Ptolemos

"My goal is to liberate the Mahjarrat and I will do whatever's necessary to achieve it."

- Ptolemos



Ptolemos is a male Mahjarrat roleplayed by the player of the same name. He was a member of the Godless before his death.

He was born in the region known as the Sundered Sea in Freneskae where his tribe prospered after learning that the earth there was fertile enough to support plant life. Later, after a vicious civil war, he and his brother left. They travelled until learning of Icthlarin's offer, which they accepted. Both were brought to Gielinor with the other Mahjarrat. He would later fade into obscurity up until the end of the Fifth Age and the beginning of the Sixth.

He, along with the Mahjarrat army he'd built to fight the gods, was found dead in a fortress in the North. Near the end of his life, Ptolemos was one of the few of his kind to openly support the Godless, an act that likely contributed to his death.

Freneskae
The Sundered Sea

Ptolemos was born in the region known as the Sundered Sea. Its name came from folklore his tribal elders often spoke of: the Creator-God, enraged by the actions of His creations, split the sea in His fury. Under His wrath, the seabed crumbled and collapsed whilst newly-formed gorges and ravines drained the seawater. The former sea became a barren wasteland and served as a warning to all mortals on Freneskae.

In time, steep crags jutted up from the marred earth, formed from the shifting of tectonic plates. Only a few of the nomadic tribes dared cross the godforsaken region. Ptolemos' tribe, however, had no choice. The elders spoke often of their tribe's history, such as how they were forced to withdraw into it by an aggressive tribe and the hardships they suffered while travesing the land. Several tribesmen and women died, and many more would have surely followed if they hadn't learned how to till the earth. The tribe eventually built a settlement high above their fields, in the face of a crag, where it prospered, shielded from the elements of Freneskae and enemy tribes.

Ptolemos was raised as a warrior for his tribe. He was brash and hotheaded, with little patience for hunting or agriculture. He preferred to fight with his kin on the battlefield where the magic flowing from his hands came as natural to him as the sharp words passing his lips. Other tribes learned of their success in cultivation and grew jealous; they wanted the crops for themselves. They attacked frequently, but were repelled due to the strategic placement of the settlement. In time, the number of assaults dwindled until they became infrequent. Ptolemos' tribe continued to flourish.

Some of the elders attributed their prosperity to the Creator-God and worshiped Him. Others, however, refused to do so. Because of their conflicting beliefs, infighting erupted. It persisted for decades until the tribe finally split; those that worshiped the Creator-God forced the nonbelievers from the settlement, but at a great cost. Many men, women, and children on each side were killed, and the settlement severely damaged. Those that left took with them a large portion of the settlement's store, bringing about a dark age for the settlement.

Ptolemos was young when the infighting began. His mother and her side of the family were passionate followers of the Creator-God, and they fought for dominance over the settlement; unlike them, however, Ptolemos lacked such faith. Nonetheless, he fought with them against the nonbelievers. Over the course of the war, Ptolemos' father was killed, while he, his mother, and brother survived.

Those that survived the war tried to rebuild their home. They eventually did, but were unable to restore it to its former glory. As their harvests began to lag, people started to whisper. Some believed they should try and join their sister tribe, the nonbelievers, while others suggested starting another war. The elders would not have this. They convened and decided that in order to please their god and bring back prosperity to the settlement, their next ritual would require a larger number of sacrifices. By random selection, the sacrifices were chosen; Ptolemos' mother was one of them.

Although his mother was humbled at being selected, Ptolemos was angry. He refused to allow it and argued with the elders to choose someone else. They were unwilling, however, proclaiming it was the will of their lord. Ptolemos stormed off, furious, and dwelt on the matter. He later came to the conclusion that only by force could he prevent his mother from being sacrificed. But he alone couldn't fight them...he needed an army. Luckily, he knew where to find one.

Those that split from the original tribe had settled outside of the Sundered Sea after being unable to thrive in its harsh climate. Because of their location, they were prone to raids by other tribes. Their defenses were poor compared to that of their former home. As a result, their stores eventually became depleted as the settlement's. It was them that Ptolemos approached. It was easy to rekindle old enmities, especially considering their wretched conditions. He now had the army he needed, although whether they fought for him or themselves remained to be seen.

On the eve of the ritual, Ptolemos and his army infiltrated the settlement. Chaos ensued immediately. Ptolemos realized too late that he had no true hold over the other tribe; they had led pitiful lives after getting forced out of their home. Now they were out for revenge.

War had come to the settlement once more, but not as some of its people had expected. It was a bloody, hard-fought battle. The nonbelievers emerged victorious. Meanwhile, the tribal elders were caught by surprise and killed, ironically becoming the sacrifices used in their ritual.

Not only was the number of casualties immense, but the damage to the settlement proved irreparable. Skirmishes soon broke out among the survivors, leading to the destruction of the settlement's prized crops. It seemed as though the Creator-God had truly abandoned them.

Ptolemos and his brother had long since abandoned the settlement. Their mother had been killed during the initial attack, something both he and his brother blamed him for. The two left the Sundered Sea together and began their new lives. Unfortunately for them, there were some that interpreted their departure as an admission of guilt for destroying the tribes' crops. Hunters were dispatched to pursue them with the intent of capturing them alive, or killing them should they resist.

The brothers trekked across Freneskae, eluding their hunters. When confrontation was inevitable, they fought and drove their pursuers off, although they would always return later. It became a game of cat and mouse that lasted for decades. But that all changed when Icthlarin arrived.

Word spread among the tribes that some being had emerged, promising them passage into another realm where they would have the opportunity to engage in wonderous combat against its denizens. The brothers were skeptical, but curious enough to travel with the other Mahjarrat to learn the truth of the matter. Their hunters, too, were curious, and abandoned their task to join the exodus. They discovered the rumors were indeed true and met Icthlarin himself. He would take them all, but they first had to take an oath of obedience.

Pledging their service, the Mahjarrat, including Ptolemos and his brother, accompanied Icthlarin to this new world.

Gielinor
Kharidian Nights

The Kharidian Desert was known by all as a cruel and harsh mistress during the day, but at night her true colors showed. Creatures that thrived during the cool, dark hours emerged from their burrows to seek out their next meal, while others retired to wait until dawn. Those that stood vigil during this time knew the phrase, "Survival of the fittest," and saw it play out before them. Included among these sentries was Ptolemos who was glad to be out here instead of with his kin for once. He used to loathe this post where all he did was keep watch until someone came to relieve him, that is if they even remembered to. Now he found himself looking forward to the moment when it came his turn to relieve the man before him and take his place.

This night had been particularly difficult. Ptolemos and his brother had fallen into yet another heated argument, which led to the former stomping off. Their relationship had been strained ever since their arrival to this new world. Sure, it was a marvelous one, filled with plenty of opportunity, but the past is never one to be forgotten. Even as they fought side by side on the battlefield, a gulf seperated the two brothers, one deeper than any physical manifestation, and it continued to grow with each passing day.

Ptolemos suddenly grew alert. He'd heard something nearby. He listened carefully—there it was again! It came from somewhere ahead of him. At his gesture the entire field before him was bathed in light. Stepping forward, with magic coursing through his raised hands, Ptolemos looked upon the rogue that dared try to sneak past him.



A lone meerkat, paralyzed by the sudden light show, returned his gaze.

Both Mahjarrat and meerkat kept their eyes locked on the other. A minute passed before Ptolemos lowered his hands. "You're not supposed to be here," he spoke, his eyes never leaving those of the meerkat's. "Tuwa." The meerkat smiled mischievously, and in the time it took to draw breath, had reverted to its natural form.

"You're no fun, Ptolemos." Her lips drew up in a mocking pout. "What's wrong? Sand in your unmentionables?" She received a dirty look for the snide remark.

"No? So what is it, then?" She cocked her head to the side and lifted a hand to her ear. "Speak up, I didn't catch that." Ptolemos repeated himself.

"It's nothing." Tuwa grinned knowingly.

"Ah, I see," she said, sidling up to him. She pressed her body against his while wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Family issues." Despite elicting a grumble from Ptolemos, she wasn't pushed away.

"How did you know?"

"Hard not to, especially after the shouting match you two had." Feeling an angry retort forming in his throat, Tuwa quickly reacted and silenced him with a kiss. When they parted, Ptolemos couldn't remember what he was going to say.

They stood there together, one embracing the other, their words going unspoken, but not unheard. When Ptolemos spoke, his words were soft and earnest.

"Why did you come out here, Tuwa?" In response, she laid her head against his shoulder, using it as an excuse to glance past him. Pleased with what she saw, or rather, didn't, Tuwa then spoke the words of magic. A shimmering dome cascaded over and around them, encompassing them within its semi translucent walls.

"There," she said. "now we can't be overheard." She released him and stepped back, her eyes meeting his.

"Big things are happening, Ptolemos," Tuwa said, her voice unsteady with barely suppressed emotions. "Rumors circulating throughout the camps suggest that-"

"Rumors can't be trusted, you know that," Ptolemos interrupted. Tuwa shook her head and started again.

"These aren't your run of the mill rumors. I've spoken with several others and they've confirmed them." She licked her lips while casting her eyes over the desert sands. Ptolemos waited for her to continue, biting back the urge to interrupt her again.

"You've heard of what happened between Icthlarin and one of our own?"

"You mean Sliske?" Ptolemos asked. He'd heard it from someone who'd been there to witness it. Apparently the two had an altercation which resulted in Ichtlarin releasing the wights Sliske had claimed for himself. Tuwa nodded.

"Well," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "a little bird told me that this Sliske wasn't quite pleased with what happened. In fact, I've heard he's gone and joined with..." She paused here, drawing out the suspense.

"Zaros."

"You're joking." Judging by the expression on her face, Ptolemos knew she wasn't. He took a minute to mull over the revelation before asking "What have the others said about it?"

"Some are speaking out against him, with others saying good riddance..." Then her eyes took on a feverish gleam. Ptolemos knew that look and it made him uncomfortable. "There are some, however, that agree with his decision."

"Think about it, Ptolemos," she began, "how long has it been since we've fought an army greater than His?" She mistaked his silence for hesitancy and continued. "The Kharidian is free of any large-scale conflict because of us, and yet Icthlarin and his family are the ones worshiped. Meanwhile, Zaros' forces describe Him as a benelovent being who favors and rewards His faithful. If we just-"

"Enough, Tuwa," Ptolemos said, cutting her off with a gesture. "You speak of treason. Our Oath-"

"Oath!" Tuwa laughed. "Icthlarin sought to control us with that 'oath' of his. You of all people should know that we can't be controlled." Even though Ptolemos growled his displeasure, Tuwa persisted.

