Our story begins with the Elder Gods. Legendary divine beings of magnificent power that retain the highest tier of godhood. They were known as Jas, Ful, Wen, Bik, and Mah. For a millennium, they used their artefacts to form worlds. Their most perfect creation being Gielinor, that was also their last. A young Naragi; an inhabitant of Naragan who ascended to godhood through slaying a God of war with its own weapon, discovered the beautiful world of Gielinor. He was overwhelmed by its brilliance and desired to share it with others. Guthix longed for everlasting balance. A plane that had no good than it did evil. After mourning about the loss of his home planet; Naragan, the new profound god introduced inhabitants that would steady the scales of justice. These inhabitants worshipped him as their god, an act he never favoured. Guthix slowly saw himself become what he always despised. The unintended predicament pained him. He knew his presence would only exceed his glorification. So Guthix left, journeying deep into the world's core where he slumbered, hoping that they would forget him. But Guthix was not the only god. One by one, gods of Destruction, War and Entropy found Gielinor. Instead of a world of balance, they saw a world of opportunity. New races such as the Icyene and Mahjarrat swarmed through portals with no desire for tranquillity. Violence was swift to follow. God fought other gods, mortal fought mortal. Few even dared to fight against their masters, disrupting equilibrium and raging a Godwar. In Forinthry; the Northern part of Gielinor, a god named Zamorak tore the continent asunder. Gielinor, once perfect, was forever scarred. The world cried out in pain, awakening Guthix. Upon awakening, Guthix saw the abrupt chaos. He became distressed and furious. He intervened using the Stone of Jas, an Elder artefact, to create portals through which he banished all of the gods. The Godwars were brought to an end. Guthix drew his sword, plunged it into the earth, and erected an ethereal barrier with the assistance of the stone called the 'Edicts of Guthix'. No god could set foot on Gielinor. The remaining soldiers laid down their weapons and form alliances. Peace returned to Gielinor and cities were built on battlefields. The gods loathed that peace. They clawed at the barriers of Gielinor, attempting to uncover any weakness it may have. The mortals went about their lives, but no one could anticipate what would happen next. An up-evil that changed Gielinor forever. Sliske; a Mahjarrat of the god Zaros, who despised serenity. He acquired power from an Elder artefact, a God Slayer, and journeyed into the world's core where Guthix slumbered. Two adventurers named Illerai and Eldrax trailed the deadly assassin. As they entered the Core's chamber, their efforts were diminished as Sliske struck Guthix with the God slayer and vanished soon after. Guthix became weak, his very essence diminishing by the second. Illerai and Eldrax rushed over to Guthix. Guthix saw potential in these two mortals and tasked them unknowingly. He decelerated time and altered their perception of reality to visualise himself in his previous form; before he became a god. They were within the ruins of Naragan, Guthix's homeworld. As he traversed his once called home, the adventurers followed. Illerai and Eldrax observed the aspects of life lived by Guthix. He spoke of his encounter with Skargaroth, the god he killed using the sword he found glowing with unimaginable power. In detail, Guthix mentioned the creatures created by these gods purely designed to inject fear and death into the world, much like the Icyene and Mahjarrat. He lectured them of his purpose: to create a world free of godly influence; a world where the inhabitants would not have to fight other being's wars. "I had greater power than the mortals had ever seen. They began to worship me. They built shrines to me, made sacrifices. They waited on my every word. They should not have been living beneath me, serving me. I wanted them to be free, balanced, to make their own decisions. When I ended the war of the gods, I did it with no pleasure. I knew I had already failed. Looking over Gielinor, it was like looking at my homeland: the land ravaged, the mortals worshipping a multitude of gods, including myself. Races that were brought in by the now-banished gods remained and disrupted the balance at every turn. Battles raged on, in the names of absent gods. I could banish the gods themselves, but I could not remove the memories of them; the blind faith displayed by their followers." Guthix did not want to disrupt the balance further, as his power was beyond un-proportional. He could have survived Sliske's attack but embraced the Mahjarrat allowing his demise; to bring true balance to the world. "If the gods return, another war is inevitable. Gielinor must be returned to peace before war destroys it... before it becomes like my own home. A dead, desolate wasteland. Gielinor must be protected. But not by me. By mortals with the power to defend against the gods, but not the power to be one." Guthix lowered himself onto the stone bed within the ruins of his house, awaiting death to consume his life. "I've already shared my power with you, chosen you both as one of my creatures, so that you may reach this point. When this is over, you will find yourself with even more power. A power you may use to defend against the gods. I am glad to have found such noble mortals