Ptolemos/Ptolemos' Notes



Ptolemos' Notes are a collection of his journal entries, notes, and observations. Most notable are his thoughts and opinions of those he's encountered during his time on Gielinor. Listed alphabetically, the subject matter for each entry follows a chronological order, beginning with their first meeting and ending with their last.

Beings
''I've decided to once again compile entries regarding the many different individuals I meet during my time here. The loss of my last compendium is unfortunate, but otherwise expected; my imprisonment has cost me much. However, this is the start of a new era, one which I aspire to make my own.''

Children  of Mah
''The Children of Mah, or the Mahjarrat as Gielinor's populace calls us. I myself didn't originate from that tribe, but perhaps others have. I've given myself plenty of space to write about those I'll no doubt encounter in the future.''

''Note: I've taken the liberty of marking out the mythical figure in our name. As far as I'm concerned, we were created not by some higher-being but by the lands of Freneskae; shaped by its environment and molded to be as we are now. Let someone try to prove otherwise.''

Arachnea
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Arachnea, female. I caught her name in Al Kharid during a rather ostentatious gathering of our kind. In retrospect, it was a bold and risky move, but there was much to lose and little to gain had I not have attended. I will have to keep an eye on this one. Who knows, something could come out of it.

The ritual has passed. I couldn't help but notice how Arachnea stood off to the side throughout it, keeping her distance from the Zarosians while also not isolating herself from the rest. She didn't boast her loyalties like so many others did and knew well enough to speak only when the situation called for it. As is often customary of these rituals both she and I nominated the other. Nothing came of it. I'm not sure if I should look forward to meeting her in the future or if I should strive to avoid her entirely. She could very well prove to be dangerous if I'm not careful.

Arachnea... How I yearn to tear her apart limb by limb. She kept me locked away like some animal, experimented on me, humiliated me! I won't let this slide. She has earned herself an enemy the day she thought she could contain me. Unfortunately for now I must put aside any sort of plot for revenge as I try to figure out how to remove her bracelet. I highly doubt its purpose is purely decorative as she would have me believe.

It is over. My hand is gone and so too is the bracelet. Good riddance.

Curses! Every corner I turn some it seems as though some new threat appears, and with it comes an attempt on my life or worse! My hand is gone, stolen, no less. How? I cannot say. Why? No doubt it will be used against me in some form or fashion. I must push forward with my studies at once. The anti-magic field will hide me for now, but I fear this haven won't last for long.

Year 0 of the Sixth Age

What can I say that I already haven't? Simply put, Guthix is dead. Arachnea had the gall to invite me to a meeting with a few others of our kind. Despite my instincts telling me not to, I went anyway. Better to face them on my own terms than the other way around, I reasoned. I'm glad I went. The revelations were astounding. I didn't linger for long. I knew Azulra was looking for me. Not long after I was contacted by her and invited to a citadel somewhere. Obviously a trap, so I opted to have some fun of my own. Needless to say, her ploy failed. I'm starting to regret having openly revealed my plan—part of it anyway. So much could change within a short period of time. Subtlely and viligance is crucial now.

Arachnea's been busy. She participated in the killing of Azulra. I shouldn't be as surprised as I am, but news of her death hits close to home. How long before I am next, I wonder?

Arachnea stopped by earlier today. We had a civil discussion. If any of them can be convinced of the folly in worshiping the gods, it is her. I told her of my work, how I could change the past so the Children would be free. She doubted of my competence, but who else could go through with what I'm about to do? Who else has the resolve, the inner strength required? No one. Thankfully she left without trying to kill me. My uncle could certainly learn a thing or two from her. With any luck, she will return and support me in my endeavor. If not, then I will do what I must to protect my people.

Time can change so much in a man. Once I would've loved nothing more than to see Arachnea dead, slain by none other than the hand that she took from me. Now, though, I look at her and understand. We are not so different, she and I. She may have tried to kill me, but I have forgiven her for it. She has simply fallen prey to the gods' lies, as have the others. But they are still Children, and so deserve a chance for redemption. Arachnea is but the first to learn of my intent. If I can convince her, then others will surely follow.

I may not have gained her allegiance or trust, but I most certainly have gained her respect, as I hers. Following my ultimatum, Arachnea went into labor and gave birth to a daughter. I wonder if the others will recognize this for the sign it truly is and hasten to join me?