"Haven't you ever wanted to fight for something greater than yourself? All this war and bloodshed needs a purpose."

"And you think this Zaros can provide just that? A purpose?" Tuwa nodded sincerely.

"I do."

Ptolemos remained silent for a time, considering everything she'd said. He couldn't help but think her words held some truth to them. He also had no doubt that Sliske's betrayal would instigate a full-scale movement. But would Zaros be any better than Icthlarin? If His empire was anything to go by...

"I need time to consider this, Tuwa." Again, she nodded.

"It is not an easy choice, but I know it's the right one. And by all means, tell that brother of yours everything we've discussed. Perhaps he'll be more receptive than you." Grinning, Tuwa leaned forward and kissed Ptolemos on the cheek. As she did so, the dome around them fell apart and dispersed.

When they seperated, Tuwa looked into his eyes. For a moment, Ptolemos thought he saw something that hadn't been there before. She disappeared before he could fully register what it was, but the sensation he felt in turn was not unwelcome.

Second Age Schism

The transition from Icthlarin to Zaros came easily. Tuwa was successful in her endeavors to convince Ptolemos to leave the service of the demi-god and serve under a greater power. Whether he did because of her arguments or out of love for her, Ptolemos never did say outright. But whenever they were together, their eyes revealed their true feelings for one another.

Ptolemos didn't forget about his brother. In fact, Strabach followed them, and together the three carved out a new life for themselves under the Empty Lord's reign. The brothers became soldiers in Zaros' ever expanding army while Tuwa became one of His many bishops. For Ptolemos, when Zaros' empire reached its peak, it was one of the rare instances in his life when he felt content with what he had and where his place was in the world.

And then Zamorak got his hands on an elder weapon.

While Ptolemos was not actively engaged in the betrayal of the Empty Lord Zaros, he did notice the tell-tale signs of change. By then, however, it was too late. He fought against Zamorak's conspirators, but it proved futile. Zaros was seemingly destroyed by Zamorak who then declared himself a god.

Try as he might, Ptolemos was unable defend the dying empire. He fled the Holy City of Senntisten when given the command and was deliberating over whether to go underground when he received a cry for help. It was faint and fleeting, but it was enough.

Tuwa, he thought, his mind frantic with worry.

Ptolemos knew he had to return to the abandoned city; Tuwa had remained there to mind the relocation of His most holy artefacts, despite Ptolemos' pleas urging her to leave with him. "Stubborn woman," he recalled saying to her just before leaving. "the Empty Lord is gone. If you're not careful, your love for Him will be your undoing." As he cast the spell that would take him to Senntisten, Ptolemos couldn't help but hope he was wrong.

He materialized before the temple's imposing double doors whose gilded designs reflected the light of the dawn's approach. A quick search revealed the street he was on to be filled with looters of all types. While most ignored Ptolemos, a few looked him over, determining whether or not he was worth robbing. They were, however, dissuaded from taking that course of action when he sent one of their own through a building with a flick of his wrist.

After his brief display of power, Ptolemos turned his attention back to the temple. Tuwa was inside somewhere, he could feel that much, and she needed his help. A gust of conjured wind blew open the doors; Ptolemos strode in. Immediately he felt a wave of energy rush over, through, and against him.

Horrified, Ptolemos realized he was too late.

He hastened to the temple's main chamber, refusing to believe what he already knew. After blowing open another locked door, he froze; three ripper demons were clustered around something on the floor. The sight of them made his insides seize, and although he couldn't see what they were around, he knew what lay at their feet. Incapable of expressing his grief and outrage with words, Ptolemos responded by spearing the nearest demon with conjured bolts of lightning. As it fell, its body convulsing, the demon's comrades reacted.

Agile as they were, the two demons slipped past their fallen ally and had already closed half the distance between themselves and Ptolemos by the time the first demon's body started crumbling into ash. The demon closest to him raised its claws in anticipation—and slammed head-on into an invisible wall. It fell back a step, disorientated, while its partner evaded the barrier and sliced Ptolemos' outstretched arm, who'd failed to jerk it back in time. Snarling, he cradled his injured arm and used magic to transport himself to the exposed rafters above. The two demons gave chase, and by using their claws, were able to hoist themselves onto his level.

Ptolemos regarded the demons with undisguised hate. Although his arm bled freely, he didn't feel it nor care; the two demons had his full attention. Both were positioned on opposite sides of him, using their claws to balance themselves. He kept an eye on them both while trying not to lose his own footing. More than once he lost his balance, which resulted in him flailing his uninjured arm to regain it. Whenever that happened the demons would click their claws on the wooden beams like some improvised drum roll. This served only to enrage him further.

Ptolemos resolved to cast a spell that would vaporize them both, along with the entire roof and even himself...but as soon as the words passed his lips, he slipped. At that same instant, the ripper demons leapt. Unfortunately for them, their intended target was now below them, while their claws were still aimed forward. They tried to twist out of the way, but it was futile; both demons skewered by the others' claws.

As he fell, Ptolemos saw their deaths and laughed. He continued to laugh even as the floor came up to greet him.

The God Wars

Ptolemos was envious of Zamorak's ascension, but dared not fight against him; instead, he allied himself with Zamorak and His army. He willingly aided in the eradication of any and all things associated with the Empty God, and eagerly volunteered to participate in the Elder-Demon Thammaron's siege on Uzer. He was nearly slain in battle when Azzanadra, a vengeful Zarosian Mahjarrat, unleashed his fury upon the Zamorakian forces. Although grievously wounded, he managed to escape during the chaos that ensued.

Ptolemos spent the remainder of the God Wars in hibernation, his power drained from his encounter with Azzanadra at Uzer. Ultimately, it prevented him from attending the next ritual of rejuvenation.

Post-God Wars and Imprisonment

By the beginning of the Fourth Age, Ptolemos had still not yet fully recovered. His wavering strength kept him from attending the next ritual. He began to research other means of rejuvenating himself, and eventually came across a temple that held promising answers. Unfortunately, he did not get very far in his studies. His plight had not gone unnoticed and before long his enemies sought him out and subdued him. While unable to kill him, they did manage to imprison Ptolemos within the very same temple they found him at and cast it over the cliffside. The resulting avalanche buried it deep beneath the earth, hidden from the sights and sounds of the world above.

Ptolemos suffered greatly during his two millennia imprisonment. His perception of time was all but lost, and he often found himself reliving memories from his past. For several decades he believed himself in Freneskae, alone and abandoned by his kin; a whole century spent tormented by the wrathful Azzanadra. It was a nightmare he could not wake from, that he could not escape...until the Fifth Age. A party of adventurers stumbled upon the partially caved in entrance to the temple Ptolemos was bound to. Their naive plundering inadvertently freed him. Although delirious at first, he soon regained clarity and interrogated his rescuers. Afterwards, he felt obliged to requite them: a quick death felt appropriate and was promptly delivered.

Freed from his imprisonment at last, Ptolemos happily reintroduced himself to the world.



The Ritual of Rejuvenation (2012)

Ptolemos attended the upcoming ritual and was eager to receive the power he thought he deserved. After teleporting to the plateau and positioning himself next to Kemses, Ptolemos observed the rest of his kins' arrival. It was a formidable sight to behold: neutral, Zarosian, and Zamorakian Mahjarrat alike all formed a ring before the marker. A few of the Mahjarrat began the ritual by nominating others, and because no one volunteered, the politics dissolved into insults and bickering.

Then came a name: Baylon. One of the weaker of their kind, Baylon had few allies. A majority of the Mahjarrat were more than happy to sacrifice him, but that didn't satisfy everyone—especially Ptolemos. When a Mahjarrat named Kisbeth started attacking Baylon, Ptolemos stepped forward and tried to break them apart, arguing that the pitiful Baylon should be saved for the next ritual and that a stronger one should instead be chosen. His words were ignored by most and Baylon was brought before the marker. Ptolemos didn't like that nor did Baylon's allies. Baylon was successfully freed just in time, sparking a battle among the power hungry Mahjarrat. Many began crowding around the marker, hoping to receive more power than the rest, when a new sacrifice was chosen. The unfortunate Mahjarrat was sacrificed, her life essence used to revitalize her kin.

For the first time in over two millennia...Ptolemos was rejuvenated.

The Ancient Dragonkin Site

Long before the rejuvenation ritual happened, Ptolemos and Kemses were trying to track down the Stone of Jas. Familiar with the Stone's energy signature, the duo began their search. It took some time, but Kemses and his troops were successful in finding an energy signature. Unfortunately, angry dwarves were between them and the source. A stalemate ensued; neither the dwarves nor Kemses' men would back down.

The dwarves eventually grew impatient and sent a negotiator over. The dwarf, known by his men as Commander Berli Goronhad, explained their situation to the leader of Kemses' troops. An emerging mining company had ordered them to search the area after hearing from a reliable source that something valuable might be there. If they were to return empty-handed, they would be shamed and exiled. The leader of Kemses' troops agreed to give them a considerable amount of gold ore they recovered during their stay if, and only if, the dwarves left. The dwarves obliged and honored their end of the deal, but not before collapsing the tunnel behind them to ensure they wouldn't be followed.

Time flowed by, the ritual came and went, and the cavern was all but forgotten. That was until Rosaline, a devout chaos monk at the time, received a vision. It exposed her to Ptolemos and his plans. She became enamored with the Mahjarrat and decided to aid him. Rosaline used her vision as guidance and discovered the journal of Karir Zeknof in the Forinthry Ossuary. She read it and learned its contents.

Karir was a dwarf miner, and a survivor of a mysterious incident that occurred during a mining expedition beneath the Dwarven Realms in the Fourth Age. He recounted what exactly happened in his journal: the tunnel his party was in collapsed, revealing a large cavern with great statues of what could only be translated as tall, humanoid dragons. He also described an arch leading into a wall and some sort of mechanism in front of it. Before the party could investigate further, a dragon appeared and attacked them. Many of the miners were killed before they could escape and collapse the tunnels behind them. Those that survived described the event to their king who, acting in his people's best interest, sworn them to secrecy and collapsed the tunnels leading to the cavern.

