Zamorak Hood

It's hard to look at what the Zamorakian Mages have become. They were once a noble order, committed to chaos, demonology and destruction. You would fear to be in their presence, particularly that of their leader, Alric. Now, you fear them for wholly different reasons. The Reach has twisted them into something bestial.

The downfall was sudden. They would not admit it, but the magi had lost control of their demons. Their reaction was the same as always: to deny and deflect. If you accused the magi of summoning demons outside of sanctioned areas, they would smirk and give a carousel of different answers: you are lying; you are mistaken; you are cowardly; you are to be eaten by demons.

Something terrible was bound to happen; it was a question of when. An infernal demon materialised during a Shadow Knight training session. The recruits were memorising guard rotations, so only their teacher was armed. It was a massacre.

Alric and Lord Rasmodel locked themselves in the war room to argue. None were to enter. Only the two of them know what was said - oh, to be a raven, watching - but everyone knows the result.

The Dreaming Stone, and the allocation of power that came from it, would be managed solely by Lord Rasmodel. The demon portal would have its power rationed.

Alric and his magi had their wings clipped.