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In the early days of Brynmoor, back when it was rather more active than it is now, there were artisans of great skill who would gather in secret to weave tapestries of such aesthetic wonder that they could never be shown.

Some, depicted the power of Saradomin. Others, the beneficence of Guthix, or the wickedness of Zamorak. A few depicted scenes of natural beauty, such as the green forests, the undulating dunes of the desert of the sharp peaks of the mountains.

One, depicted something far more sinister. It depicted the future. Suizzy was best known for their embroidery of owls, adding them as secret filigree to all of their pieces. Yet, on one fateful night of clandestine sewing, they were overcome by a vision so terrible, that they had to depict it in fabric.

A dragon, rising from the flames of the underworld and dragging with it a terrible withering curse that would claim all life in the region. It was a cursed thing. A terrible sight. Yet, the other crafters were drawn to its strange and sinister beauty.

It was sealed away, deep within the soil. Lost for centuries. Until a new group of adventurers, accidentally found a way to bring it to the light.