Ptolemos was, by this time, captured by Arachnea. A worried Fykeric, the High Clerist of the order that Rosaline was a member of, returned to the Forinthry Ossuary. They worked together discovered that Ptolemos was indeed alive. An overjoyed Rosaline then turned on Fykeric and struck him down. She assumed the position of High Clerist, though in reality, Zamorak had abandoned her and left her unable to call upon His power. She immediately sent into motion Ptolemos' plan, while continuing to search for him. One of her self-appointed tasks was to retrieve bane ore, which she did after meeting with Kemses; a dozen cartloads of the precious metal were delivered to the Forinthry Ossuary.

It didn't come as a surprise to Rosaline when she learned of Ptolemos' escape. After all, he was a powerful Mahjarrat. She met and informed him of what transpired during his absence. Impressed, Ptolemos made her his pupil. The two began plotting; Ptolemos started to search for the ancient dragonkin site, while Rosaline set out to find the necessary components for the ritual her master was planning: wyvern hide, a phoenix quill, and dragon's blood.

Ptolemos met with Kemses after recalling the cavern they discovered long ago. They traveled there and searched the area, eventually finding an impassable collapsed tunnel. Ptolemos was determined to get through the debris and decided to bring some of his monks to help clear it, while Kemses volunteered his own troops to help. When Ptolemos returned to the Forinthry Ossuary to gather a few monks, he brought back with him the bane ore Rosaline acquired for him. When he wasn't digging, he spent a lot of his time experimenting with it, as well as experimenting on Arachnea's bracelet.

Following a few weeks of hard work, Ptolemos sent a message to Kemses and informed him he was close to clearing the tunnel. He also included that many of the monks and soldiers swore they heard strange noises, though he suspected it was their imagination. The message took a while to reach Kemses and by the time that it did, Ptolemos and his men had finished clearing the tunnel. Ptolemos eagerly ran ahead and was overjoyed when he saw what lay before him: the ancient dragonkin site. He recognized the arch and the mechanism as described in Karir's journal. Examining them revealed the arch was actually a deactivated portal and the mechanism its switch. Much to his chagrin, Ptolemos realized that he needed a power source to activate the portal. It was then that the dragon attacked.

In his haste, Ptolemos forgot to properly examine his surroundings. The site was in a state of disrepair; it was at least thirty feet long and twenty feet wide, and would've been even larger if the floor opposite of the deactivated portal hadn't collapsed in on itself, revealing a network of tunnels that stretched gods-know-how-long. It was within these tunnels where the dragon had resided for centuries, preying on the creatures stumbling through the dark. It immediately attacked Ptolemos with its firebreath and talons.

It was bad enough that the dragon had caught him off guard. What was even worse was the fact that he couldn't cast a spell. Try as he might, Ptolemos couldn't use any magic. Too late, he realized an anti-magic field surrounded the site, dispelling all enchantments and nullifying any type of magical spell. Ptolemos was weak once more, just as he had been for several centuries. He did the only thing he could do: flee.



He fled into the tunnels, hearing the screams of the monks and Kemses' troops as they were burned alive, torn apart, and feasted upon. His thoughts weren't about them; they were about his own safety and how he could beat the terrible beast.

There was a rumbling noise ahead of him. The dragon! It knew these tunnels better than he did.

Ptolemos turned on his heels and ran back to the site, his mind racing. He didn't recall picking up a hatchet, but realized it was there in his hand a few minutes later. Another roar alerted him to the dragon's presence up ahead. It was as if the beast was playing with him. Ptolemos cursed himself for being such a fool. He retreated down another tunnel and found himself standing before the beast itself.

Smoke curled from its flaring nostrils as flames licked its maw. The thing's beady orange eyes fixed on him, its intent clear. Ptolemos reacted instinctively and tried to cast a spell. To his amazement, a shaft of blazing white light soared from his hand and struck the dragon in its breast. It reeled, roaring in pain, and breathed fire towards him. A barrier of magical energy was enough to ward off the flames. Ptolemos grinned. He was in control now.

Within a couple of minutes, the dragon was mutilated and trapped beneath a combination of rock and magic. Ptolemos had defeated it, but suffered several injuries. As he made to leave the tunnel, Ptolemos remembered having pocketed a piece of bane ore before they cleared the tunnels. He pried a scale from the dragon with the hatchet and concentrated. It took a great deal of his power, but he cast another spell—tune bane ore, and it worked. He finally succeeded in casting the spell!

Ptolemos returned to mechanism's chamber and discovered Kemses and Thane already there. He was angry that they hadn't arrived sooner, but got over it. He told them a little about the site, how he learned of it, what he'd been through, and also about the anti-magic field. He directed them through the original tunnel where the bodies of the monks and soldiers lay. At the edge of the anti-magic field, he stopped and told the other two to go ahead. They passed through the field and awaited him.

Ptolemos began rolling up his right sleeve and explained to them about the bracelet he wore and how its enchantments wouldn't work within the field. Unfortunately, magic was out of the question, as well as prying it off as it had already disappeared into his skin. He asked Kemses to look in the cart behind him and toss him the bane ore it held. Kemses did as requested and threw it over. Ptolemos placed it outside the anti-magic field and lifted his right hand.

The hatchet in his left hand cleaved through his flesh, severing the bone and tissue with ease. He cried out and collapsed to his knees. The hatchet fell and landed next to his severed right hand. Ptolemos tucked the bleeding stump into his robes. Blood flowed from where it'd been cut cleanly through right above where the bracelet had been put on him. Kemses and Thane remained silent and unmoving until Ptolemos asked for help. He then ordered them to place him next to the bane ore and his right hand. They did so, and watched as he cast the spell to tune the bane ore to his blood, bone, and flesh. He was successful once more and presented his creation to the others before falling unconscious from sheer exhaustion.

Ptolemos had made Mahjarratbane.

The Assault on Kemses' Fortress

When he woke, Ptolemos was surprised to learn he was in Kemses' fortress. As it turned out, Kemses had brought Ptolemos back with him to recover. Ptolemos was worried, believing Kemses had taken the Mahjarratbane while he was unconscious. Fortunately for him, the precious metal was left alone. It lay on a pedestal next to his cot, along with his severed hand. He spent the rest of the week recuperating from the ordeal.

Little did he know that Azulra's creation, Pingsan, witnessed the act through scrying.

When Azulra was notified of what he did, she grew afraid. The creation of Mahjarratbane breached the terms of their alliance. She attacked the Forinthry Ossuary with her demons and slaughtered the few remaining chaos monks living there. During the assault, High Clerist Rosaline was wounded and taken prisoner by Azulra, but not before sending a message to Kemses. Azulra then met with Arachnea, whose interest was more on the bracelet still attached to his severed hand, and together they planned an attack on Kemses' fortress. Rosaline, at the behest of Azulra, was later sacrificed to revive Domino.

Ptolemos had received the High Clerist's message by this point. He told Kemses to prepare his men, believing Azulra was going to come after him. He was proven somewhat right when her demonic forces assaulted Kemses' fortress, although he was unaware of Arachnea's participation.

Shortly before the assault, while Ptolemos awaited Azulra and her forces, his severed hand was switched with Rosaline's own through the use of a magic spell. The two Mahjarrat spoke briefly before the demons charged.



Ptolemos was unimpressed when they failed to penetrate the barrier surrounding the fortress. Kemses' men retaliated by striking down a large number of Azulra's demons before the barrier was breached. Ptolemos then retreated deeper into the fortress while Kemses' men fought against the onrush of demons.

Azulra and Arachnea brought more reinforcements to aid in the battle, while Ptolemos summoned more of Kemses' men. Without Kemses there, however, his men were unable to defeat their attackers. Those that weren't killed then fled the fortress to regroup and recover after the devastating loss.

Demonic scouts were ordered to search the fortress. They found another barrier, one they couldn't pass. It led to Ptolemos' room. From within, he spoke. His words were directed towards Azulra, trying to goad her into joining him. Azulra was unwilling, mostly because of the Mahjarratbane. Ptolemos assured her that Kemses held it. They shared more heated words before she relented. Azulra, along with an invisible Arachnea and a hellhound pup, teleported into Ptolemos' room.

As soon as they materialized, Ptolemos activated his trap: two glyphs of entanglement, inscribed onto the floor below the entrance and above it on the ceiling, caught and bound them. The glyphs' spell would last thirty seconds. He only needed ten.

Reaching behind him, Ptolemos pulled a sheet off the pedestal, revealing a glowing glass globe. The magical energy he had stored within it was fluctuating at a dangerous rate. With the Mahjarratbane visibly attached to his belt, Ptolemos prepared a teleportation spell and told them it would soon explode. Azulra, still bound, prepared a magical shield to protect her from the energies, while Arachnea had others plans.

As Ptolemos started to teleport off, Arachnea cast a spell to attach the globe to him. With a look of surprise and fear, Ptolemos vanished, the globe teleporting with him. A few seconds passed. The glyphs lost their power and the barrier outside the room dissipated.

Ptolemos' aura winked out.

The Bane of Zamorak

Ptolemos, after teleporting into the dry air of the cavern, knew he had only seconds before the magical explosive device attached to him went off. With a twinge of frustration, he also realized that trying to deactivate it would be a waste of said precious time. He had made the damn thing, and deactivating it was not part of the manual! Luckily, he didn't need to.

With trembling hands and a racing mind, Ptolemos crossed the threshold of the anti-magic field. The magic that kept the device attached to him immediately dissipated, while the device itself fell to the floor with a clatter where, upon impact, it exploded. A torrent of magical energy was released, buffeting the cavern. Ptolemos, shielded from the harmful explosion, couldn't help but sob in relief. Even from his position within the anti-magic field, the intense heat released from the explosion was nigh unbearable.

Ptolemos had underestimated Azulra and it nearly cost him his life. But he was still alive, and he was angry. Angry at Azulra, at the gods... at himself. He'd let himself get caught like a mouse in a trap. Vowing to never make that mistake again, Ptolemos strode further into the ancient dragonkin site. He decided to study the portal and the mechanism despite the fact that he couldn't use his magical spells. Figuring out the power source for the mechanism became his top priority.

Some time later, a party of dwarves found Ptolemos. They'd come to investigate what the source of the explosion was. Ptolemos, promising vast riches, easily persuaded them to assist him. While never leaving the anti-magic field, he prepared a letter and sent one of the scouts from the party off to deliver it to Kemses. The message was written in their native tongue to ensure the privacy of its contents. The remaining dwarves stayed with him to provide sustenance.

The dwarf eventually reached Kemses and gave him the letter. In it Ptolemos revealed how he was trying to deceive the others to buy himself some time to finish his project. He asked Kemses to collect wyvern hide and a phoenix quill, the last of the components he required for his ritual. He then went on to state that this was the last time he'd ask Kemses for anything and that they should consider each other even afterwards. In the letter's postscript, Ptolemos told his ally to kill the dwarf, so he did.