such as you, Illerai and Eldrax. My blessings... are with you..." With his last breath, Guthix veered towards the adventurers standing before him. "Remember... your purpose... Forget me..." As Guthix closed his eyes and crept closer to his death, the Edicts he once structured lost their stability and crumbled. Other gods could now enter the world, and the journey Illerai and Eldrax were tasked with would be their toughest. The Sixth Age - The Godwar of the Anima Mundi The Anima Mundi - The world's soul. An essence so greatly desired by the gods. Through trying to maintain balance, Illerai and Eldrax was overthrown after the events of Sliske's games, an event that made the gods turn on each other fooled by Sliske's deceptive ways. With the death of Bandos and Sliske, Zamorak gathered the Mahjarrats once again to take over Gielinor, unleashing Hordes of his army to destroy every city and every mortal that lived alongside Zaros to claim control over the Anima Mundi - the World's essence that created life - and the Stone of Jas, now broken into pieces. Before word made it back to Saradomin, Armadyl and Seren; the Goddess of Light, the World Guardians tried to control the hordes but failed in doing so losing many lives in the process. They had no choice but to return and try to regain lost ground. Armadyl and Saradomin both agreed to assist the World Guardians, however, Seren did not abide by the idea of war. Instead, she withdrew her responsibility and protected the Elves residing in Prifddinas. Illerai and Eldrax were understanding towards Seren's judgement and held no grudge, focusing only on gathering those who survived... Half a century passed by; Illerai and Eldrax gathered many mortals who were strong enough to fight off small hordes which patrolled the Ruins of Cities that once stood tall. Through their venture, they came across another horde of Avernic demons, who seemed more interested in targetting a different area instead of the Mortal army. As they trekked further, they noticed they were attacking the City of Prifddinas with Seren at the front line of defence. Without hesitation, Illerai and Eldrax plunged into the fray. They sacrificed their lives as well as many mortals who followed them. Seren saw their efforts and commanded her elves to join their ranks as the Mortal army was outnumbered. With the new devised magic Seren had blessed her elves with, their healing and empowering abilities brought victory to the Mortal army over the Avernic horde. After the battle, Seren sent condolences towards Illerai and Eldrax. She wanted to protect her species, and later welcomed the idea of war and rejoined the World Guardians in their quest to banish Zamorak and Zaros once and for all as she felt there was no other way. The Elves taught their new magic to the Gnomes, trained the Ogres and Dwarves in new aspects of combat, and imbued Illerai and Eldrax with Seren's Essence to further the vision Guthix entrusted to them. As the mortals prepared for future endeavours, they were unaware of the few surviving Avernic. They returned to Zamorak and Zaros pleading Illerai, Eldrax and Seren's alliance. Zamorak made haste with a decisive answer: "The day these 'Guardians' so much as defended these pitiful mortals is the day they'll regret for the rest of their lives. I will march amongst our forces, Zaros. As one of our own, in disguise." Zaros disagreed with Zamorak's plan, stating the action would be unwise. Zamorak argued with Zaros and decided to continue down his chosen path. Zaros withdrew his Mahjarrat from Zamoraks command, which crumbled the alliance between the two gods. Disgusted, Zamorak attacked Zaros and missed, destroying the last active piece from the Stone of Jas in the process. As the stone was destroyed, Zamorak sensed an ascending power in the distance within Forinthry. As he turned towards the essence, he noticed the life of the land withering before him. Water stopped flowing, grass withdrew from the soil, trees turned black. The total annihilation he had wanted all along, resting in the sole artefact that gave him power. The God of Evil was not the only one to have noticed the dire effects of the last piece of the Stone's destruction. The Anima Mundi cried out again, but the only entity who heard it was Illerai. Confused, she turned to Seren and Eldrax who both state they heard nothing. After that event, mortals within the camp started to exclaim the change in the land. Abrupt tremors followed shortly after that, portals opening in the sky. The World Guardians ordered the camp to prepare for a fight, unknown to them if it was going to be one. But when creatures started to come through the portals, Illerai heard another voice. "The end is near.. There is no time, you must act now." Eldrax turned to Illerai and snapped her out of her frozen like state. They contacted Saradomin and Armadyl and informed them of what was happening. Illerai did not brief them on the cry from the Anima Mundi, nor the strangely familiar voice in her head. However, they prepared their army and themselves for the battle of a lifetime. They left Prifddinas and marched towards the Outpost outside of Arandar to find muscular and thick skin creatures under the oath of a forgotten god built for war. As they went to fight these creatures, beings which resembled TzHaar appeared and held off the Horde, allowing the mortals to progress into the inner walls of what used to be West Ardougne. Zaros appeared