The Gielinor Times

The Gielinor Times is a Gielinor-wide roleplay newspaper owned by Esmeralda Salmassi (K9 Morphed). The paper is the first business to be owned by The Gielinor Corporation set up by Esmeralda Salmassi. Originally the paper was set up by Lord Pyro I (character name unknown), later to be purchased by Stuart Lethbridge-Gordon (Infada) who later sold it to Owen Demarais. After Demarais' death, his assistant CEO and cousin Esmeralda Salmassi took over.

Unknown Character


Roleplayed by Lord Pyro I, his unknown character created The Gielinor Times holding the role as editor. He recieved several complaints due to the fact that some of his information was incorrect, bias and more. However OOC, his work was praised for innovation and creativity.

Stuart Lethbridge-Gordon


Roleplayed by Infada, Stuart bought The Gielinor Times from the Unknown Character for an unknown reason. He added more stability to the paper in terms of article structure; however the paper's publishing frequency continued to lack consistency.

Owen Demarais
Roleplayed by K9 Morphed, Owen bought The Gielinor Times from Stuart to follow his aspirations of owning a paper. Instead of creating a new one, he decided to purchase the declining Gielinor Times and attempt to turn it around. A bear Owen on his way to interview Kandarin officials causing the paper to be left to it's deputy CEO: Esmeralda Salmassi.

Esmeralda Salmassi
Roleplayed by K9 Morphed, Esmeralda inherited The Gielinor Times from Owen following his death-by-bear. She is the longest running CEO of The Gielinor Times and has added a lot of new content to the paper in her time including, but not limited too: Visual aid (images) and Horoscopes. She is also responsible for the paper's relocation to Varrock after The Battle of Lumbridge and hiring Lia Blake - The legend behind Through Fractured Glass.

Dana Ray Hayes
Roleplayed by Kalitu III, Dana is currently the Asgarnian Correspondent at the paper; being in the role for several months. Her writing style is similar to that of a book writer; telling the news as a story with a lot of detail and description in her writing.

Esmeralda Salmassi
Roleplayed by K9 Morphed, Esmeralda worked as an assistant editor before her promotion to Chief Executive Officer (CEO). Her writing style is the common news reporter; however she has often been critisised for not being bias to a specific side when writing.

Etna Bryan Williams
Roleplayed by South Field, Etna is one of a few columnists under the employment of The Gielinor Times. Her work is varied to many different scenarios including giving her say on why the sky is blue - an article which caused current CEO, Esmeralda Salmassi, to speak to her about what she chooses to write about.

John Albert
Roleplayed by K9 Morphed, John is the Business Correspondent for The Gielinor Times. His contribution in the paper hasn't been huge due to the lack in interesting news to do with the business world. Depsite this, he has produced articles about The Gielinor Times and Shield's Swords.

Maddame Sibella
Roleplayed by Stelly Skywalker Maddame Sibella is currently in employment of The Gielinor Times as the woman who writes the horoscopes. How she writes them, however, is unknown.

Lia Blake
Roleplayed by Stelly Skywalker, Lia Blake is the legend behind the on-going Through Fractured Glass series. As well as the latter, Lia is the Misthalin Correspondent for The Gielinor Times. Her writing style differs from the other employee's as she varies it between a structured article story to a simple Q&A session with commentry.

Odessa Nightingale
Roleplayed by QueenArasene, Odessa Nightingale is one of the two artists that Esmeralda employed as part of her plot to add visual aids to The Gielinor Times. Unfortunatly, Odessa hasn't been able to produce enough art for the Times leading to the employment of a second artist: however her work has been praised by many throughout Gielinor.

Ripley Alcott
Roleplayed by Ara the Aren and Ripley is currently the Kandarin Correspondent for The Gielinor Times. His writing style tends to lead to current news being linked with previous news. Commonly, Esmeralda lets Ripley do his own thing when it comes to reporting events about Kandarin due to it's quiet nature.

Roland O'Reilly
Roleplayed by K9 Morphed, Roland is employed as the God Wars Correspondent, formerly the Battle of Lumbridge Correspondent. The character name is taken from a Jagex BTS video where a news-reporter names Roland O'Reilly reported updates about The Battle of Lumbridge from a desk on the battlefield.