In the days following the letter's departure, Ptolemos' aura began to bleed through the anti-magic field. It would only be a matter of time before the other Mahjarrat would be able to sense him again. Ptolemos, too wrapped up in his own project, couldn't even begin to imagine what would come next.

Even inside the field he could sense something happened. Ptolemos stirred from his deep meditation and rose to his feet. The very earth around him seemed to sing, at least to Ptolemos. The dwarves didn't know what to make of it, describing it as an ill omen. Ptolemos wasn't quite sure either, but it was unlikely to be beneficial to his plans.

To make matters worse, the anti-magic field now had no effect on his aura. The others could feel him now and would realize he was still alive, if they had even been deceived in the first place. He could remain here and try to hide, although someone would come eventually for him. He needed to make the first move and fast. As he mulled the matter over, one of the dwarves approached him and informed him of movement outside the boundaries of the field. Ptolemos felt a chill go down his spine. Have they come already? He wasted no time. Leaving the field, Ptolemos went to investigate. What he found surprised him.

It was one of the monks from the Forinthry Ossuary. Lerok, Ptolemos recalled. Seeing the monk brought back memories of what High Clerist Rosaline told him long ago. Lerok was one of the few monks that went with her to Aspera Tower. She'd said he was killed, along with the others, by Leila Kala Aren, aka Arachnea. Yet Lerok was definitely not dead nor undead. He was alive and looked absolutely terrified. Ptolemos demanded answers and Lerok was more than willing to provide them.

Lerok, along with another monk, Davin, had survived their encounter with Leila after signing some kind of contract she produced. They fled from the tower and eventually separated. Davin settled in Draynor Village, while Lerok chose Lumbridge. They both agreed to abandon their faith and try to lead normal lives as best they could. They didn't realize Arachnea had other plans for them.

The contract she had them sign gave her their undying servitude. Returning home one evening, Lerok found a letter waiting for him. He was meant to deliver it to the Emissary. He found himself unable to disobey and did as he was told. Whether it was luck or a miracle, Lerok found him. Ptolemos immediately asked for the letter, which Lerok happily gave him, and read it. It was an invitation to a meeting Arachnea was holding. It also promised that both Lerok and Davin were in no way bound to Arachnea.

Ptolemos wasn't thrilled with the idea of going to a meeting, especially one held by Arachnea. He decided to go anyway, against his better judgment. It was better than waiting for them to come to him and he'd at least receive answers. But before he left, Ptolemos needed to wrap up some unfinished business.

Lerok was the first to die, struck down by Ptolemos' magic. It had to be done, Ptolemos reasoned. He was a liability and no amount of written promises would convince him otherwise. The dwarves were second to fall. Afterwards, Ptolemos teleported to Draynor Village and killed Davin as he slept. Another liability now gone. Ptolemos was pleased. It had been awhile since he last felt magic flow through him. Now he was ready to go to the meeting.

Ptolemos wasn't the first to arrive. He could feel at least two others there, not counting Arachnea. Another was approaching. Kisbeth. He could tell from the way she blasted her aura carelessly. Once inside, he and the others all sat around the table Arachnea was sitting at. There were five of them in total. Introductions were held; Mirrah was a new face, as was the half-Mahjarrat Ellie. The reason they were summoned was revealed by Kisbeth: Guthix was dead, his edicts broken.

Ptolemos' heart skipped a beat. The edicts were broken? He tried to appear indifferent, but he knew his eyes betrayed him. He was afraid. Nothing was preventing the gods from returning. They were coming, and Ptolemos was sure none of them wasn't going to like what he had been planning. The rest of the meeting was about voicing allegiances and the Mahjarrat Azulra. Ptolemos told the others he wasn't planning on being part of the wars to come. Another Mahjarrat, Xolotl, joined them. It was time to leave, Ptolemos decided. Azulra was undoubtedly looking for him.

After leaving the meeting, Ptolemos contacted Kemses. His ally informed him of where he could find the last two components he required for his ritual: a phoenix quill was in the possession of a Fremennik tribe, while wyvern hide was held by the Chosen Battalion, a group of Bandosian-worshipers Ptolemos had met once before. He knew what to expect from the brutish louts. First, he paid a visit to the Fremennik tribe. After that, he launched an attacked against the Battalion. Things didn't go as planned at first—it seemed like they never did, but he was successful in the end. Now all that remained was the power source.

Ptolemos, having spent days studying the mechanism, knew what to look for. He cast a strong divination spell and discovered it was being held in the Varrock Museum. He wasted no time. Breaking into the museum and stealing the device was as simple as taking candy from a baby. Ptolemos now had all he needed to activate and perform his ritual.

As he was setting up magical wards and defenses around the ancient dragonkin site, Ptolemos was contacted by Azulra. She asked him to meet her and Thane at the ritual site. Ptolemos demanded that Thane ask him instead to make sure she wasn't trying to trick him. After Thane did as requested, Ptolemos decided to humor her. Of course, not everything was as it appeared...

They met in an abandoned citadel far above Gielinor's surface. True to his word, Thane was there, as was Evgeni. Azulra greeted Ptolemos in the keep by activating a tele-block around the entire structure, followed by a barrier to prevent any interruptions. The trap was sprung. Azulra talked while the other two attacked.

Evgeni's energy attack bore a hole clean through Ptolemos' abdomen, while Thane's spell successfully stunned him before he could react. Evgeni came close to performing a killing blow, but Azulra commanded him to stop and released a fire spell that struck Ptolemos head on. He fell forward, burnt and terribly wounded. Azulra instructed them to remove the Mahjarratbane from him, which Thane did. She then asked for it, but Thane and Evgeni refused. Both believed the weapon too powerful to exist—it had to be destroyed.

An enraged Azulra lashed out at the two. Her demons swarmed the citadel and began to attack them. Amidst the chaos, Evgeni acquired the dagger. It started to glow white hot in his hand, its temperature raising exponentially. He quickly destroyed it with his magic. Azulra called off her demons, frustrated with the two's actions. That's when Ptolemos' body began to move.

The skin, it seemed, began to squirm beneath the robes. Red ants soon erupted from them. They left in a hurry, leaving the magically constructed false Ptolemos to dissolve away. Ptolemos' voice then spoke to them. He told them the dagger they destroyed was a mere copy before revealing a smidget of his plan: to utilize the power of the dragonkin and cast himself back through the currents of Time where, with the assistance of the Mahjarratbane dagger, he would murder Zamorak and assume his role in history.

With the knowledge of the future and the elder weapons taken from Zamorak, Ptolemos then planned to challenge the Empty Lord and become a god.

Gotta Get Back in Time

The ancient dragonkin site stirred to life once Ptolemos placed the ancient effigy into the mechanism. The anti-magic field surrounding the site immediately fell away, dispelled; the earth groaned beneath his feet as if waking from a long slumber; the arch leading into the wall started to glow and emit a pleasant humming sound. In that moment, Ptolemos knew what it felt to be happy. He reveled in his success and the excitement in the air before reluctantly facing reality.

The ritual required his full attention and a considerable amount of his power. Any interruption could cost him everything. Ptolemos needed to prepare. He began by weaving a number of powerful wards around the cavern, and then set up a number of deadly magical traps. Even then he was unsatisfied. He decided a force of his own was necessary and knew just the person that could lead it.

After creating his forces, Ptolemos grew aware that Azulra had died. He sought out Arachnea, Evgeni, and Xolotl telepathically and asked them if it was true. They confirmed it. Ptolemos had mixed feelings. Although he saw it as a waste, he couldn't help but feel relieved knowing it meant one less nuisance in the world. He retreated from them and back to the matter at hand.

While resting, Ptolemos sensed a disturbance on an outer plane. He went to investigate and found Yokrad and Drok, two members of the Chosen Battalion, had somehow been transported to Yu'biusk. Ptolemos took the form of an ourg spirit, and figuring he could use this to his advantage, bade them welcome. He wasn't aware that Yokrad wore the reconstructed pendant of Bandos. It forced him to reveal his true form to the two, who recognized him from their encounter not too long ago. Drok started to attack, but was scolded by Yokrad.

Ptolemos came clean with them about his purpose and told them he wanted to purchase a few goblins. They bargained until Yokrad seemingly agreed on a price. Ptolemos told them he'd bring them their gold and tried to teleport, but found himself unable to. Yokrad suggested he take the portal they came from. As Ptolemos approached the portal, it exploded.

The force knocked him off his feet and hurled him through the air. It was a trick! Yokrad had been ordered by the pendant to kill him. Drok prepared a spell, while Yokrad was taken over by the pendant. Ptolemos got to his feet, preparing his own spell. They fought for awhile, neither side gaining a foothold until it neared its end.

After several attempts, Ptolemos managed to remove the pendant from Yokrad; however, he failed to prevent Drok from putting it on. Through their combined efforts, Ptolemos was defeated and swallowed by the goop on the devastated plane. The two Bandosians left through a portal spawned from the power of the pendant. Once they were gone, Ptolemos crawled out of the goop, his pride equally wounded as his body. He retreated to the ancient dragonkin site to lick his wounds.

A Matter of Family

The following text is taken directly from Ptolemos' notes, copied verbatim:

19 Bennath, Year 1 of the Sixth Age.

My uncle visited today. I was alerted to his presence when he had one of his creatures pass through my nexus. I deactivated my traps so that he could pass through unhindered. I was being courteous at the time, but knowing what I know now I would've kept them up for him to discover himself. A part of me hoped we could work something out, something that could benefit us both. That wasn't the case.

He continued down the tunnel and found the dead dragon, which he took. I don't mind since I have no further need of it. I already drained it of its blood. After that, he went back to following the tunnel. I laughed when he tried to locate me. Of course, his attempt failed because of a clever system I devised myself. Utilizing a simple windup music box of dwarven make, I warped the noise it produced with my magic to "drown out" any sort of divining act, as well as other things.

He teleported directly to the music box and wasn't very happy with what he saw. I thought it was hilarious. We started to talk, mostly about family matters. I wonder if he took what I said about my mother to heart. It's been so long ago and yet I remember it as if it were yesterday...but the past is the past. I've accepted what happened and so must he.

As we neared the end of our conversation, he made me an offer: I join his family, and with them, start a war among the Mahjarrat. I declined. After all, I'll have my own war to fight soon enough. He didn't take it very well and asked about my plans. I told him and he figured I might resurrect the late Azulra. The very idea...it's preposterous! I gave him an ultimatum, as I gave the others: try to intervene and I'll be forced to kill him.