Arachnea was quite surprised to see me. I would have been to, given the circumstances. Dead, but not gone... Not yet. I still have a mission that I must see fulfilled. The world is dying, crying out in pain and anguish... She must see the importance of this task: she has to!

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Yet again I find these puzzling entries about something I experienced after my death. What could they mean? Perhaps Arachnea will know more. But can I trust her now after everything that's happened? Will she trust me?

Arachnea came today. We talked. If I hadn't been in such a hurry, I would've explained myself further. Unfortunately I have no time frame for when I must have Strithac's task completed. I did warn of her him, though, as well as the dangers of visiting Freneskae. I think I'll try to keep in touch if my study permits it.

Altanquin
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Altanquin was one third of the Zamorakian trio I met along with Kemses. He agreed to an alliance like the others.

So the worm has shown his true colors. During the ritual, Altanquin tried to volunteer Kemses as the sacrifice. Forunately no one seemed to heed him, or they ignored him. I won't forget his betrayal.

Azulra Neraka
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I must watch out for this one. We met and fought after I discovered her hideaway. It pains me to admit defeat, but at least I got away with my life.

Strange how things turn out. Azulra and I now have a truce, but only for as long as neither she nor I violate the policies we agreed upon. I think we're both more concerned with a certain individual than with each other.

Well, that didn't take long. I've learned that Azulra attacked the Forinthry Ossuary and slew everyone inside, including Rosaline. A shame. I have no doubt that my recent actions provoked it. But how could she have learned of my creation? No matter. I will alert Kemses and have the fortress prepared should she try anything.

I underestimated Azulra and I nearly paid the ultimate price for it. Once a nuisance, she's now evolved into an actual threat. Moving forward won't be enough; I will have to watch every shadow from now on.

Year 0 of the Sixth Age

It finally happened. Azulra tried to lure me to some abandoned citadel in the sky and kill me. She wasn't expecting to be deceived. I could hear the fear in her voice as I revealed a part of my plan. It was made all the sweeter when I heard of what happened afterwards between her, Thane, and Evgeni. Serves them right.

Azulra's dead, killed by the combined forces of Evgeni, Arachnea, and Xolotl. I'm surprised, really. As much as I despised her, I've already begun to miss our games of cat and mouse.

How strange. I just met a new tribe of our kind who were hunting Azulra. I told them of her death and they seemed almost relieved. Before they left, one of the eldest among them called me 'nephew.' I don't like the implications of this.

Even though she's dead, Azulra still finds ways to get me killed. My uncle (I still don't like calling him that) visited the ruins earlier today and asked what I intended to do. I told him plainly, hoping that he might elect to aid me, but of course that wasn't the case. Believing I would resurrect Azulra, he attacked and quickly fled. I bet she had a good laugh about that, wherever she is now.

Looking back on what I wrote so long ago, I can't help but laugh at the irony of it all. As it turns out I did exactly what Yoral feared and brought my dear cousin back to life. Foolish, I know, but in my current state I require all the help I can get. I asked that she aid me in destroying Lashual once and for all in return, but she refused. I don't understand. How could she say no? Did she not hear the same cries as I have?

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

My last entry concerning Azulra is by far the most surprising revelation I've read in my notes. Resurrecting her was a gamble. She's passionate, impulsive, and is one of the more unpredictable Children I've met. I've already had an experience with her during my time as Ptolemy Dean, where only by Alorah's quick thinking did we escape with our lives. What made me so desperate as to try and negotiate a deal with her? If only I could remember...

Baylon
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Baylon, now deceased. His sacrifice will ensure my research won't be wasted.

Crokum
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

One of our kind Marethyu and I came across as we started recruiting an army of our own for the inevitable wars to come. Literally stolen from his home, Crokum was reluctant at first to pledge allegiance to our cause but agreed after we spoke with him at length. He's a brute, and no doubt is a bully among his own tribe back on Freneskae. We will get along well as long as he causes no trouble.

Crokum has spent the last few days persuading his people to join us on Gielinor. He was able to bring a sizable number back with him. I suspect he intimidated most of them and rallied through rest. I will assign roles starting tomorrow. Hopefully we can retrieve a few more from Freneskae as we move forward with the plan.