before them, summoning many undead creatures and spirits to flank the mortals. The Elves produced barriers to stop the incoming attacks as the others raced into battle formations. Dwarves threw their weapons after learning the fine art of Range from the Elves and mixed in melee attacks to break the physical undead beings. Gnomes used their new magical abilities to keep the evil spirits from at bay while the Ogre Shamans destroyed the front line, thus leading the Ogres who specialised in close combat through the front line of the Zarosian defences. Zaros grew tiresome. He appeared on the battlefield in a blink of an eye, reaping the lives of the mortals within the area. He cast magical, unknown runes that appeared to stop the flow of magic and brought the Ogre Shamans and Gnome mages to their knees, and eventually turned them to dust. "That's Omnic magic!", exclaimed Seren, "The Dark Lord created it as a way of destroying powerful magical beings." Illerai and Eldrax took to the front line of war. "We'll handle him", Illerai stated. "Keep our army alive, block his magic with everything you have!" Seren ordered the Elven mages to stand guard as she chanted an inscription of protection. A short while after, light blue barriers rose and covered the mortal's physical bodies, protecting them from the incoming attacks of darkness. But Zaros was prepared. He incorporated his Ancient Magicks to dispel the protection and used his Omnic magic to disrupt the channelling of the mortals magic. Illerai knew she had to attack Zaros, but couldn't find an opening. She signalled to Eldrax, getting him to distract the God of darkness while she prepared a trap. Eldrax charged Zaros with his lance in hand. Zaros blocked the attack, retaliating with another magical burst of dark energy. Eldrax dodged the attack and pierced Zaros. However, it did not pain the god. Eldrax became confused as Zaros began to laugh. The Dark Lord attacked Eldrax from behind, draining his magical essence. Eldrax then realised he had attacked a clone that Zaros produced using his magic. As he tried to retaliate, Zaros struck once again, rendering Eldrax useless as he fell to the ground. Illerai finally intervened. She predicted Zaros would use some sort of deception in order to win against Eldrax as his melee skills were far more superior. Illerai had him where she wanted him. Bars of light entrapped the Dark Lord. Panicking, Zaros tried to dispel the trap, but it was too late. Seren empowered Illerai's spell and brought the God of Darkness to an end. As he perished, so did his army. Seren then ordered the elves to heal Eldrax as his battle with Zaros made him weak. The elves also healed others who were injured and those who were close to death itself. As for the rest of the lives lost; the remaining mortals buried the remains of their once called allies. The army was lessening. Illerai knew they would have to hide until their members were healed and their equipment was reinforced. She ordered those who were able to dig beneath the battlefield and create a small base; a place they could retreat to, to prepare for the battle ahead. The Final Battle The mortal army prevailed through many ranks of countless foes. The battles continued from city to village, village to city. Their toughest battle was the Battle at Varrock. Though Illerai and Eldrax grew tired, their ferocious temperament in battle boosted the morale of their mortal army. They both knew if they could not show signs of weakness as the army depended on them. But even morale could not stop their numbers from lessening. The World Guardians split up, commanding smaller portions of the army into planned formations to lure out chunks of the Hordes that fought against them. Seren took charge of the Elven healers, directing their abilities to keep the survivors alive and strong enough to continue fighting. It seemed their plan was working; the Hordes became less and less. Battle magics and Necromancers began to weaken and were eventually killed, increasing the chances of winning the war. The Gods saw this as an opportunity to proceed into Varrock's courtyard, and sweep out the rest of the destructive beings. As they advanced, a blast of chaotic energy engulfed the battlefield, majorly impacting the tide of battle. The World Guardians looked towards the source of energy, to find a dark figure standing in shadows unveiling a figure. It was Zamorak. After a brief fight between Zamorak and the World Guardians, Zamorak started to weaken. It was then that he created a portal to bring forth what no one ever expected. Therragorn, the last remaining White dragon who ascended when the last piece of the stone was destroyed, lifting the curse of the Dragonkin entirely. Zamorak had chains of darkness wrapped around the dragon, depleting its power. Eldrax grew tiresome, he knew if he did not do something now Therragorn would not live. He sprung into combat but was deflected with magical force Zamorak drained from the dragon. "You fool. When a Dragon ascends, it becomes unlike any other ascended divinity. It's become stronger than that weakling Guthix. If it were not for the consumption of the broken Stone of Jas, these chains would not be able to hold such a powerful creature. But alas, my power exceeds my expectations." Illerai healed Eldrax, restoring his health and providing a boost to his stamina. Zamorak then changed his focus, snaring Illerai with crippling dark omnic magic. Illerai