Ravioli, ravioli, give me the formuoli.

Eriq Garcia

Our story begins with the Elder Gods,
Beings of immense power.
For millenia, they formed worlds,
And Gielinor was their perfect creation.

It was also their last.

Gielinor lay silent, and concealed.
But all treasures must be found.
A young god, named Guthix, came upon the world,
And he was overwhelmed by it's beauty.

He desired to share it with others.
Gateways were opened, and he brought in peaceful beings.
They tended the land, and lived in balance with the world.
Gielinor was in the hands of mortals, and the time had come for Guthix to leave.
He journied under the earth,
And slept.

But Guthix was not the only god.
One by one, others found Gielinor,
And instead of a world of balance, they saw a world of opportunity.
New races swarmed through portals, with no desire for peace or harmony.
They were skeemers, warriors, killers.

Violence was swift to follow.
God fought god,
Mortal fought mortal,
And a powerful few dared to fight their masters.
Out of chaos, The God Wars erupted!

In the north, a god named Zamorak tore the continent asunder.
Gielinor, once perfect, was forever scarred.
The world cried out in pain,
And Guthix woke.

He cast the gods out, and The God Wars were brought to an end.
Guthix built walls around the world, so that no god could set foot on Gielinor.
It was a gift to mortals.

Soldiers lay down their arms, peace returned, and cities were built on battlefields.
But the gods despised that peace.
They clawed at the boundries of the world, hunting for a weakness,
And mortals went about their lives.

But they could not have anticipated what would happen next.

An upheaval that would change the world forever.