I should have seen it coming. Shortly before we commenced with the impromptu ritual, Crokum attempted to instigate an insurrection against myself and Marethyu. He'd convinced a few to support him as he tried to seize control of our army. Before things grew out of hand, I challenged him to single combat, which he accepted. Ultimately, his pride proved to be his undoing. As we fought, Marethyu was able to disable his followers while I cut down the traitor with the Mahjarratbane. He won't be remembered for his sacrifice.

Drachmus
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Drachmus was one of the Zamorakians Kemses and I met as we began preparing for the upcoming ritual. He seemed to go along with the others.

Izachera
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Part of a trio of Children who pledged to forsake the gods and join me in the fight against them. I'll need more than just them, however, and will try speaking with some of the others later. Hopefully I will be able to sway a few of the more neutral of our kind.

Kemses
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I've met another Child for the first time following my escape from that accursed temple. Kemses is his name and he is a Zamorakian. He and I got on well enough, although I avoided discussing my true loyalty and instead feigned support for the chaos god.. He and I spent a great deal talking about the current age. He eventually drew my attention to an area where the Stone of Jas was once held. It oozed with its energies. Together, he and I erected a magical barrier to dissuade any potential trepassers from abusing it. We parted on good terms. I look forward to discussing future plans with him.

Kemses and I have spent much time working together. In preparation for the nearing ritual, he and I attempted to negotiate a truce between other Zamorakian Children. I believe it went rather well. Later on, he and I went searching for the Stone of Jas by tracing similar residual energy left in its wake. I think we found something, but it will involve work uncovering whatever it is.

The Ritual of Rejuvenation was a success! I am rejuvenated and can assume my research once more. I was pleased to find Kemses standing with me among the crowd on the plateau. He's shown himself to be a true ally. I hope I can persuade him to abandon Zamorak in the future.

I don't believe it. Trapped for several weeks and I'm finally freed from Arachnea's clutches by a human rather than my own allies! I don't like this one bit, but I will give Kemses another chance. Hopefully we can continue working together without future interference.

Kemses has proven himself once more. After discovering an ancient dragonkin site, I wasted no time in pushing forward with plans. The lose of my hand is unfortunate, but at least Kemses didn't let me die there. He even preserved my hand for me. However, until I can get Arachnea's bracelet off of it, it is useless. Kemses has offered to allow me to stay in his fortress for a while and recover. I won't forget his loyalty.

Kemses is testing my patience. Azulra led an assault on his fortress in an effort to reach me and my creation. I was able to fend her off with what forces Kemses left behind, but I nearly lost my life in the ensuing struggle. Doesn't he understand that his search for the Stone is futile? I have big plans in store, much greater than what that mere pebble can offer now.

Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I haven't spoken with Kemses in a long time. I'm afraid our friendly terms may have been lost after I announced my plans. It is unfortunate, but I won't hesitate to strike him down should he interfere. This is too great a task and I cannot afford petty alliances to get in my way.

Finally, I have returned. Looking upon these notes bring back bitter memories. I haven't seen Kemses in a long, long time. I wonder how he perceives me: As a threat? Perhaps. Despite what I said, he was a good ally. I hope it's not too late to try and work things out peacefully with him.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I might not have agreed with his beliefs, but even after everything that's happened Kemses proved himself once again despite having little to gain from it, disregarding what was left of my treasury. It couldn't be avoided, though, and I commend Rosaline for what she did. His assistance was crucial in getting Alorah, Rosaline, and I to Freneskae. Perhaps there is yet hope for a future alliance.

Lazarus
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I met this one following my attempt to convince the Children to abandon their gods and side with the Godless. He and two others came to the Forinthry Ossuary and expressed interest in allying with myself. We discussed the future ahead of us and how best to proceed. Unfortunately, one does not win a war with only a handful of warriors. I will need to find a way to persuade more to join us, or try something else entirely.

Lord Hol-lis
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I received a proposal from this Zamorakian Child and his ally. It seems he would have our forces work together. I voiced my concerns and made it clear that should our cooperation would only last for so long until one of us turned against the other. He had no qualms and accepted this. For now I have decided it would be better to have an ally than an enemy out of these two.

