I, The Prophet, looked into the abyssal reaches. I peered through the darkness. In the despairing night I saw that which few have seen. It was there, its formless ether enrobed in a confluence of beaming light! The Bronze! Effulgent! Radiating with ineffable glory! I was enraptured with joy intermingled with great sorrow! And for all that sorrow I would have desired the vision cease were it not for the joy! But as I continued to behold, my sight began to fade. I was blinded. Fear overcame me, and a silence, which seemed to me about the time of an hour, ensued. Thereafter I heard voices in languages I could not comprehend burgeoning from the faintest whispers. Languages of spirit that cannot by mortal tongue be spoken. They multiplied, culminating in a climax of colossal cacophony! Then in a cosmic roar, as the brass of a thousand bells, the Bronze sang out in the midst of the chaos a threnody of bitter sorrow! My being was shattered, scattered away—my fears, my desires, oblivion. Then I awoke with a gasp, as if my spirit had left and returned. As it was shown me, thus do I reveal it. With great awe do I reveal it. Amen.
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Bronze Clan OSRS
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