Extermination

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Fifty-two years ago Musa Point, Karamja.

 

Introduction: I can recall the very day my grandfather urged his pride from the great war sixty years ago. Inspiring my father to join the revolution to build what is now my home, if it was not for people like my father Musa point would have the natives crawling all over it with their devilish ways. Was it not our half-elf blood that strode us to rise up from the ashes and the rubble? Without our race this land would not have seen the modern world. We hungered for more land, heading to the southwest we swallowed it from the natives. Their villages were burned to the ground as they scattered fleeing from the burning death, they could only continue to run south, deep within the jungle. Expansion populated us, created more freedom for us. The natives did not stand a chance even praying to zamorak to help slay the invaders. Their weapons were made from the jungle, while ours were forged from steel, as well as our armor. With our army of one-thousand men marched strong to make an attack, it was us who was under attack. The Tai Bwo Wannai's outnumbered us by thousands heading towards Brimhaven. Defending our city over eight-hundred karamja soldiers died in battle, thousands of the natives were slain, but retreated from a wall of fire that was south brimhaven. My grandfather was of the few who survived the great war and he lives to tell the tale of our people. Now our army reaches ten-thousand young men like myself. Our goal is too finish what our ancestors started, to expand south so we can drive the natives out of our land once and for all. This is Karamja's new revolution, this is an extermination!