Raine
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I have returned from meeting with several others of my kind. Kemses and I decided it would be best to start making alliances as soon as possible. Raine was among those we talked with. He was a Zamorakian, as were the others. He readily agreed to stand with us during the procession.

Renac
Year 1 of the Sixth Age Renac is one I will have to be extremely careful with in the future. He approached and interrogated me this evening, questioning who I was and to whom I held allegiance to. I don't know if my answers were the right ones, but he appeared intrigued by them. He proposed we work together to find an end to the rejuvenation rituals. How, though, I don't know yet. He mentioned experiments; a "new ritual," he said. In my current condition, I doubt I could aid him in any way, shape, or form, nor am I fully convinced his kind of rituals would be any better than those we have now.

I tried to help my kind before, but look where it got me. Do we really deserve a second chance? Do I? It doesn't matter. In the end, I agreed to help him. Perhaps through this I can find redemption.

Skolfarik
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

He, Lazarus, and Izachera joined me at the Forinthry Ossuary to discuss an alliance and how we should handle fighting alongside the Godless. They left afterwards and we plan on meeting again in the future.

Strabach
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Centuries ago, my brother disappeared after traveling to Infernus to fight for Zamorak. When he didn't return I thought him dead for the longest time. But then I discovered he was more or less trapped as I had been, in a realm unlike our own. I rescued him and brought him back to this world. I've already informed him of what he's missed since he was last here. He's expressed interest in supporting my cause, of which I am truly grateful. Oddly enough, I think our time apart did some good for us both.

Tuwatu
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I wish you could see me now, Tuwa. I've found a purpose; one you would've been proud of despite what you believed. I promise, things will be different for us once I've accomplished what I've set out to do. I'll see you again soon.

Xolotl Tsutai
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Xolotl is someone I know very little of. He and I first met at Arachnea's meeting after Guthix's death. I didn't stick around very long to get to know him, and hopefully our brief time together didn't pique his interest in me and my plans.

I've just learned that Azulra is dead, killed by Evgeni. Xolotl and Arachnea were both present at the moment it happened. I will have to be careful now in case they come for me next.

Zantik
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Lord Hol-lis' ally and mute subordinate as far as I can tell. He had little to say to me. I believe his presence was more so for intimidation than anything else. For now we have forged an uneasy alliance. We'll see how long that lasts until we're at each other's throats.

Clerk
A cave goblin in Ronasil's Company. He was quiet the whole time I was there, and watched me with those big eyes of his. I didn't find his presence comfortable, nor did he find mine. Apparently he was a member of the Hand of Ptolemos, but I don't recall ever seeing him myself. I think he knows more than he lets on.

Dragonkin
Below are the various dragonkin I've had the misfortune of running into.

Strithac
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

A dragonkin, origin unknown. I could hardly believe my eyes when I first saw it. Kemses and I had begun investigating the roasted remains of a campsite his troops had been using when it suddenly appeared. I didn't stick around to see what it wanted. When you see one of their kind, you know it's time to go—and fast. We both got out of there with no trouble. With any luck, I'll be spared the misfortune of ever running into their kind for a good while.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I've learned the identity of this dragonkin: Strithac. He kidnapped me before we'd reached Freneskae. Ultimately, upon discovering that I wasn't myself, he released me with the promise of returning once I remembered. I'll have to be careful with this one. He's out for blood, and I'm the first on his list.

Strithac found me in the desert. I was caught off-guard and taken to his labratory. He didn't kill me, but I believe he knows now what happened to Lashual and all those involved. I've put them in more danger than I am already in. Perhaps I can warn them ahead of time. For now, though, I will do as he asks and collect what memories of Lashual I can recover. At least I can be rid of one danger.

Lashual
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Success! I have finally broken through earth and stone, discovering the ruins of an ancient dragonkin site. I must make haste with my studies and discover what else lies within its depths.

I write now from the confines of my room inside Kemses' fortress, my right hand gone and my pride as wounded as my body. In my eagerness to uncover the mysteries of the ruins, I failed to take the necessary precautions and nearly lost my life. A dragon had made the site its home, and it wasn't happy to see me intruding upon its domain. After a tense chase I was able to subdue the beast, but not before I discovered the site was in some sort of magic nullifying field. After I sufficiently recover I will investigate further.

