Revelations

King Harmon Reeves stood at the Palace gates, he was surrounded by Paladins who were Saradominists, something which Harmon had inforced immediately. He had a large crowd gathered in front of him, the majority were Ardougne's residents, but some were travellers, including Tarqinder, Mark, Tony, Sir Raef and Meep the Gecko.

"He won't be able to see us here!" Tony snapped, trying to push through the crowds in hopes of reaching the front so Harmon would notice him and the others.

"Stop it Tony, we can greet him afterwards, this could be important to hear," Tarqinder snapped.

King Harmon took one step forward to address the crowd, his Paladins close by him.

"Ladies, gentlemen, children, I feel it my duty, as your King, to inform you of what is gonig on in the world, and I am afraid to say it is not good," Harmon announced.

Murmurings began amongst the crowd, and the murmurs turned into conversations.

"Is it Zamorakians?" Exclaimed a man with a longbow under his arm.

"No, no. Rest assured, there is no Zamorakian activity in this city, and if there is, I shall terminate it immediately. Let me promise you now that Lathas can never get back to you, as he is in the depths of West Ardougne; the little world he created himself and tried to blame on Tyras. This matter, is a much bigger threat than money and gold and other treasures, and it will affect every man, woman and child not just in this city, but across the world. From Nardah to Edgeville, from Rellekka to Yanille!" Harmon exclaimed.

The crowd fell silent, every eye was upon Harmon.

"There is a threat that mankind or any other creature on this world can stop, and it's going to destroy this world, and there is nothing we can do but lessen the effect of it," Harmon continued.

"Well tell us what it is!" Exclaimed the man with the longbow.

"Last night, something terrible happened. It didn't take place anywhere near here, but similar things will happen here, I can assure you. Musa Point and Brimhaven were struck by a terrible storm, one which killed everything in its path. The whole of northern Karamja is flooding, and now not a single person, animal or tree stands alive there. Do you know what this is? It is freak weather! And it can happen anywhere, anytime. For all we know, tonight might see Varrock, or Falador, or Lumbridge, or here completely destroyed by a storm, with not one of us standing here alive. Every building would crumble and collapse under murky waters, and we'd become food to the sharks. So now I beg of you, to lessen the effect of all this, please stop burning fires and releasing smoke into the sky, for all this smoke is making it hotter, and any explorer will know that the hotter a place, the more storms, which is why Karamja was hit first. Think about it, though, we are not as cold as say, Ice Mountain, or Trollweiss, so we could very well be next. Unless we stop burning and burning, all of this city and verywhere around it will be washed underwater!"

"If Saradomin looks down on us your Majesty, then why does he let this happen?"

"Maybe this is the time, it has finally come; to stop relying on gods and fortune to save us, and to stand up on our feet and solve our own problems. Guthix gave us the greatest gift when he created man, a mind, now let us use this mind which Saradomin has nurtured throughout Guthix's absence, and use it to make a better kingdom! And then maybe it will be fit for the gods to walk on once again."

The crowd broke into applause, and then proceeded to put out a small fire which had been left burning near the Palace, and Harmon smiled, and gave a nod of approval.

"That's it, it's all making sense now!" Raef exclaimed.

"What is?" Mark asked.

"I believe he means the whole situation with the storms and fish, am I right?" Tarqinder asked.

"Yes you are Tarqinder, yes you are. Now I think those sea creatures understand what is going on with these storms and that they flood the land, and it's helping them capture and capture more of our world! These aren't random attacks, these creatures are taking revenge on us! And they have good reason to, for all we do is take water to drink, and kill the creatures to eat and then let our own waste out into the sea. Oh my Saradomin; they must hate us!" Raef exclaimed.

As the crowd surrounding the group began to disband and do Harmon's bidding, Raef, Tarqinder, Mark, Tony and Meep dashed towards King Harmon who was walking back into his Palace. A Paladin stepped in front of them.

"Stop right there Sirs," the Paladin ordered.

"It's important, and we know King Harmon. Your Majesty! It is me Tarqinder!" Tarqinder yelled at Harmon as he headed inside his Palace.

Upon hearing Tarqinder's name, he turned around and marched straight back to here he had given his speech.

"Tarqinder!" Harmon exclaimed with a smile upon his face. "And Mark Theobald, the one who saved my life, I cannot thank you enough! And Tony de Fillo, and who is this?" Harmon pointed at Raef.

"Why, I am Sir Raef, of Falador! Good friend of Sir Vyvin and Sir Amik himself, I had dinner with your advisors only last week, it was a splendid-" Raef was interrupted.

"Not now Raef, your Majesty-" Tarqinder was interrupted.

"Please Tarqinder, call me Harmon," Harmon said.

"Fine then, Harmon, I am here to warn you that your life is in danger. We have just sailed from Port Sarim across dangerous waters to here today, to warn you of something as bad as the freak weather. It's known as the Sealife Army."

"Oh my, I think you'd better come inside..."