has never seen such magic before, nor has she been accustom to its effects. It stopped the flow of magic flowing through her, she could no longer assist Eldrax unless she used physical combat. Zamorak then struck her to the ground. "No! Your fight is with me, Zamorak!", exclaimed Eldrax as he caught Zamorak off guard with his spear. As Zamorak fell to the ground, Eldrax then tried to break the chains sapping Therragorn's power and manage to break two before Zamorak regained balance. Filled with wrath, Zamorak smote Eldrax and drove a God Slayer into his back through his heart and into Therragorn, who let out a roar of pain. Eldrax died from the attack. Illerai, still unable to use magic, started to mourn over the loss of her friend. Zamorak turned and faced her. "You will not defeat me, Illerai. Bow to the King of the GODS!" Zamorak crept closer towards Illerai; omnic magic gathering in the palms of his hands. Suddenly, Zamorak was distracted by a light radiating behind him. Therragorn started to glow; white fire came off the mystical dragon and started to change Eldrax who laid still, lifeless, still connected to the dragon by the God Slayer. Eldrax started to form scales; wings started to expand from his back. Black flames engulfed the World Guardian briefly, and Eldrax drew breath once again. Therragorn revived and imbued draconic energy into Eldrax using the weapon Zamorak pierced them with. As he came to consciousness, Eldrax pulled himself away from Therragorn and pulled the God Slayer through his chest. The wound healed almost instantly. His eyes glowing with a deep infernal blaze. Eldrax turned and glared at Zamorak. He could read every move the evil god was formulating in his mind, and as he looked around he could foresee other battle strategies from the fighting beings. Without notice, Zamorak appeared in front of Eldrax. Swiftly, Eldrax counteracted Zamorak's attack with his wing and set the god in flames. Zamorak stumbled to the ground screaming in pain. Eldrax then noticed Illerai looking directly at him. Her thoughts - he could see them clearly. Eldrax became confused; he saw the voices she heard, the cry from the Anima Mundi, the plan she had forcefully come to agree with. Eldrax's heart began to boil, the fire beneath his scales began to erupt spouts of dragon fire. "You never told me... You didn't say anything to the gods... I never withheld anything from you Illerai; we took an oath from Guthix himself." Illerai, realising what Eldrax was now capable of, felt the magic flow through her once again. The Anima Mundi connected with her mind, distilling magical energy. Illerai sought the opportunity and channelled all of her energy to collect the souls the Anima Mundi gathered and opened a portal to a new plane. "If you enter that portal, Illerai, you will have disobeyed Guthix's orders... Don't betray us!" With tears and regret, Illerai entered the portal. Eldrax was never so distraught and angry at the same time. His frustrated empowered him further. Muscles, bones and horns started to grow from the base of his body, neck, legs, head and wings. A tail grew from his spine. Eldrax transformed into a dragon. With the sight of Eldrax, Zamorak knew he could not defeat him and retreated. Eldrax used Therragorn to call other dragons to his aid, even the dragons within the battlefields that had previously been brainwashed by Zamorak. He destroyed everything in his path that was not a dragon, including Seren, Saradomin, Armadyl and Zamorak. Eventually, after three days, only dragons roamed Gielinor. His wrath consumed him to his core, and with the Anima Mundi no longer in Gielinor, no life could be produced. Gielinor.. was destroyed. Eldrax used Therragorn to teleport himself and the remaining dragons into the Abyss, where he remains healing and mourning the loss of Gielinor. The Revival of a Balanced age Illerai followed the footsteps her predecessor Guthix took. She found a world that was empty. The Anima Mundi she took with her infused itself into the new plane and recreated what it once was using the memories that Illerai felt was a more balanced age. Illerai knew that other gods would enter the plane and evidently restart the course of the god wars. Mortals will always worship a god, whether they see one or not, it was apparent. The Anima Mundi recreated Elder Artefacts of communication, which Illerai than used to communicate to the dead Gods... Their souls still within the Anima Mundi's cosmos. Illerai was fond of the fact resurrecting life based off of her memories will also mean the inhabitants will remember these gods. She then used the Elder Artefacts to resurrect the dead gods, and impaired them with the new edicts of ethereal protection. The Order of Illerai. An order which replicated elements of the Edicts of Balance created by Guthix himself, with the addition that no gods could enter the plain, but rather watch over it. Illerai made each god agree to provide their blessings to their followers but did not allow them to physically contact them. Sacrifices that were made to these gods were used to reproduce life that was once lost. Illerai assigned the Oneiromancer; Goddess of dreams, to assist the souls of those who were saved by the Anima Mundi and bless their followers with their gift. The Gods agreed, and the Order of Illerai was finalised. But Illerai could not help but wonder; Was Eldrax still alive? And if so, would he reign terror on the new world?