Events have occurred that I will not relate here. Suffice to say, Kemses' fortress was overrun and I barely made it out alive. But for now I believe I have eluded my fellow kin and have a moment of respite where I can continue my studies. Over the past few days I've uncovered the name of the creator of my current abode: Lashual. I know next to nothing of this dragonkin, or any other dragonkin for that matter, but it appears that it sought some form of cure for an ailment that plagued it and the rest of its kind. I wonder if it found what it was looking for? I certainly know I have.

Blasted dwarves! Always curious about what lies beneath their mountain. At least I can use them. I've managed to trick them into helping me. I sent one to deliver a letter to Kemses. Hopefully he hasn't been slain and will provide a response soon. On another note, I've made some headway into gleaning the purpose of the site. It appears that my intial suspicions were correct: Lashual had built a portal framework here for a purpose I have yet to uncover. A mechanism nearby operates it, or so I believe. The anti-magic field continues to nullify my attempts at magic. Why build a portal that you can't operate? Unfortunately, had there been no anti-magic field here I would still find no success. There's some sort of indentation in the base of the mechanism. I would hazard a guess that it requires a power source to power the portal. A minor inconvenience.

Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Something happened, something monumentous. I could feel it through the anti-magic field, as well as hear it from the earth around me.

Guthix is dead and the gods are free to return. This changes things significantly. I've made preparations to acquire the items I need myself. I can waste no more time.

Another attempt on my life, this time by Azulra, Evgeni, and Thane. I was able to deceive them, but in my arrogance I revealed part of my plan to them. Admittedly not my best moment, but it was worth it to hear the tremble in their voices. No matter. I have what I need. The portal is powered, and now it is time for me to pave the way to the beginning of a new world. Lashual's work won't just allow me to rewrite history: I will change it and alter the very fabric of time itself! An achievement only I can proclaim as doing. Let the gods come. They won't be able to stop me now.

How long has it been? Far longer than I should admit. My attempts at using Lashual's device failed, but at least I survived its destruction. I wonder how the dragonkin would react if it knew what I had done to its creation? It matters not. I must move on to greater things.

Lashual. My killer. It will pay for his crime. I'll see to it personally.

I should not have done what I did. Possessing the beast gave me more insight into its nature, but it left me drained and nearly mad. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced in life. Even death paled in comparison. I felt excruciating pain, but only for a moment. I saw a memory not wholly forgotten, but buried far beneath it all, slowly clawing its way out. I saw its unquenchable thirst for destruction and its desire for the ultimate act of revenge. I know what Lashual seeks intends now and I can't let it happen. I won't.

Rosaline says she worries about me. What would she know? I've glimpsed into the very essence of the divines themselves; I've heard the lullaby of the world as it teases me with its soft voice; I feel its cries, its throes. I know what I have to do. Lashual must be stopped.

Toby Almaard
Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I remember seeing Toby during my time in the Hand of Ptolemos, although I never interacted with her. Never did I expect to see her again, but as luck would have it she ambushed us. She nearly killed the ogre Yokrad lent us, but I persuaded her to take it as a prisoner instead. She trusts me—or Rekhyt I should say—and has allowed Rosaline and I to stay in her keep while we figure out our next move. I've expressed gratitude, but she seems just as eager to be rid of Rosaline as I am to figure out why I'm like this.

Halfbreeds
I've listed halfbreeds of all shapes and sizes below.

Alorah Taredi
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I didn't quite expect to learn of this upon my return. I'm not even sure yet of how I should react. Although she is my daughter, Alorah is a product of something else, something foreign. A mistake. But I cannot ignore that my blood runs through her veins. If she yet lives, perhaps I can find her and show her the ways of our kind, mold her into something great. If not, at least it will sate my curiosity.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Alorah yet lives. I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes. I was certain she was dead by the time Rosaline recovered her body. I was wrong. Ptolemy Dean would have called this a miracle. I don't find myself disagreeing. Marethyu was somehow able to resuscitate her with his magic, and then took her away. I...hope she recovers.

Ellie
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

How interesting. Another halfbreed it seems. I believe she called herself Ellie. She was present at the meeting Arachnea held following the events that led up to Guthix's demise. I couldn't quite place her loyalties. Unfortunately I can't look into this as I have more pressing matters to attend to.

