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 has 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 brethren!” Their blood is on your hands, oh fisher!
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Bronze Clan OSRS
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