Oxl, was born in the Second Age of Gielinor. Her accomplice, Mao Tribulus, guided Oxl to her own destiny. Within the Second Age, war between the gods had caught Oxl and Mao amongst the rampage. They assisted Seren, protecting harmless creatures from such fierce environments. Though calm and tranquil, both Oxl and Mao fought with more ferocity than a pack of Orks rampaging through a cow pen. The duo despised such pain being inflicted on those who could not perform. Oxl and Mao ventured the land, gathering those who were unable. They called themselves 'The Serenic'. Oxl and Mao travelled far and wide, and during these travels came across a power that no human could fathom. Their main mission upon adventuring was to discover the connections between plains in order to reverse certain effects that time had compiled such as the godwars. When venturing in the lost isles of Xynah, Mao became cold. His mind drawn to direction. Oxl saw the behavioural change as strange, and when Mao started to mindlessly wander, Oxl followed. What they found was a large altar, engraved with an Unknown symbol. A symbol of the future, a symbol of recreation, a symbol of vast communication.

There were ancient runes, marked on the floors and walls paragraphed. As Mao floated over these runes, they glowed, but didn't share the same connection with Oxl. As confused as she was, Oxl decided to pull out a book and write these ancient runes. And with each one that was written, the specific rune glowed with a light blue shade, mixed with soft white saturation. From the first one that glowed, Oxl wrote the following runes in order. After writing each and every rune, the altar started to glow. Oxl closed the book, drew the symbol that was on the altar onto the cover of the book, and placed it onto the altar. The altar consumed the book. Blue and Green essence started to float in the air, the runes, gleaming with bright light. The room cave started to shake, rocks started to fall. Oxl grabbed Mao, and tried to escape until a large rock fell on them. Days later, Oxl awoke. Mao had been conscious healing his wounded ally, and once Oxl had seen him, received a hug from his friend. Oxl then realised, she was not the same. When she hugged Mao, both herself and the ever-loving creature glowed. The symbol, the mysterious rune, drawn beneath their feet. As Oxl withdrew, so did the glow. Oxl started to walk over the symbols as Mao floated when initially entering, and when positioning next to a rune, it glowed.

