Greetings, traveller.155
Gah! A bunch of fanatical cultists. Nothing more.101
No! Well I wouldn't be, would I? I've spent my whole life dedicated to my sect. I dreamed of one day entering this sanctuary and finally meeting Mother!100
And to top it all off, Mother hasn't awoken at all. I fear she is probably being held captive by this Nightmare, or worse.96
Ah... Thank you, traveller. Are you here to fight the Nightmare?92
I'll pray for you.92
Yet instead I'm greeted by this condescending 'Lord' who feels I could try being 'a little more chaotic' for once.90
The only things these oafs are breaking is my head with their silent stares and furious hand-talk.87
These are the masks of the Sisterhood. While symbolic, they also have practical uses.66
Herbs can be stored within the beak, masking the smell of death and preventing us from becoming infected.63
You ask too many questions.62
It's a no. To wear a mask of the Sisterhood, you need to join the Sisterhood.59
An ancient order, born right here in Slepe.59
You lack the qualities we're currently looking for. Perhaps another time.57
Be safe, traveller.28
Many years ago, the Sisterhood were a group of healers dedicated to Saradomin.18
They were shown the error of their ways through fire and blood.18
However, our leader, a justiciar known as Phosani, saw the truth in Saradomin's teachings and turned away from his false light.17
Phosani embraced the glory of Zamorak and most of our order did the same. After that, she became known as the Inquisitor, though our order refers to her as 'Mother'.15
After the order reached enlightenment through Zamorak, we made our home in an abandoned hermitage. Over time, that hermitage grew into the town you see today.14