He said he couldn't allow me to go through with it and attacked. As if I hadn't expected him to turn on me. I evaded his trap and summoned Death Knight Rosaline and her skeletal warriors. He withdrew into the Shadow Realm and summoned more of his shadow creatures. While she ordered her men to attack, Rosaline stayed behind to protect me. Even in death, she serves me wholly. It's rare to find such devotion among humans, less so the undead.

I'll admit it was rather challenging to fight back while he was hiding in the shadows. I'll need to find a way around that in case he ever tries again. While our forces fought, he kept launching several shadow spells at me before trying to stab me in the back. Fortunately, Rosaline heard him above the noise of battle and threw herself in front of the attack. Her wound wasn't terrible, but it prevented her from participating in the remainder of the battle. I'll be sure to mend it later.

Oh, I shouldn't forget how he tried to trick me with shadow illusions of Arachnea, Evgeni, and Azulra. They didn't work as well as he thought they would. Arachnea and Evgeni wouldn't have stood around, hurling insults at me. No, they'd have tried to kill me straight away. I don't even need to explain why the latter one failed. At this point, I grew irritated. I had the skeletal warriors withdraw close to me and erected a magical shield around us. I then woke the slumbering stone golem I created specifically to guard against other Mahjarrat.

I must confess that I hadn't planned on awakening it so soon, if ever. It's a last resort because of the simple fact that it's made to attack Mahjarrat indiscriminately—including myself.

My uncle must've gotten tired of trying to kill me because he left soon after my construct emerged. Perhaps it scared him? Either way, I guess he thought he could destroy me and the ruins by having his creatures explode. They did little harm, apart from injuring some of the skeletal warriors and disabling the golem.

I ought to go reinforce my magical defenses now. Not that I doubt my own power, of course.

His Purpose Revealed

Ptolemos was manipulating the portal's energies when he heard someone calling for him. The voice was familiar. Arachnea. She was in the ruins, probably in one of the outlying tunnels. Ptolemos answered her call, using magic to extend the reach of his voice. He greeted her and wondered why she had come. They exchanged metaphorical words before Ptolemos invited her further, if she dared. She was unafraid and proceeded.

Arachnea walked through the tunnels unhindered as Ptolemos' defenses were deactivated. She passed through the nexus and eventually found the area where the dead dragon had been stored. She investigated the blood-filled vials, and after realizing what it was, took one for herself before continuing onward. Arachnea then discovered a small windup music box, similar to the one Yoral found before. She examined it before leaving her mark on it.

Up ahead was Ptolemos, his attention fixed on the portal. Death Knight Rosaline was beside him, her fiery gaze upon Arachnea. A shimmering magical barrier separated them, as well as a line of skeletal warriors. Ptolemos welcomed her and asked why she had come. This sparked a conversation that would last for some time.

Arachnea wanted to know what he was planning, saying the others had differing opinions on it. Ptolemos was eager to explain himself. He told her his stance on Zaros and Zamorak and why they didn't deserve to be worshiped. He claimed their kin was too blinded by their faith to realize how they were being used by the gods, how Zaros and Zamorak were acting selfishly and not for the benefit of the Mahjarrat. She asked how he meant to rectify this. Ptolemos responded by gesturing at the portal behind him.

Ptolemos explained his plan to use the powerful relic of the dragonkin to cast himself back in time to the point where Zamorak was still a mortal. Once there, he'd strike him down with the Mahjarratbane and assume his form. With the assistance of the elder weapons, he'd go on to become a god by defeating Zaros and absorbing His power. All of this had been said before, but only now did Ptolemos reveal his true purpose: the unchaining of the Mahjarrat.

It was necessary for him to become a god. The only way he could rid Gielinor of the other gods was to become one, Ptolemos reasoned. History would be changed. The manipulative gods would be gone and the Mahjarrat would be left unchallenged to rule over the realm, as was their right.

Arachnea was skeptical. She doubted he could go through with it. Ptolemos, on the other hand, believed he was the only one capable. The others, he reiterated, had too much faith in their gods. He then reaffirmed her that he would do what needed to be done to make sure he succeeds; a subtle threat, should she try to stop him.

Arachnea was not like his uncle, however, and told him she was going to watch how it played out. Ptolemos thanked her, relieved he wouldn't have to fight again. After finishing their discussion, Arachnea teleported out of the ruins, taking the windup music box with her. Death Knight Rosaline insisted that he should've killed her while she was there. Ptolemos dismissed her comment and went back to work.

An End and a Beginning

The following text is the last words' of Fykeric Bliem, a follower of Zamorak, as he describes his last encounter with Ptolemos, as recorded by Emre Issan, a scribe of Al Kharid:

12 Raktuber, Year 1 of the Sixth Age.

It was time. I could feel it in my bones, as if my lord was speaking to me. The others had come and waited while I prepared the ritual that would take us to his lair. I drew my blood, inscribed the circle, and spoke the incantation. In a flash of light, we were there.

The act left me mentally and physically drained. I prayed to my lord for strength. The others, they were eager to finish this. Yoral hid himself in the shadows using some ancient magic; Domino was armed and ready, a look of hunger on her face; Arachnea was as calm as ever, reminding me of the calm before a storm. I felt myself growing stronger just standing among them.

Looking around, I saw a ghastly sight: vials filled with blood littered the tunnel. I was sickened. Apparently he had kept a dragon there and drained it of its blood. For what purpose, I don't know. We wasted no time and started forward. I walked ahead and led them past the magical defenses and traps woven in the tunnels.

By this point I began to grow uneasy. A strange buzzing noise filled the air, echoing from somewhere down the tunnels. We soon came upon an intersection of tunnels, and it was there I felt it.

A great wave of energy washed over us. I knew what it meant, knew we had little time left, if any, to stop him. I rushed forward like a fool, not caring whether I lived or died. He had to be stopped!

I found the chamber, found him there. Ptolemos. He was near the portal. I started forward again, but was stopped by Rosaline. Even then, after all that happened, I pitied her. She was once one of the most devout of our order, but abandoned our lord to follow Ptolemos. I tried to talk to her, to guide her back to my lord. She didn't listen. I wasn't aware of the blade in her hand until it pierced my stomach. She then kicked me away, leaving me to die.

There was another wave of energy. I was fading fast and could barely breathe. I realized the others were there in the chamber once Ptolemos started to speak. I dragged myself away, knowing there was nothing I could do. I waited for death to take me. It never came. I now realize that my lord was watching over me, keeping me alive to witness what happened next.

Arachnea, Yoral, and Domino emerged from the shadows. Across from them were Rosaline and Ptolemos, standing close to the portal. They were protected by some magical barrier. Ptolemos' undead were ready to defend him should the need arise, which it did.

Demons and shadow creatures summoned by one of the three clashed with the undead. Steel met with claws, shadows with light. And that was only the beginning. A monstrous creature emerged from part of the ruins. A golem, I think. It went after Yoral and Arachnea. The latter met it with her blades, although I don't think she met with much success. Physical and magical blows appeared to do nothing to it. It continued to hound them both despite their attempts.

I couldn't tell when the tide of battle changed. I think I blacked out. When I awoke, the next thing I saw were the demons and undead being blasted apart. The golem was still fighting, but Arachnea did something to it. The glyphs over its body were deteriorating. Through their combined efforts, the pair sent the construct towards Ptolemos' barrier. I heard Rosaline cry out.

Ptolemos, unaware of his creation, was immediately swept off his feet as it barreled through the barrier, destroying it. Both he and it disappeared through the portal. Something then happened. I'm not sure what, but either the portal wasn't ready to be used or the golem disrupted it somehow. I saw its foundation crack, and to my horror, witnessed as Ptolemos was warped by its unstable energy. His body was torn apart, ripped in half, and shredded into pieces simultaneously; his bones twisted, cracked, and splintered. His mouth opened in a scream, but only blood came out. I couldn't look away.

Something started to ooze from him, some sort of red energy. It started to well outward, but was caught by a vortex forming in the portal and was sucked in. Both Ptolemos and the golem disappeared within it as well.

There was a bright flash of light, followed by an explosion the likes of which I've never felt before. The heat burned my skin, seared my throat. I felt the cavern we were in begin to collapse. I thought I was going to die there, but it was not so. My lord saved me, I'm sure of it. He could not, however, heal me of my wound. It started to bleed once more, but at least I was home.

The task my lord laid out before me is finally complete. I know I'm dying, but I'm not afraid. My only regret is that I failed to spare my brothers and sisters their fate...

''Fykeric Bliem passed away a few hours later. As requested, his body was cremated and buried at sea.''

But It Was Not So

Pain. All he knew was pain. Excruciating, unimaginable pain. The world he now stood in was lost on him, as were his memories. His mind begged for an end to to it all, screamed for what could be its only salvation: death. He felt rather than saw everything go dark...and then he opened his eyes.

After his laughing fit, which had early split his sides, Ptolemos carefully studied his surroundings. Yes, he had made no mistake as to where he was. But there was something wrong, something different about it. Realization then struck him like lightning. It wasn't Freneskae that was wrong...it was him. He could scarcely believe it. I have to be sure, he told himself, and that meant he needed to travel.

The journey was uneventful. Ptolemos encountered no living thing nor did he come across any existing settlement or indication of one. The world was, as far as he knew, empty. This only strengthened his resolve. As he neared his destination, Ptolemos began recounting his tribe's folklore to himself. Everything he knew about the Sundered Sea, about its creation, he went over in his head. He lost track of time as he scaled a mountain that separated him and his home. Upon reaching the summit, Ptolemos froze.

Before him was a sea, stretching as far as the horizon.

I am in the past. Those were the first words that swept through his mind. The portal had worked! It had sent him back in time, but not where nor when he first intended it to deliver him. The golem, Ptolemos concluded. It must've disrupted the portal's magic. But why here of all places? He brushed the question aside as he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Pursuing his plot to rid Gielinor of the gods was all but ruined. Without the Mahjarratbane dagger, any attack against Zamorak would fail. He decided that he would return to the future. But how? Ptolemos wasn't sure. I'll find a way, he vowed silently, and then added onto it with a mirthless smile. I have all the time in the world, after all.

Ptolemos lost track of time as he toiled away on past Freneskae. He was trying to replicate a portal that would take him back to his time. He traveled far and wide to locate the materials he required to complete it. When he felt tired, he took brief slumbers to renew his strength. After locating all that he needed, Ptolemos transported them and himself back to the sea. Although it was not yet his home, Ptolemos felt comfortable there. He began crafting the portal's framework immediately.