Suddenly, a large thunder-like beam struck the altar, leaving only a sizzle.. and a book. Calming down from the sound, Oxl and Mao walked over to the book. It was the same one Oxl had written in, only it seems it has changed. The runes she wrote, were no longer ink. The symbol on the front, turned into a medallion that could not be separated from the tome. With swiftness, Oxl took the book and ran off with Mao following. Years of research later, Oxl discovered that Mao Tribulus was a man who was the son of a God. The god remained unknown, however the divine entity had smited his son, converting him into an animal. But when asked, Mao wanted to be in the form he was now, and wouldn't have it any other way.

The cave they had entered was the Cave of Hope, also known as 'Ill-te-erii' to the elves. Mao constructed the cave to empower whoever he fell in love with. Oxl, was the chosen one. The power she received that day can be matched to one of a demi-god. Thought Oxl did not receive immortality, she received powers that could change the world. And with such empowerment, allowed Mao to exceed his current potential. Within the Second Age, the War had been ceasing due to the work of Oxl and Mao, and after the Second Age, the war had ceased. Oxl had created areas for the harmless creatures to habit, and assisted with the flora and fauna growth. But due to Oxl's mortality, her age brought her life to an end. Heartbroken, Mao laid with his love, and died in her arms.

Ancient scribes tell us of a story of how Eldrax was the guardian of a key which protected the most valuable treasure in a sacred mountain. Countless adventurers have tried their luck at defeating Eldrax, but none had managed to make it out alive. Old stories say that there was a time when Eldrax was disturbed so much, that it wrecked havoc on a nearby town to scare off those who seeked to challenge it. Villagers of Ambracia have described that this horrific beast as a demonic plague that wiped out their once thriving and wealthy town. It has been told that this dragon resided inside of a cave on the mountain near Ambracia, forever hibernating until it was disturbed by villagers wishing to pillage the treasure the mountain had kept. Ever since Eldrax wiped out Ambracia, his domain remained untouched. For over 800 years he has not been disturbed by a single challenger simply because he was nowhere to be found. Those that entered the mountain in order to take on the beast were left in surprise, as they found nothing but empty rooms with nothing but dust to settle. However, recent events have shown that Eldrax is still alive. People say that the beast had moved from its nest, and now resides in the Wilderness with the infamous treasure. It is said that the one who slays Eldrax and finds the treasure will be eternally blessed by the gods with riches and immortality. However, many speculate and disagree. Some say that the Eldrax ground is sacred and should not be disturbed as he may caused death upon those who seek to battle him. Theories are thrown around stating that whomever steps on this sacred ground would be cursed for a thousand years and would die a very painful and slow death when met with old age. But no one is brave enough to try, as the powerful beast lies and awaits the next adventurer to take him on. Do you have what it takes?

Many years ago, there was a young and loving mother by the name of Mileena. She had a son, one who she loved with no bounds. He was a beautiful, a glorious boy named Lon. He loved to play outside and explore the outskirts of our small town, the town of Ioden. Apart from the other boys, Lon was never michevious. From time to time he had a knack for running off by himself, but he always had good and noble reasons. From the day of his birth to his last birthday at the age of 19 the boy bloomed with joy. By protecting the weak and innocent people of his town, he portrayed the beloving loyalty that his mother had taught and shown him. His love for other animals, creatures and humans was larger than the entirety of Zeah. But that love died at the day of a dreadful attack. It was told that the corruption of Eldrax's lair had pushed Zamorak's minions out of their keep temporarily in search of a new home. They raged into his home with blazing weapons and dark sorcery, trampling everything he loved down into the dirt. His people were slaughtered, his land was burned and his home was intruded. He ran home as fast as he could in order to protect his mother, but the soldiers were already there by the time he got back. She was held hostage by a rookie Zamorakian warrior. He held a sharp blade under her throat and as Lon yelled for them to stop, the soldier slit it out of surprise.

