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Spirit of the Pass
 | ou must be careful walking through the underground
pass... it is filled with the spirit of Zamorak. You can
feel it as you wind your way round the stalactites- like
an icy chill that threatens to penetrate the very fabric
of your being. Not so many travellers come down here
these days, but there are some who are still foolhardy enough. |
I remember seeing one such warrior. Going by the name of
Randas, he stood tall and proud like an elven king. But
that same pride made him vulnerable to Zamorak's calls.
Randas' worthy desire to be a great and mighty warrior
also made him corruptible to Zamorak's promises of glory.
Zamorak showed him a way to achieve his goals, by
appealing to that most base and dark nature that resides in all of us.
It starts as a whisper in your ears. Dismissing the sounds
as the whistling of the wind, Randas steeled himself against
these forces and continued on his way. But the whispers became
moans, at once fearsome and enticing, like the call of some
beautiful siren. "Join us!" The voices cried, "Join us!"
"Why fight against your nature?" they asked Randas.
"Your greatness lies within you, but only Zamorak can
truly unlock your potential."
 | n time these voices became visions. Visions of human armies,
wasted by some unseen hand. Their bodies lie heaped
together like some amorphous mass of mutilated flesh.
And standing on top of this great heap stood Randas,
a bloody sword in one hand, and a glazed look in his eyes.
A destroyer of his own people... but a victor all the same.
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And upon entering Zamorak's Tower, it is said that Randas
performed a ritual that would alter his spirit forever.
Kneeling down at the sacred altar, he spilled his blood
into a silver chalice and offered it to Zamorak. And then
Randas began to chant the words of ancients- strange,
twisted noises from deep within the bowels of eternity.
This was the spirit of Zarmorak, pulsing through
his body like the cry of an animal from some unholy sacrifice.
His whole form began to convulse as electrical charges
streamed through his muscles. But the power was too much
for his mind; it was as if the forces of darkness were
a black cloud expanding inside his head. As he witnessed
yet more ghoulish and nightmarish visions, the world outside
seemed to disintegrate in front of him.
In fact the world was still there- it was Randas' mind that had
been broken. And now if you get lost in the tunnels you might
just stumble into Randas. A shadow of a man, his eyes are hollow,
with no life behind them. For Randas is part of the asylum now,
just one of the many walking dead. A human vegetable, he wonders
the tunnels in a zombified state, oblivious to all his surroundings.
Ask him about Zamorak and he will tell you as much as he can remember.
He may even tell you more about the ritual that he performed.
Just don't let curiosity get the better of you...
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