Between hibernating and working, Ptolemos reflected on the incident that had brought him here. He was angry and vengeful when he first arrived, but as time passed he realized that those emotions would only consume him, and in the end, destroy him. Instead he poured his wrath into his project, using it as a source of strength. His wrath faded with time, which left him feeling more stronger than ever—physically, mentally, and emotionally. He progressed far before hitting a snag.

The portal's framework was complete. However, when Ptolemos tried to create the portal itself his magic failed. He didn't know what the problem was, and spent a long time trying to unravel the mystery. Then, after waking from one of his deep sleeps, it struck him. Something in the timeline was preventing the spell from working. He had to find out whatever it was, and so attempted to cast his mind forward to see. His first attempts failed up until he found an anchor point: his abyssal ants.

Perhaps it was due to the unique circumstances of their realm from which the ants originated from. Ptolemos didn't give it much thought. He was far too busy uncovering the issue with the timeline, which he eventually did. Without interference on his part, events weren't leading up to him being sent back through time. He was then forced to expend a great deal of his power to deliver visions to Fykeric Bliem and Rosaline Haines, as well as directing his ants to guide the latter. This would lead up to the necessary events that'd spark the future portal's usage.

As his consciousness returned to the past, Ptolemos was exhausted. He knew the portal would work now. The events in the timeline would come about as they did for him, and so he slept one last time.

When he woke, Ptolemos was surprised at how calm he felt. It seemed like a lifetime ago when he first opened his eyes and found himself in the past, and now he was about to return to his time proper. He cast the spell and spoke the words, and the portal came into being before him. He stepped forward...and stopped.

Something was wrong with the portal. It was fluctuating wildly. Too late did Ptolemos realize his mistake. He had misspoken a word and now the portal was out of control. Acting as fast as he could, Ptolemos tried to correct the magic. He was successful in binding it—for now, but at the same time it taxed all his strength. I was so close, he scolded himself. Now he had only minutes before the portal collapsed.

It was now or never. If Ptolemos didn't go, he faced another lifetime of rebuilding everything. But surely the others would notice his return, and with him as weak as he was...unless he somehow hid himself. A moment from his past came to mind. Yes, Ptolemos concluded, that will work. It has to. It was, after all, a lesson he learned from the great Arachnea herself.

He was ready now. The magic was starting to build up and was already straining the binds he'd put on it. While closing the distance between himself and the portal, Ptolemos prepared his body and mind for what he was about to do. He was only one step away now. The next would whisk him away from this place. Ptolemos closed his eyes and took the step.

Ptolemos' binds on the portal fell apart as soon as he disappeared. The energy released from its collapse was of such magnitude that it warped the land and sundered the sea.

Choice of the Mahjarrat Ptolemos called to his kin, and they answered it. There were at least fifteen Mahjarrat in attendance, more or less. They were curious as to why he had summoned them all to the North since the rejuvenation ritual had yet to occur. Ptolemos gave them their answer in the form of a speech.

He told them the Mahjarrat were going extinct as they fought and killed each other because of their faith. The gods, he continued, cared nothing for them. Instead, they only saw the world as their sandbox and would destroy anything and everything to become its king. However, there was a way out. But it would require effort and determination on their part.

The Mahjarrat must fight in this war, but not for any god. They needed to fight for themselves and their race, and fight alongside the Godless. No more would the gods rule over them, using them like tools or slaves. And once they were removed, the Mahjarrat would rule over Gielinor as was their right!

But not all of the attendees were for this idea. Many rejected it outright, while others pointed out its flaws. Some left immediately. Those that stayed witnessed his powerful spell.

Casting it upon his severed right hand, Ptolemos created a new constellation in the sky for all the beings on Gielinor to see: the hand of a Mahjarrat, open in defiance. For one night only it would remain. But that would be long enough for all to see it.

Those that had lingered thus far also saw a rare sight indeed. One of the females went into labor and shortly afterwards gave birth to a child. Could this be a sign, perhaps, or was it merely coincidence? Unforeseen Consequences Ptolemos and his army were waiting in the North, eager for the moment when they would burst from their fortress, like maggots out of a carcass. The monstrous Mahjarrat force would be a blight upon those that thought Gielinor easy pickings, or so Ptolemos fancied. When word reached him of the appearance of two gods near Lumbridge, Ptolemos awaited the words of his allies to confirm it was so, electing to stay behind himself to prepare the army should the rumors be true. What he failed to realize, however, was that an even greater danger had finally tracked him down and was just then approaching his doorstep...

Lashual had finally found him. The trace was potent now; it flared with the strength of the sun despite being beneath the immense weight of snow and stone. He didn't hesitate. The memory of the itch was still strong...

Ptolemos knew something was wrong. From inside his office he heard the shouts of those throughout the fortress. Although unable to make out their words, he could tell by the tone of their voices and the general commotion outside that they were under attack. How someone even knew they were here, he didn't know, nor did he know what they could gain by attacking a fortress filled with rejuvenated Mahjarrat. Either they were stupid or...no. Ptolemos didn't want to think about what the alternative might be. He crossed the room and pressed his hand against the door...

Lashual followed the trace as best he could, but the fortress was a mess of corridors and dead ends. His frustration grew with each step. He was going to find him, and when he did, he was going to tear him apart.

No sooner did Ptolemos open the door than was he swallowed by a cloud of yellow smoke. It stung his eyes, choked him. He recoiled in pain. He didn't know what to make of this, and judging by the retching and coughing he heard, the other Mahjarrat were in the same state as him. Ptolemos groped for a wall to support himself and strained his ears. There was something else down here with them...something big.

He heard a loud crash ahead of him, as though something had slammed into a wall. Voices rose in alarm, but were quickly cut short. Ptolemos tried to reach out to his brothers and sisters, but none answered his call. Desperate, he sought a telepathic link with someone, anyone. His attempts met no success. Whenever he tried, the yellow smoke assailed him; it numbed his mind, drained his strength. Ptolemos grew uneasy. Whatever was attacking knew to disrupt their senses. He soon abandoned his efforts to communicate with his kin and waited...

Lashual met resistance while negotiating the fortress' winding corridors. They were, however, easily quashed, due in no small part to his spell. His "yellow smoke" incapacitated most, allowing Lashual to finish them off with ease. Those that somehow mitigated its effects put up a fight, but ultimately fell like the others. As he hurled a broken corpse away, Lashual felt a tremor of exultation course through his body.

Ahead of him, enveloped by the trace, was the one he'd been seeking.

Ptolemos fell back a step in shock. He could see the silhouette of their attacker through the smoke at the opposite end of the corridor. In dreaded realization, Ptolemos knew it could see him, too.

Lashual watched the Mahjarrat as it fled back into its room. Let it try to escape, he thought to himself. There's nowhere he can go where I won't find him.

Ptolemos shut and locked the door behind him. Not that it would do any good, he figured. But at least it kept out some of the smoke, which might just save his life. He could already feel some of his strength returning. It was still too dense to allow teleportation, however, which meant he needed to improvise. Summoning what strength he had, Ptolemos weaved a magical ward, surrounding his office from the outside. Afterwards he retreated to the wall opposite the door, and with his back against it, reached into his robes...

After circumventing the ward, Lashual confronted the Mahjarrat known as Ptolemos. No words were exchanged for both were too busy studying the other, gauging their strength and predicting what their first move might be. Lashual noted that the Mahjarrat held something in his hand, and was amused to learn it was nothing more than a piece of metal. Then...Ptolemos struck.

It was over in the blink of an eye. Ptolemos lunged forward with the Mahjarratbane, his aim true. But his enemy proved to be faster. It seized him by the throat. With a swift jerk, Ptolemos' world was plunged into blackness.

Lashual let Ptolemos fall to the floor and watched as the trace gradually dimmed until it disappeared altogether. Satisfied, he then plucked from his forearm the piece of metal that served as the Mahjarrat's weapon. Before his inevitable demise, Ptolemos had managed to thrust it beneath one of his scales. Lashual gave it a cursory glance before discarding it.

With his objective complete, Lashual allowed himself to revel in his newfound freedom. He unfolded his wings and stretched them out to their full length. The itch he was so familiar with was now dead alongside the Mahjarrat, and so too was his memory of it. He was free to do as he pleased.

While flexing his stiff muscles, Lashual's eyes fell upon Ptolemos' corpse. His upper lip curled back, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Free to do as he pleased...

As he soared through the skies above the fortress, Lashual couldn't help but think over what his freedom meant for the world below. <p style="font-size:16px">Thrice Dead, Not Beaten Far out in the Southern Sea, also known by some as the Unquiet Ocean, a lone flying citadel hovered idly over churning waters. One could tell from its dilapidated appearance that the floating land mass hadn't seen much activity in years. In fact, it'd long been abandoned by its original occupants. And yet, on this clear day, a thin trail of smoke could be seen stretching into the cloudless blue sky above; an obvious sign of inhabitance. So did the Mahjarrat find Rosaline.

Marethyu, Scorpiana, Evgeni, Strabach, and Jarenthar; all of them had travelled to this lonely speck of land in an endless sea of blue to find her after Marethyu's wight had learned of her location. Upon reaching the flying citadel, the five searched its grounds to find Rosaline. It proved rather easy. A smoldering campfire, the source of the smoke, was situated near a tent, and not far from it was a sleeping griffin.

The campsite was nestled close to the edge of a enormous open hole in the citadel's foundation, which offered a pleasant view of the startingly blue and active sea below. The appearance of the Mahjarrat stirred the griffin from its slumber. It gave a halfhearted screech before returning to its nap. It alerted its rider who emerged from her tent, a grumpy expression present on her haggard face. Rosaline addressed the group without any enthusiam, wondering aloud what their purpose for being there was.

Marethyu related Ptolemos' death to her, using the broken fragments of the Mahjarratbane as proof. Rosaline was unfazed by the news, having learned of his death through other means. They asked how his demise came about, and so she told them his killer was none other than a dragonkin using a powerful spell it created itself. Terming it "yellow smoke," Rosaline explained how it specifically targeted the innate abilities of Mahjarrat and made any type of magic very difficult to cast.

When Scorpiana expressed her curiousity by asking how Rosaline knew so much, the latter dismissed it, saying she knew many things, and then started to divulge a number of unknown facts about the dragonkin in question.