Sigfred Kronich
Roleplayed by Sir Bool, Sigfred was a Columnist for The Gielinor Times. Sigfred's articles were popular and are what most people wanted to read first when they picked up a new copy of The Gielinor Times - His writing style captured the reader as he wrote about interesting topics that wouldn't normally be written about. He was later tasked with managing the visual layout of the paper due to losing the ability to write after breaking both of his wrists in an accident.

Tame Locke
Roleplayed by Sand Traven, Tame is currently a Columnist and Karamja Correspondent for The Gielinor Times; famous for his espionage writing and known for not being afraid to go the extra mile for his articles and has gotten many fans since his employment.

Thomas Green
Roleplayed by K9 Morphed, Thomas is the second artist under the employment of The Gielinor Times alongside Odessa Nightingale. He was employed by Esmeralda after Odessa demonstrated that the work she gives her is too much for her to produce on her own.

Zwalious Thayne
Roleplayed by Conor Newt, Zwalious Thayne was a reporter during Stuart Lethbridge-Gordon's era of being CEO of The Gielinor Times. Zwalious, cousin of Sekra Thayne, was fired from The Gielinor Times after Owen Demarais obtained the paper due to his inactivity.

A Grand Re-opening
The wave of energy that caused Lumbridge closest to the battlefield to crumble also afected The Gielinor Times first HQ - The dome of energy caused a lot of damage to the printing tower and the eastern wall. This caused the paper to have an unexpected absence while they moved to their current HQ on the outskirts of Varrock. To celebrate the move, Esmeralda organized a re-opening party: this was later canceled due to a large siege on Lumbridge Castle which caused too many complications.

Fort Bree


After Owen Demarais obtained the paper, he moved it's head quaters over to his home down of Draynor into an old Saradominian obandoned fort named Fort Bree. It housed the paper throughout his reign and into Esmeralda Salmassi 's reign until it was badly damaged in the early parts of The Battle of Lumbridge causing Esmeralda to relocate to North-East Varrock. After rebuilding the broken campus: Esmeralda now uses it as a secondary campus for writers, artists but largly for help printing to cope with the huge orders they must complete each week.

North-East Varrock
After the move, Esmeralda bought the disused Lumber Yard from Avery Enterprises through the Misthalin Queen, Katrina, and set about building a new campus to meet her needs. The new campus, built south of The Lumber Yard, uses the Lumber Yard as their printing zone whilst the main offices house Esmeralda's office as well as an open planned office for the correspondent's, columnists and artists.

Outpost Offices


For ease of access, Esmeralda bought a building in Varrock that now serves as a random-access office for The Gielinor Times' writers. Correspondents and Columnists can use this office in Varrock for interviewing members of the public for articles, or just a peaceful place to get some writing done. After a while, she did this for other locations in Gielinor to give her writers places to work whilst out and about.

Newspaper Stalls


Another new adition that came with Esmeralda's reign over The Gielinor Times was ease of access for customers in the shape of Newspaper stalls.

Selected locations have allowed The Gielinor Times to distribute issues via newspaper stalls in markets and on some street corners. These locations include...
 * Misthalin
 * Kandarin
 * Burthrope
 * Beardhold
 * Das Kaiserreich der Cruor

“I WANT TO KNOW I WON’T GET MUGGED”
Early in the morning on 30 Ire of Phyrrys, a woman's body was discovered buried under the rubble of a decrepit building in Southwest Varrock. While nothing conclusive can be said at this time, authorities suspect foul play.

For years, gang activity has been an ever growing problem within the city of Varrock. Whether this most recent casualty is related to the gangs of Varrock cannot be said, but the people have their concerns. "I don't ever leave my house after dark," said one citizen. "You never know what's lurking behind the next corner."

Many citizens blame the gang problem on a lack of discipline in the City Guardsman regime. "It's like they don't even care!" Danica Halloran, recent winner of the TGT lottery, stated earlier this week.

"When I go out," Halloran said, "I want to know I won't get mugged for a scrap.  The guards don't care about us Southies.  It's dog eat dog out here."

Unfortunately, many of South Varrock's citizens feel the same way, claiming that nothing will change. While the authorities promise that everything is being done to bring justice to this most recent casualty, citizens are not convinced.