Lon could not believe what he had just witnessed. His beloved mother, who had never caused harm to a single living creature had now been foolishly murdered by a Zamorakian warrior. Tragedy had struck and Lon fell to his knees with anger, rage and fury burning through his body. He could no longer love and he could no longer feel anything around him. As the other warriors approached him with a wicked laugh, a sudden transformation took place. His head shapeshifted into a creature the world had never seen. Dragonic wings grew out of his back, and his skull turned into the head of a lion. He had grown ten times in size and was now such a massive beast that the warriors ran for their lives. The once young boy who had shown love and devotion to others around him was no more. Instead he had become a furious killing machine that burned, destroyed and slaughtered everyone in his path. With everyone dead, the Elven Royal Council sent the Cadarn to capture Lon before he would cause more mayhem around the world. They captured him and seized him in magically enchanted chains that drained him of his power at all times. This was the only way the world could live in peace once more. Legends are told that the beast still lives in a chamber deep down underneath the soil. Built against intruders and locked away with a secret key. All that was left of Lon was just a wicked beast by the name of King Chimera, exiled to spend the rest of his days in a wretched cage.

The Elder Gods were legendary divine beings that birthed universe after universe, world after world. Gielinor was their last creation. In the First Age, the Elder Gods sculpted Gielinor with magnificent plains. It is said that Gielinor was their most perfect creation, and the world itself was the true meaning of Serenity and Tranquility. Laws were bound by the First order, and wards were set so no evil shall infiltrate such land. However, during Gielinor's construction, a power emanated from within the world itself. It was no ordinary power, of which each world would usually project to show it's lively status. This power was beyond what the God's had expected. The subject was ignored, as the Elder gods felt it was just the power of Gielinor. After the Elder gods were satisfied with their creation, they had spread artifacts of their own to assist with the order Guthix had bound to the world. The Elder Gods withdrew and vanished, while Guthix slumbered in Gielinor's core after imbuing the land with the Order of Balance.

In the Second age, Gods from other plains had entered the realm. These gods were gathering followers, building structures and introducing their own race into the brand new land. One of these gods were Zaros, who deemed the largest empire in the history of Gielinor. His highly aggressive means of expanding his empire made him feared by the gods that opposed him.

While carrying out his expansion plan, Zaros had come across ancient runes marked into certain objects around Gielinor. He instructed his empire to collect such objects and have them stored for his own access. And within a short time, collected all of the unusual rune embedded items. Zaros could feel the power projecting off of these objects. He placed his hands over the runes to clean off the dust that hid the remaining part of the rune, and with such action the runes glowed. Startled, Zaros stood back. The voices of an ancient being started chanting, and with the chants the runes glowed brighter. The objects fused with one another, and formed a Pillar. The pillar then descended into the earth, and started shaking.

Panic came across entities all over the land. An immense, inhuman cry covered the vast majority of Gielinor. Zaros, alongside his general Zamorak, had located and traveled to the point of the cry only to find a godlike figure standing in their presence. Exoden, the Destroyer of worlds. Once a god, Exoden was exiled for destroying worlds to increase its own power, and was held by ethereal chains constructed only by the Elder gods themselves to bind such power.

Zaros commanded that he revived Exoden, and shall follow every command given. Exoden summoned crystals that surrounded him, and attacked Zaros and Zamorak. Stunned by the power of Exoden, Zaros and Zamorak retreated. The Divine being then roamed, making it's way to the core of Gielinor. As it got close, Exoden felt a a familiar force. A presence its dealt with on many other worlds. The Artifacts left behind by the Elder Gods had opened portals to warriors from a previous cycle of creation that were designed to keep Exoden bound by the Order. They were the Aisyr, warriors of all types that have god-like powers but don't share the same immortality as a god.

The Aisyr made haste to Exoden, and confronted the being with no signs of weakness. The Battle had begun, and raged on. Other armies would collide only to be partially extinct due to the brute force of Exoden and the Aisyr. The battlefield became so dreaded that no empire would dare set foot on such premises. The battle ended in the Middle of the second age, the battle ceased. Many of the Aisyr were lost, but they were finally able to stop Exoden from destroying Gielinor, binding his essence into Gielinor once again and sending the divinity into his own slumber as long as the Order of Guthix lived on. After the death of Gielinor, the re-creation of the land for Illerai had constructed not only memories of the adventurer, but ancient milestones and the previous history of Gielinor. Exoden, has returned. The Order of Illerai took no bounds against the existence of such a deadly being, and now the destroyer has once again risen to show the demise of the land he once walked on.