Lashual as it was known, had, in a manner of speaking, met Ptolemos before. The ancient dragonkin site used in Ptolemos' grand scheme was actually own Lashual's creation, and he slumbered far beneath it. When its portal was activated, and ultimately destroyed, the resulting energy release woke the beast. It came after him for reasons unspecified and slew him before leaving for aparts unknown. When asked where it went, Rosaline gestured towards the hole beside her.

She told them she'd been tracking it over the last few days, and with a slip of the tongue, also mentioned someone else had helped her find it. Dismissing the second person as the griffin, Rosaline then told them how she thought it was headed for the citadel, but that it changed course and dived beneath the water. Before she could continue, Scorpiana insisted once more that she tell them how she knew all of this. Rosaline told her that she knew because she was meant to, and while saying so, her hand unconsciously went to a spot near her neck. Continuing her tale, Rosaline related how she'd been watching for days now for any sign of activity, but all had been silent.

Scorpiana then made a snide remake, to which Rosaline seemed about to react to when she suddenly stopped and tilted her head. Her eyes then went wide, and after quickly smothering the fire, she dived to the ground, all the while warning the others to do the same. As they did so, a low rumbling came from beneath them.

From out of the ocean erupted the dragonkin. Its emergence caused water to spray everywhere and formed large waves. It soared higher and higher, flying past the citadel to reach the skies above. Upon reaching its zenith, the beast stopped and spread its wings, allowing itself to hover. It breathed in the air, and then turned its gaze to the citadel below.

The others were frozen, unsure of what to do. When Evgeni attempted to communicate with it, Rosaline whispered for him to shut up, her hand creeping towards her collar. Luckily for them, the dragonkin didn't seem inclined to talk back. With a belch of smoke and flames, it left. Rosaline immediately got to her feet and began disassembling her tent. As she did so, she cocked her head to the side and nodded.

Upon finishing her task, Rosaline neared the edge of the hole and studied the sea beneath her. She then spoke to the others, telling them that the dragonkin must've had a purpose for going down there. When Jarenthar suggested it was looking for something, Rosaline confirmed that it'd already found what it was looking for. When questioned, she told them there were ruins beneath the water's surface, and that they should go investigate them while she remained in the skies to track the beast.

As she prepped her griffin for flight, Rosaline addressed the Mahjarrat. She explained in detail that the ruins below had some sort of barrier, probably to generate and sustain enough oxygen for something to live in it. Preparing to leave, Rosaline suggested they hurry. When Strabach asked how she knew of the ruins, she grinned knowingly and drew down her collar, revealing the other half of the Mahjarratbane, intact, tied around her neck. With that, both Rosaline and the griffin took to the skies after the beast.

Recent Events
The following events are listed chronologically, meaning they've already transpired and may've been elaborated upon in earlier sections:
 * Ptolemos meets a Zamorakian Mahjarrat named Kemses. The two frequent the ritual site, trading information about current events and of their Zarosian kin. Kemses also introduces Ptolemos to the residual energy left behind by the Stone of Jas and, together, the two erect a magical ward in front of the cave that leads to where the energies are at their strongest.
 * Ptolemos meets and allies with several Zamorakian Mahjarrat. These include: Raine, Drachmus, and Altanquin. He also shows interest in an agreement with the Zarosian Human-Mahjarrat Crossbreed Tenebra.
 * Ptolemos meets and fights a Zarosian Mahjarrat named Azulra.
 * Ptolemos poses as an emissary sent by Zamorak and enlists the aid of several dozen chaos monks to restore the temple he was imprisoned in.
 * Ptolemos attends a rejuvenation ritual and is successfully rejuvenated.
 * Ptolemos is deceived and captured by Arachnea, a Zarosian Mahjarrat. He is released by Arachnea after she forces an ivory bracelet onto him. He's unsure of its purpose. Ptolemos later removes the bracelet by amputating his hand. It's was held in Arachnea's Vault for a time, until its destroyed as a result of a spell.
 * Ptolemos meets a Mahjarrat tribe who've been searching for Azulra ever since she betrayed them. After being informing of her death they leave him, but not before their leader calls him "nephew."
 * Ptolemos meets with Kemses to inform him of recent goings-on. He discovers one of Kemses' army's camps razed to the ground. He questions Kemses and is introduced to a survivor. The survivor, a disguised Drok, leaves, allowing Ptolemos to talk with Kemses in private. Shortly after, they're attacked by Drok and the creature responsible for destroying the camp: a dragonkin! Ptolemos suggests to his ally that they use the hobgoblin as a distraction. He then flees, leaving Kemses and Drok to fend for themselves.
 * Ptolemos is brought into Dissidious' realm, along with others, where they are trapped until they remove whatever's keeping them from leaving. The party, led by Dissidious, head for a city not far from them. There they encounter more Mahjarrat and one of Dissidious' beasts, which they manage to subdue. After being introduced to Fear, a creation of Dissidious, they're led through the city by him. They walk the streets while Fear tells them information relating to the realm and its master.
 * When they arrive at a infirmary, they see an icyene they recognize having seen before. After Fear interrogates her, they learn the names of people who might be responsible for having brought them there. Fear informs his master, tells them to meet him at city hall. Upon arrival, they see Dissidious and another man standing over a defeated automaton. He gives them enchanted before introducing them to the other man, whose real nature is that of a modified werewolf.


 * As they prepare to enter the city hall, it explodes. A mysterious stranger appears and subdues Fear. After a hasty conversation, which included an introduction and several revelations, he leaves. Dissidious wakes after being knocked unconscious by the explosion and explains that they need to go to the graveyard. They depart for a train that will take them there.


 * Fykeric meets with Leila Kala Aren and implores her to get others so they can stop Ptolemos. He discusses his visions of other individuals they can try to recruit. He meets and successfully persuades Domino and Yoral to help them. They make preparations to attack Ptolemos. The four successfully defeat Ptolemos; Fykeric later succumbs to an injury sustained during the fight.
 * Ptolemos' death knight tries to recruit bandits for protection. Although their leader refuses, the death knight allows the others three days to think the offer over. She returns and negotiates with a new bandit leader in return for their service. Death Knight Rosaline continues to recruit men and women for Ptolemos' cause, as well as gather information for him. A large number of recruits are killed when the ancient dragonkin site collapses. Rosaline herself survives and leaves after retrieving a sliver of Ptolemos' Mahjarratbane, the only piece to survive the destruction of the original.
 * Upon Ptolemos' return to Gielinor, he is met by "Cassie," Azulra's cousin. They speak briefly about where Ptolemos has been and how he returned. Near the end of their conversation, she tries using some of his blood to gain control over him. Her attack misses, and then she teleports off.
 * Soon after his encounter with Cassie, he is contacted by another Mahjarrat's voice. It implies they know each other, so Ptolemos asks that it come to him. It does so, but conceals itself from him. The two discuss where he has been and what he plans to do now that he's returned. Ptolemos explains all that he learned during his absence, such as how foolish he was to think the past could be changed. He explains how his intentions are the same as they were before. Now, however, he believes that fighting with the Godless is the only way they can be realized. He then requests her name and is told that he knows her. As she leaves, letters form in the snow, revealing her identity.
 * Ptolemos teleports to Witchaven, the "territory" of Kisbeth. She soon arrives and is surprised to see him alive. She makes a remark about it, amusing Ptolemos. They openly discuss what happened to him, and eventually reach the topic of his plans. He tells her that he "only wants what is best for the Mahjarrat," and when she asks what that is, he explains, "For us to be free." Ptolemos changes the subject to the Godless when she tries to pry further. They talk about them, and how the last great war was bad enough. Kisbeth leaves, saying she has much to think about. Ptolemos leaves, too, having business elsewhere.
 * Ptolemos, busy working in the desert, is contacted by a wight. It tells him its master, Marethyu, wishes to speak with him. Ptolemos remembers meeting Marethyu in Dissidious' realm and decides to humor him. He teleports to Ghorrock and sees that it's been worked on. He meets with Marethyu and they discuss his plan. Ptolemos believes it's a fruitless endeavor, but concedes that he might be able to persuade a few to aid him. He tells Marethyu to seek out Kisbeth, saying she might be interested in it. Ptolemos then leaves, but before he does Marethyu invites him to partake in the plan whatever may come.
 * Ptolemos contacts Arachnea and asks for his hand back. She wonders why, so he explains that it's a component for a spell he's working on. When questioned, Ptolemos denies that it's for more Mahjarratbane ore and says that it'll serve as a "sign for change", and that the hand itself will be destroyed in the process. The spell is harmless, he adds. Arachnea thinks about it before asking where he is. After being told, she sends it to his location. Ptolemos notices that the bracelet is gone and that it's in good condition. He thanks her for giving it to him before returning to his work.
 * Ptolemos, after days of intense scrying, finally finds what he's looking for. He travels off realm for a few hours before returning with another Mahjarrat, his brother, Strabach.
 * Ptolemos is once again confronted by "Cassie" (her real name being Penindasan) and the ghostly apparition of Azulra in the Forinthry Ossuary, where he masquerades as a humble initiate. After summoning an undead dragon to watch the entrance, Penindasan, plagued by Azulra, demands to know where Ptolemos is. An initiate, who is actually Ptolemos in disguise, is forced to retrieve Rosaline. He does so and watches the scene unfold before him. Rosaline bluffs, saying Ptolemos is dead. When things begin to heat up, Ptolemos steps in and orders Rosaline to leave. He discusses the meeting he held earlier, informing Penindasan of his attempt to try and unite the Mahjarrat against the gods. She rebuffs his efforts and leaves shortly afterwards, Azulra in tow.
 * Justice Icriulis comes to the Forinthry Ossuary in search for Ptolemos to ask for his aid in finding a friend who's lost in Morytania. Ptolemos, in the guise of an initiate, listens to him and says their leader, Rosaline, would be willing to help if they were given something in return. Icriulis agrees to give them cooked sweetcorn before inquiring how Rosaline would find his friend. Ptolemos gives him a vague response and bades him farewell as he leaves.
 * Ptolemos invites three of his kin to the Forinthry Ossuary, knowing they'd shared an interest in his offer about the Godless. Accompanied by Strabach, he leads them to a chamber deep within the temple under the guise of Rekhyt the initiate. There he reveals himself and asks if they're ready to join him alongside the Godless. They agree, much to Ptolemos' relief. They speak of other matters, such as the other Mahjarrat and how best to interact with them, the Godless, and their future after the war. After confirming their partnership once more, Ptolemos assumes his disguise and leads the three—Skolfarik, Lazarus, and Izachera—out of the temple.
 * Ptolemos and Strabach visit the Academy of Heroes to speak with Evgeni. They find him sitting at the central fountain, nearly naked, and drinking rum. After a brief exchange, Evgeni, now clothed, leads them to the Academy's library where they speak in private.