Any information pertaining to the case should be taken to the Guardsmen of Varrock. The deceased has not yet been identified.

Lia Blake - Misthalin Correspondent – The Gielinor Times



TRAPPED CORPSES – THE NEXT BATTLE?
Throughout Gielinor,  eyewitness accounts suggest that bodies are “alive and dead at the same time.”

Observations are that bodies have their ghosts trapped inside their own bodies, both shrugging and squirming as they try to part. This has unsurprisingly not surprised many people. “It’s Zamorak, he’s trying to raise an un-dead army – it’s obvious!” states a Lumbridge citizen.

In places such as Monvallis who are still battling against the mountain trolls, this is posing a large threat to them as like the rest of the world, they are unsure as to what exactly is happening. We managed to claim an interview with a member of the Monvallis Legion: Captain Sandra O’trinkers. “We’re wasting resources now. We’ve had to call in mage’s and doctor and all manner of Saradominian priests and vicars to try and crack this. We can’t bury the bodies – they’re still alive! Or could be.” She explains.

This has caused a lot of problems – evidently. However, for some, it’s causing catastrophic damage to societies. Due to the recent Battle of Lumbridge, most people – even if they’d deny it – think that the second godwars has began. As such, they think that this phenomenon is in fact the next step into this dark period – The second battle.

Murder rates have increased in all kingdoms due to rivalries between religions: Most commonly Saradomin Vs Zamorak. As well as thieving rates and all illegal activities rates have reached a new high since the last world war.

As death rates continue to rise, more and more trapped souls are being found all over Gielinor; with a battle between Monvallis, The Longclaws and The Sicarius on it’s way, we expect even more of these bodies to appear.

The question is: What exactly is happening?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Like with all god related events, many people have different theorys as to what these trapped bodies are:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list: l0level1lfo1"> ·          Death has died or is neglecting his duties. It is well known facts that death is responsible for making the dead souls pass over to the afterlife… So, if they’re not passing – what has happened to death?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list: l0level1lfo1"> ·          Zamorak is stopping them from passing. Due to his loss in the recent battle, some people believe that Zamorak has plans to raise an army of the un-dead to wage war on the Saradominist citizens to act a Gielinor-wide scale revenge with severe consequences.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">If you have any information regarding this event, please get in touch. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Roland ‘Rielly - God wars 2 Correspondent – The Gielinor Times

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LONGCLAWS RETURN TO GIELINOR
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As you may or may not know, The Longclaws, formally known as the Claws of Peace, are the notorious combat group who push religion aside for the sole purpose of keeping the peace and protecting Gielinor’s citizens from harm.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I managed to seize an interview with the groups commander, Rannerie Longclaw. He began by explaining what the first version of the Longclaws did. He explained how the original ruler of Burthorpe, now known as Monvallis, “requested our support to help with the trolls.” He then went on to say that when Varis Grey was voted King of Burthorpe, the Longclaws were to be the ‘higher power’. Should anything go out of line, they were the ones who were to remove the person from power with immediate effect – The power behind the throne, as it were.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">After their new understanding with Burthorpe and its new king, The Claws of Peace remained loyal to the cause: protecting the citizens of Burthorpe and Taverly by keep the troll infestation at bay while also keeping a watchful eye on Mr Varis Grey and his running of Burthorpe.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">However down south in Falador, management changes were being made. Axareas Tryke was put on the throne along with his consort Benjamin who’s second name is unknown to us. For reasons unknown, Axareas was accused of ordering an assassination on enemy soil for “no reason at all”. This caused Sarimia to call upon their allies Burthorpe and Kandarin to eradicate Axareas from power.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">This is where the Longclaws loyalty ended.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With knowledge that the claim is false, the Longclaws went to aid Tyke and fight against Burthorpe and Kandarin. “We managed to hold the bridge for some time against both the Kandar Army as well as the Burthorpe military. We had skill and determination with the wind on our side” explained Longclaw. “We fought against them as what they were doing was wrong. Their intel was corrupt, we had to try to help the unfortunate” he continued.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With an impressive opinion on citizen safety and world justice, after their considerable amount of time on hiatus: The LongClaws are back with a bang. Having only returned for a mire few months, The Claws of Peace already have their first target: The Sicarius.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The Sicarius are an infamously evil family, known for their lack of mercy and assumed deep supporting of Zamorak. Not much is known on them, only that shold you stand infront of their goal: they’ll do everything in their possession to ‘move’ you.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What is known, however, is that hostilities have already begun with reported sightings of fights in several different locations in Gielinor and reported killings on either side. We are unsure of if there will be a proper, full scale battle or just numerous small scale attacks.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times.