Sacheverell Lessard
Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Rosaline informed me of Sacheverell's death. It's unfortunate. He was as determined to be rid of the gods as I was when I first met him. I suppose even the most determined fall prey to the schemes of man.

Tenebra
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I've made an interesting discovery. During my time in Al Kharid I met what seemed to be a halfbreed. I must confess, the thought had never crossed my mind before: breed with a human? It's entirely out of the question, yet... This warrants further investigation. Perhaps I can learn something from her.

Tenebra, that is her name. We met again and discussed the possibilities of an alliance for the approaching ritual. I believe I have her support, but I must be careful. She's a survivor, that much I can tell, and will do just about anything to keep it that way.

Surprisingly, Tenebra kept her word. She left the plateau shortly after receiving her share of the energy. I'm not sure if we will ever meet again. I must confess, I wouldn't be entirely against working out another deal with her in the future.

Hobgoblin
Hobgoblins go here.

Note: They are not to be confused with their lesser counterparts, the goblins.

Drok
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I think this was his name. He's a hobgoblin, judging by the smell. He attacked Kemses and I while we examined the remains of a destroyed camp. We left him for dead when a dragonkin appeared and tried to trap us. Good riddance.

Unbelievable. I saw this creature alive on Yu'biusk. How he escaped from the dragonkin I'll never know. Despite our past, I tried to remain civil and enlist his and his leader's aid. They immediately turned on me, so I fought back. I had to resort to tricking the two to get them to leave via a portal. Let them pray to their god; He won't be able to save them from me should we ever meet again.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Drok has evolved from once being a minor nuisance to becoming something else entirely. He accompanied Alorah, Rosaline, and I to Freneskae when I was not myself. Marethyu empowered him with shadow magic; an impressive feat. That, combined with his magical abilities beforehand, makes him one of the most powerful hobgoblins I've met. He and Yokrad were able to bring us back to Gielinor once we reached the Sundered Sea. I find it odd they helped me at all, considering our past. Upon our return they both insisted I remain like I was then, as Ptolemy Dean, rather than what I used to be, as Ptolemos. But now I'm not even sure if I can return to being what I once was...

Humans
''Humans. I've met plenty before, and will likely meet many more in the future. ''

Fykeric Bliem
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Fykeric Bliem is one clever human, I'll give him that. I thought he'd be content with leadership of the order but I guess I was wrong. He uncovered what I really am and threatened to rat me out if I didn't leave at once. I would have killed him then and there but my spells failed to work on him. A minor inconvenience, but I took it in stride. I've sent him to the North where he will be my eyes and ears so I will know what, if anything, the others are doing there.

I've been informed by Rosaline that Fykeric is no more. I didn't approve of this, but so be it. In the grand scheme of things, his death makes little difference.

Rosaline Haines
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I was approached earlier by a rather forthcoming monk by the name of Rosaline Haines. She somehow knew my name and even my plans, and then surprised me further by producing the very journal I required to start them. Before I could ask she revealed that through a vision she learned everything she needed to know about me. I don't know how but this human has done more for me than any of my allies have combined. I've taken the liberty of making her my second-in-command. Hopefully her usefulness will outweight the risks of having her by my side as we move forward.

I've assigned Rosaline the role of tracking down the items I require for the ritual, as well as bane ore. Her history suggests she may have more luck than most with such a task, as finding the journal was no simple matter. I've also given her a new toy so that she will stand a better chance against our enemies.

Rosaline's failed me in one aspect but made up for it by acquiring more bane ore than I could ever hope for. I'll have to thank Kemses for trusting her with it, and for sparing some of his stock. No doubt I'll need all I can get. Experimenting will take time, effort, and more materials than I previously thought.

Azulra has turned against me. She's attacked the Forinthry Ossuary, slaughtered my monks, and has taken Rosaline captive for purposes I can only imagine. Will she talk, I wonder? Had it not been for her in the first place, I wouldn't have known of this betrayal. It's a shame, really; she was a good minion.

I've really outdone myself this time. Rosaline, formerly nothing more than a few pieces of flesh and bone, is whole once again. Through my magic I pieced together her body, and then bound her spirit to it. She's eager to serve me again, so I didn't bother binding her to my will. Her loyalty has been proven time and again. Followers like her are hard to come by, and for that I've given her full command of my forces. Let's see how well she does this time around.