"My duty was to protect my clan. But this was not what was intended, Iorwerth." Priffdinas. A safe haven and network community built by the Elves and the Goddess, Seren. It was a glorious city build by various Elven clans with the power of blessed crystals. The seven clans were peaceful and lost within the harmony Priffdinas emanated, until the time that Baron Sovaeren commanded the march of his military group after breaking out of Seren's curse, holding them hostage within the boundaries of crystal for two ages. Baron Sovaeren was part of the Elven Royal Council who managed the Miltary clan, the Cadarn. The Baron wanted the best for his clan, his actions were only driven by heartfelt thoughts. While meeting with the clan leader of the Iorwerth clan, Sovaeren was informed of a dark, wicked future to come. Hearing the disaster that was yet to unfold had the Baron fear the worse as his clan would become extinct. But this path of events was never paved. What came next were the events of the Lord Iorwerth. His everlasting hunger of conquering the Land of the Elves was no longer a dream, but now the foundation of reality. With most of the Cadarn clan gone, Lord Iorwerth led his clan into the gates of Priffdinas. Many Elves died. The remaining clans fled into the forest of Isafdar to escape fatality. News reached Baron Sovaeren days later, heartbroken by the events described by his Troops. The Baron set war against the Iorwerth clan vowing to right his wrongdoings. They set traps in the forest, singling out patrolling Iorwerth members and dwindling their numbers. Weeks later, Baron Sovaeren saw an opportunity to attack the Iorwerth clan head on. But it was a trap! Lord Iorwerth had received reports of his missing members. He readied his men around the outer walls of the city, musking their visibility with concealing spells. They waited day after day until the Baron and his clan were unveiled. After the battle, many Cadarn died with numbers of the Iorwerth clan still mighty. They captured Sovaeren, and brought him to what is now Lord Iorwerths' chamber. "You should have stayed away, Sovaeren. I warned you, as a brother that this day would come." "You betrayed me and the entirety of Priffdinas! My duty was to protect my clan. But this was not intended, Iorwerth. You and your clan bring great shame to the Elven race!" "I only brought what was necessary. The Elves were becoming forgotten, hiding behind the curse of Seren. Our teachings and blessings only made us weak." "You will not get away with this Iorwerth! There are many Elves who can still rise and rebel." "That is true. But measures have been taken to secure their unfortunate deaths. And that is you Sovaeren." "I will not respect your command, traitor." "Oh, but you don't get a choice in this matter, Sovaeren. No one does, but the Dark Lord." After Iorwerth's statement, dark symbols appeared around Sovaeren. Tree roots emerged from the ground, restricting the movements of the Baron. A maple root then pierced his heart producing dark energy flowing into his body and disrupting the sane elements of his mind. "Arise, Baron. You have stray Elves to find."

Coming Soon..

Ancient scribes tell us of a story of how Eldrax was the guardian of a key which protected the most valuable treasure in a sacred mountain. Countless adventurers have tried their luck at defeating Eldrax, but none had managed to make it out alive. Old stories say that there was a time when Eldrax was disturbed so much, that it wrecked havoc on a nearby town to scare off those who seeked to challenge it. Villagers of Ambracia have described that this horrific beast as a demonic plague that wiped out their once thriving and wealthy town. It has been told that this dragon resided inside of a cave on the mountain near Ambracia, forever hibernating until it was disturbed by villagers wishing to pillage the treasure the mountain had kept. Ever since Eldrax wiped out Ambracia, his domain remained untouched. For over 800 years he has not been disturbed by a single challenger simply because he was nowhere to be found. Those that entered the mountain in order to take on the beast were left in surprise, as they found nothing but empty rooms with nothing but dust to settle. However, recent events have shown that Eldrax is still alive. People say that the beast had moved from its nest, and now resides in the Wilderness with the infamous treasure. It is said that the one who slays Eldrax and finds the treasure will be eternally blessed by the gods with riches and immortality. However, many speculate and disagree. Some say that the Eldrax ground is sacred and should not be disturbed as he may caused death upon those who seek to battle him. Theories are thrown around stating that whomever steps on this sacred ground would be cursed for a thousand years and would die a very painful and slow death when met with old age. But no one is brave enough to try, as the powerful beast lies and awaits the next adventurer to take him on. Do you have what it takes?