gashed into it. Arak-Dagoth now stood motionless for a moment in front of this archaic and foreboding monument as if to gather power within himself. As he did so, I contemplated his ominous form. From whence did this creature come? What of his origins? The origin of the Fourteen Lords of Dagon has not yet been revealed to me. Yet it is certain that they are not to be reckoned with. In spirit they have unparalleled powers of deception and manipulation over the minds of men and animals alike - they even have the power to influence the elements, but when given corporeal form, they manifest unique powers of destruction; and they love nothing more than to consume the souls of man and fish alike.
He reached forth to place his hand upon the sealing stone. At the moment of contact innumerable small fissures began to appear, branching off in unpredictable directions with a crackling sound. Pitch black smoke seeped through them. It had a scent more nauseous than I had ever experienced, since there were many qualities in it that conflicted, as if whatever was behind the stone was not one thing, but many. There was a rumble, and then a crash. The stone rent into two massive halves to reveal a dark inner passage out from which proceeded a violent wind. A shattering energy pulsated through reality. I knew then that a terrible evil had been unleashed, and I was filled with an awful mixture of strong emotional states. I felt fear, sorrow, confusion, indignation, wrath, and many other things besides. It was as if a war was raging within me. It was an unbearable weight of madness. A fateful suspense gripped my soul as I felt that pull which carries one out of visions. And indeed, the vision was fading, and although things were becoming obscure, I was able to catch a glimpse of what was within: There, in that black cavern loomed thirteen sets of phosphorescent eyes fixed to thirteen colossal shadows.
Gielinor was now at the mercy of all Fourteen Lords.
I awoke with a gasp, saturated with sweat; my heart pulsating violently…