Year 0 of the Sixth Age

If I had known the truth of Rosaline's vision when I first met her I wouldn't have believed it for a second. It was I who gave her the vision, using my magic to transcend the laws of space and time. I wonder how she would react if I told her? Indifferent? Or would she find comfort in knowing that it was her master who'd set her on this path from the very beginning? Nonetheless, I am truly grateful for Rosaline's assistance and loyalty. Without her I wouldn't have been able to return wholly as I am now.

Death... If there was someone who knew how I felt now, it would be Rosaline. She and I are more alike than I initially thought. I've taken a liking to using her body as my own. It eases my suffering, although I can't even begin to imagine what she's going through right now. Her soul, suspended as it is to this shell of dead flesh, must yearn for a release as much as I yearn for the blood of my killer. How much can she endure before it finally breaks?

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I can't help but wonder how Rosaline does it. While looking over my past entries, I only now realize how much she's gone through these past few years, and for what? I've given her nothing but a miserable existence. No...that's not completely true. I know why she does what she does. During my time as Ptolemy Dean, the bumbling historian, I've experienced something that I didn't think was possible for myself, much less her. It was...

Steven Weaver
Year 1 of the Sixth Age

After Rosaline told me of this druid, I knew I needed him to come with me as I studied the rifts. She seemed impressed with his natural affinity for divination. I wouldn't have figured Steven for the sort when I first saw him at the Forinthry Ossuary. Hopefully he will provide much needed aid as I try to figure out what happened to me.

Yokrad
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I believe this one to be the leader of the Chosen Battalion. He led his men against me in a fight for an item I sorely needed for the spell. Hard to believe that a group of brutish Bandosians had acquired a stash of wyvernhide, but it's true. The fight was more difficult than I thought it would be, but I used my wits to fool them. I doubt he'll see me again in this lifetime.

I don't believe it. I saw this human once again on the dead world of Yu'biusk. He was stronger and posed a far greater threat than I initially realized. A pendant he wears once belonged to the god Bandos, I believe. It was a rough battle, but I tricked him and his hobgoblin friend into thinking I was dead. If I ever run into him again, I'm sure it won't be pleasant—for either of us.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

As unbelievable as it may sound, I've met with Yokrad once again, in Freneskae, of all places. Once you've experienced something like this, you start to question the existence of fate, or lack thereof. Is it truly coincidence that he and his hobgoblin friend were the ones to come to my rescue as it were? Perhaps there is there something larger at work here... It should be noted that both he and Drok appeared far stronger than the last time we met. Yokrad himself felt more like what I remember others of my kind being like. Strange... Nonetheless, they've certainly become a force to be reckoned with this past year. I wonder what will become of them in the future?

Vampyre
I don't trust vampyres, but I will put this here in case I ever come across one of their kind.

Lothorian Foryx
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I've found the perfect vampyre to reconstruct Azulra's body: Lothorian Foryx. Before my death I would've done everything in my power to avoid working with his kind, but things change. I've worked out a deal with him, and all I have to do is fetch something Arachnea stole from them. I'll have to ask her for it, but telling her what it's for is out of the question. Convincing her might take a little creativity on my part...

I've done as he's asked and destroyed the blisterwood by depositing it inside an energy rift. Now we wait for him to hold up his side of our deal.

The vampyre was true to his word, surprisingly. Azulra's body is remade and ripe for the taking. I go to deliver it now. It would be remiss of me not to expect he's has sort of angle for doing what he did, but what's done is done. I have more pressing matters to attend to.

Organizations
''I've made it my business to learn as much as I can about the different types of organizations I will encounter. Although they come and go llke that, I will make sure to list the more interesting ones below.''

The Chosen Battalion
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

The Chosen Battalion. Hah! It's little more than a ragtag group of dirty Bandosians fighting over the title of being the strongest. Their leader is a human by the name of Yokrad, at least he was the last time I last encountered them. How on earth they acquired wyvernhide is beyond me. But it doesn't matter now, I suppose. They probably haven't even realized it's missing yet.

