Zamorak, God of Chaos

The forces that be threw their entire might into their opponent, only for it to fail in a most horrific fashion. Time will forget you and your weakness as you fought for stagnation and rot, and your corpses shall sustain the forces of change.

Go, enter the furnace and become molded into something more.

I fine prize to be certain.

Now this is a human I can respect.

Debauchery is the default state of mortals, and it would be uncharacteristic for me not to indulge as well. Having followers that shun the norms of society has its perks.

I will consider this only if he submits. That pompous preacher is beneath me and befits the role of a dog.

You may have your eyes upon me, however I have eyes in places you couldn’t fathom, hidden from plain sight.

You may bring presumably powerful individuals down, but this is simply a culling of the weak and unfit for my philosophy. Those that remain are much more dangerous and resolute than the last, and you will regret positioning yourself against them and I.

Ahh, while my banishment is a grave mistake on the part of the World Guardian, it brings me great joy to see Moia take up the mantle of my second in command flawlessly. I may not be on Gielinor to shape the destinies of all, but she shall be a fantastic substitution. Beware, your days are numbered.

Perhaps I will levy the might of the Infernals upon you for this insult.

I’ll overlook the insolence for the time being. Congratulations on overcoming a real god, in spite of your underhanded tactics. I will be looking forward to the next time I find my way back to Gielinor so that I may crush you fully.

may become of both allies and foes. Make your choice, and may it be the correct one.

Greetings, it is I the Lord of Chaos and bringer of change: Zamorak. You may fear me and my rule, which may be wise, however your allegiance to me will be rewarded well beyond your imaginings. Of course, those who oppose me shall meet a fitting fate, but surely all who know of me are aware of what-