 * Ptolemos inquires whether or not Evgeni will fight for Zaros in the war, to which he replies, "That remains to be seen." Ptolemos also asks if Arachnea, Evgeni's wife, is still aligned with Zaros. The answer is yes. Ptolemos then asks him a question: would he be capable of following Zaros if His great plan included the deaths of his wife and child? Noting that the answer he received was what he expected, Ptolemos, with Strabach, stard to stress how the Godless are more than capable of winning the war.


 * Afterwards, they discuss what the future will hold for the Mahjarrat should the war be won, and the enigmatic Sliske and his agenda. Ptolemos admits he cannot provide direct answers for all Evgeni's questions. After more time has passed, Evgeni says he's been thinking about the Godless since the meeting, and even before. Ptolemos then decides it's time to leave. He and his brother go, but not before Ptolemos expresses his gratitude to Evgeni for hearing him out.


 * Ptolemos meets with two Mahjarrat going by the names of Lord Hol-lis and Zantik. The former offers an alliance between Ptolemos' godless followers and his own Zamorakian followers, while the latter says little. After much consideration and some persuasion on Hol-lis' part, Ptolemos agrees to the alliance. However, he reminds the two that such a fragile alliance won't last for long. Hol-lis suggests Ptolemos seek out Thane before they seperate.
 * Ptolemos invites Thane to the ritual site. Instead of appearing personally, he comes as a shadow form of himself. The two talk, mostly about the gods and the Mahjarrat. After some arguing, Thane allies himself with Ptolemos, but says he'll still serve Zaros and the Creator-God. They also talk about the upcoming war and Mahjarrat breeding, as well as their numbers. This gives Ptolemos an idea. The two then part ways.
 * Ptolemos pays Marethyu a visit, feigning interest in his project, but the latter sees through him and asks if he needs anything. Ptolemos discloses his interest in building an army from the Mahjarrat remaining in their homeworld. Marethyu reveals the location of a portal that'd take them there. He asks if Ptolemos would like to see it, and then leads him to it.


 * They arrive in Port Phasmatys Plaza where a group of vampyres are congregating. After asking the permission of Lord Umbra, Marethyu leads Ptolemos to its location. The latter exercises caution while dealing with the portal; Marethyu quickly goes through it and returns with a captive Mahjarrat in tow. They bind it before communicating with it. It reveals its name is Crokum. By careful negotiation, Ptolemos and Marethyu convince it to join their cause. Crokum goes back through the portal to convince other Mahjarrat to join them. Marethyu suggests using his fort as a place to hold them.


 * Before leaving, he suggests they talk with Scorpiana, the Mahjarrat that attacked one of their allies. After being invited, she appears at his fort. Together, Ptolemos and Marethyu convince her to join them. Once she leaves, Ptolemos does too, but not before expressing his gratitude to Marethyu.


 * After Ptolemos and Marethyu successfully negotiate the service of one hundred Mahjarrat to fight for them, they decide to hold an impromptu rejuvenation ritual to strengthen them. Although lacking the appropriate sacrifices, they and their army travel to the North.


 * As they prepare to select the sacrifices, Crokum and his followers attack Ptolemos and Marethyu, having planned to usurp the duo to gain control of the army. Ptolemos proposes to duel Crokum one-on-one. He readily agrees, believing he can overpower his crippled kin.


 * As the two face off, Marethyu places himself behind Crokum's followers. When it becomes obvious Crokum's winning, Marethyu quickly slays his followers. Using the abrupt release of their lifeforce as a distraction, Ptolemos then kills Crokum using the sliver of Mahjarratbane.


 * With his army rejuvenated, Ptolemos leads them back to their fortress. He shortly returns with Marethyu and Scorpiana to dispose of the corpses. Marethyu suggests they devise a lie to tell the other Mahjarrat who might come investigate. Shortly afterwards, Penindasan arrives for that exact reason. While his two allies leave, Ptolemos tries once more to convert her to fight with him. Like last time she refuses and leaves. Ptolemos then returns to their fortress.


 * Ptolemos and Marethyu visit the Acadamy once more in an attempt to persuade Evgeni to join their cause. Marethyu insists they reveal their army to him until Ptolemos relents. Evgeni doesn't take the news well. Marethyu reveals his mate, Scorpiana, is pregnant in the ensuing discourse. Evgeni states he will join them if he can get those he cares about to join with him. The two then leave the Academy.


 * Marethyu, Scorpiana, Strabach, and Evgeni arrive at the fortress, only to find it eerily silent. Marethyu reaches out to try and contact Ptolemos, but the attempt fails. So, too, do their attempts to sense any of their kin forming the army they'd brought from Freneskae. Marethyu immediately suspects Ptolemos has moved the army on them. A dripping noise gets their attention, so they proceed forward cautiously. A sharp metallic scent washes over them as they near a corridor...


 * Rounding it, the four are welcomed by the sight of the Mahjarrat army, dead, their bodies strewn hither and thither. Most show signs of battle: gaping wounds, torn flesh, and extremities twisted by magic. Most notable are the ones either burnt horrendously by fire, the stonework around their corpses melted by the sheer heat of it, or the bodies of the younger Mahjarrat who appear to have just dropped dead for no reason, their bodies naked of any visible sign of trauma. The air is filled with magical residue, the remains of a powerful magic.


 * Marethyu casts a spell to scry the fortress, searching for Ptolemos, or rather, his body at this point. He comes across a room he is unable to see into; either the remains of a spell or one still being cast prevents him from doing so. Mareythu sends out Spidoodle, his field mouse, to see what it can find. It returns shortly later after uncovering no survivors. Whatever had wrought this carnage had been efficient. They proceed forward, heading for the room that couldn't be seen into.


 * They reach it and find a powerful warding spell is in place around it, blocking out any sight or sound from within. Both Evgeni and Marethyu combine their strength to dispell the ward. Together they counteract it, and then all four enter.


 * They discover the room's interior smashed to pieces; Ptolemos' corpse lies amongst the wreckage, viciously torn apart. The warding spell was apparently a last-ditch effort by him to keep out whatever had killed the rest of the Mahjarrat. The four share their disbelief that Ptolemos would've gone down so easily. Whatever had killed him and the rest of the army must've been powerful, indeed.


 * Marethyu asks Strabach to try and identify his aura so they can confirm it's Ptolemos' corpse they see before them. When he tries, Strabach is unable to do so. His body, like the rest of the dead Mahjarrat there, gives away nothing.


 * Marethyu then finds and examines Ptolemos' hand, which appears to be holding something. Upon closer inspection, he finds the shattered remains of the Mahjarratbane clenched in it. Half of it appears to have been broken off entirely, leaving no trace of where it can be found. The pieces in his hand, however, were powerless, their enchantment gone. The four leave the room.


 * Outside, Marethyu suggests they find Rosaline. They then start discussing what could've been responsible for the total annihilation of the army. While doing so, Evgeni expresses his condolences to Strabach for what happened to his brother. Strabach expresses his regret for what's happened, but says there are more pressing matters that concern them. They all then leave after agreeing to do so.

Appearance
Ptolemos, when in his rejuvenated form, stood at 8', and had a heavyset build garbed in flowing red robes. His face was once stripped bare of all but bone; however, following a successful rejuvenation, his brown pearlescent flesh had grown back. He'd aged visibily during his absence, and had sprouted a growth from his chin. With the ritual drawing near, his flesh had started to tighten and would soon disappear altogether.

Atop his oblong head was a gold circlet where, in its center, was a rich golden heliodor gem with a winking cat's eye. Underneath it, lining his brow, were similar, though smaller, gems. His angular cheekbones and prominent chin were offset by his close-set eyes that had black sclera and red irises.

His right sleeve was sewn shut above the wrist, his right hand missing after he deliberately cut it off. Upon his return, Ptolemos received a small wound on his left hand that wouldn't go away. Whether he couldn't or simply wouldn't heal it is up to speculation.

Personality
Ptolemos was known for his arrogance, short-temper, and weak disposition before his death. In truth, he was nothing but desperate, although he'd never been caught admitting it. He became distrustful of other Mahjarrat over the centuries and tried to avoid them unless they had the potential to become assets. Consequently, he didn't have many allies and therefore dedicated time to gaining support through other means. Being cold, calculating, and manipulative was common practice for him when engaging with others whose services he could exploit.

Ptolemos had no love for either Zaros or Zamorak. He aligned himself with his Zamorakian kin purely because he wouldn't worship a beaten god—one defeated by one of his own kind, no less! However, he made the transition to godless once he returned to Gielinor.

Ptolemos matured during his absence and learned how to control his anger. He also became more lenient and mindful of his kin.

Abilities
Ptolemos was of modest power amongst the remaining Mahjarrat. He had all the abilities akin to his race, such as telepathy and shape-shifting, and a successful rejuvenation empowered him with newfound strength. His arsenal of spells was vast, as well as his knowledge of the past and the arcane. Despite his bulk, difficulties arose whenever he participated in close combat.

In recent times, Ptolemos experimented with the denizens of the Abyss. After several trials-and-errors, which resulted in the deaths and disappearances of at least half a dozen chaos monks, Ptolemos succeeded in subduing a type of Abyssal monster not unlike an ant. He used his magic to warp the creature until it became docile and capable of self-replication.

Strangely, even without Ptolemos' guidance, his ants showed continued signs of cognition and were reportedly seen more often then they had been in the past. They have, however, lost their self-replicating capabilities and are dying out. Few now remain in the world.

Through trial-and-error, Ptolemos learned the tune bane ore spell. He then created Mahjarratbane, using his own severed hand to tune the precious ore. Only a sliver of his Mahjarratbane survived the incident in the ruins of the ancient dragonkin site. It was in Ptolemos' possession before his death, but was found to be broken in half. The other half is in Rosaline Haines' possession. How she obtained it is not known.

Related Pages

 * He Opened His Eyes - A  short story about Ptolemos.
 * Misgivings of a Cleric - A short story related to Ptolemos.
 * Hand of Ptolemos - An order led by Ptolemos.
 * Yurlungur 'Yoral' Neraka - Ptolemos' uncle.
 * Azulra Neraka - Ptolemos' cousin.

Trivia

 * He didn't attend six rituals of rejuvenation (pre-2012 Ritual).
 * When he was alive, Ptolemos was sterile and couldn't have children of his own.
 * Click here to listen to Ptolemos' theme.