Hand of Ptolemos
Year 0 of the Sixth Age

How interesting. I've learned of an order Rosaline founded in honor of me. "The Hand of Ptolemos." Its chosen name gave me quite a laugh. She's operating it out of the Forinthry Ossuary and has proclaimed to be aligned with a faction called the Godless. I've decided to keep my presence a secret for now so I may learn more about this order. I think I might be able to make use of it in the future.

I'm impressed. Rosaline's taken what forces of mine survived the incident in the dragonkin ruins and has molded them into a fully functioning organization. I recognize some of their faces, such as the half-icyene Sacheverell from my time before. I learned it was thanks to his quick actions that saved a number of those who would have otherwise perished in the portal's blast. A human has also caught my eye as well. Some of them look up to him. I think I could use them both along with Rosaline to shape this order and realize its full potential.

Some of the members of the order have taken a liking to my guise. It's merely a new take on Rekhyt, but I'm surprised by the feedback I've received. I've already gained much influence among the people here as Rekhyt. However, it's imperative that I remain as I am. Otherwise, I risk losing more than just the trust of these people, but the order itself.

A mysterious portal has appeareed in the forests outside the city of Lumbridge. I've given Rosaline the go ahead to send in a scouting party and identity what it is. In the case that it's what I suspect, I've taken precautions and have laid out an outline for Rosaline to follow. In the event of a god returning, I want to have our forces ready, willing, and able. Meanwhile, I continue to cooperate with Marethyu as we gather and prepare the other forces in the North. I have quite the surprise in store for any god that tries to challenge the Children.

Research
''My research will go here. Hopefully, it won't remain empty for long as I have much in store for this world.''

Mahjarratbane
Year 169 of the Fifth Age

My Mahjarratbane is the first of its creation as far as I'm aware, and although I lost my hand I truly believe it was well worth the sacrifice. It's a weapon unlike any other. I'm glad Kemses showed me the bane ore in the cave where the Stone of Jas had been held the first time we met. It's exactly what I needed to move forward with my plan. Zamorak was powerful even before he was a god, but with this I will be able to strike him down before he can make a single move. Attuned to our race with my own lifeblood, I will see it in his throat once I've completed the portal to transport me back through the current of time.

Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I never thought I would see my Mahjarratbane again, but lo and behold it's the first thing I see upon my return. As it turns out, the Mahjarratbane played a pivotal role in me recalling my buried memories. Had it been lost in the destruction of the dragonkin ruins, I would still be playing the part of an unassuming historian. Rosaline has my gratitude for retrieving and delivering it to where I would find and remember myself.

Sometimes I forget the sensation of the wind on my skin and the warmth of the sun as it burns so far above us. Writing helps me remember what it was like to be alive. Even though Rosaline offered to transcribe my words, this is something I must do myself. I refuse to give in to the rage that swells within me. I cannot lose myself now...

Before dying I was able to collect a blood sample from the dragonkin. With enormous effort on my part the shattered Mahjarratbane was brought to the Forinthry Ossuary where Rosaline found it. I was little more than a shadow then, but with time my strength returned. Together we were able to deduce that my essence is now attached to the Mahjarratbane. As interesting as that is, I cannot help but wonder what would have happened had that not been the case. However, now is not the time for fanciful contemplation. It's with great urgency that we seek out my murderer and destroy it using my creation.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

My creation is no more. I've done what I should've long ago and destroyed it. Creating Mahjarratbane was the worst sin I've ever carried out against my kind. May its ilk never be seen again in this world or the next. I only hope none of the others have followed in my footsteps.

Divination
Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Something's wrong. Steven led me to the cave where Lashual and I took our plunge, but there's nothing here. No energy, no wisps...nothing. All that remains is an empty chasm covered over with a sheet of ice. I questioned the druid, but he's baffled. I don't suspect he's lying. What could have happened here? He'd guarded this rift and left only a few months ago. This warrants further investigation, but there's absolutely nothing to learn from this place. For once in my life, I'm at a complete loss as to what I should do next.

Steven and I were lucky enough to discover another rift not too far from our camp, but when he tried to teach me how to harvest the energy from the air around it...nothing happened. A few globs of glowing material disappeared into Strithac's book. Pieces of Lashual's memories, perhaps. But where is the rest of the divine energy going? Steven claims he doesn't know what's going on; says he's never seen anything like it. Argh... Why can't things go right for me just once?