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THROUGH FRACTURED GLASS – PART TWO
<p class="MsoNormal">[dimgrey]Beside the article is a colored illustration depicting a good-sized heap of rubble, parts of which seem to have been recently moved. Around this dark heap stand a number of people, mostly common folks native to the place- though there are two Varrock guards in place, easily recognizable by their polished armor.

<p class="MsoNormal">The focus of the group's attention seems to be a clear, white, definitely human outline partway into the rubble.[/dimgrey]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">But, moments after he'd uttered his goodbyes, a warmth came over the skeletal building and the sounds of life burst around him.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair eased his eyes open to survey the area- and not even the crackling fire could stop him from freezing in place. Before him he saw the wispy smoke that lifted from Mister Lyddell's pipe as he leaned back in his deep green chair. Missus Lyddell sat knitting in a wooden rocker next to him, and Lissy sat at her feet with their small calico cat.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Where am I?"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The world looked so very real, but Mister Lyddell didn't turn to the sound of his voice. Missus Lyddell didn't set down her knitting and Lissy only continued to stroke the cat's calico fur. All around them, the house shone in golden firelight; everything fresh, everything rich.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">From the corner of his eye, Alistair noticed a shadow flash by an open doorway. He slid off the piano stool, following the darkness

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In the kitchen, a thick, sickly sweet odor permeated the air, choking out any hope for a fresh breath. The table was marked and stained with deep knife cuts and fresh spilled blood that dribbled over the edge. A silver, lid-topped platter sat in the center.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Gasping for breath, he reached out feverishly to throw the silver lid up and away from the platter. Blood welled over the sides of the platter and spilled across the table. On the platter sat a great pig's uncooked body, in the typical roasted style, and a butcher knife stuck out from deep in its back. But the head- the head of this uncooked meal was that of a young black-haired boy with an apple driven in his mouth. His unfortunate blue eyes wide open, tears streamed down his cheeks.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair's dark hazel eyes stood wide as could be, reflecting the unimaginable blue. Then, he heaved heavily to the side, knocking the platter down as he retched.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The platter clattered to the floor and the contents slid across the tile and connected with tiny, ash colored toes. A dull grey doll-child stood amidst the warm light and rich colored blood, her dress torn, moth eaten and dirty. Her black hair hung in long stringy locks that fell in her face, uselessly tied with a dull blue colored ribbon. Her diaphanous voice was the same voice that had told him to run.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Too late."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A gurgling sound came from his throat as he tried to scream but only a whimper left his body.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The child's steps dragged across the bloody floor. A thin, boney arm flashed pale in the warm candlelight as she stretched a hand out to him. He brought his hand up to tentatively meet hers, an undeniable fear in his eyes.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The girl's skin was cold and rough against his as she led him back through the doorway and into fresher air. When they passed by Mister Lyddell's chair, it was empty, as was Missus Lyddell's rocker. Lissy wasn't there either, leaving behind the calico cat. As they passed, the beast's mouth curled into a wicked grin.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Are they...Dead?" Alistair could hardly form the words.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The translucent way her voice hissed broke the quiet air.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Waiting."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and pointed up. At the top of the stairway the last few steps disappeared into a black nothingness.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"...There's nothing there."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">She stood still and pointed, the chilling silhouette of a child-statue.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"...Fine." Alistair placed a shaking hand on the railing and moved up into the dark with hesitant footsteps. As he ascended the steps the candlelit world dissipated. The air turned chilly and each step he left behind returned to its rotting state.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The moment he reached the hall at the top of the stairs he ran, trying to escape the house. There was hardly any light by which to see and what light there was put a strain on his eyes. The hall seemed to go on forever, with a single door at the end.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Rot-weakened, the door burst open, splintering against his force as Alistair slammed himself against it. Set back in a corner of the room was a tall structure covered by a thick blanket. It wasn't too noticeable on its own, but, aside from spiders and dust, it was the only thing in the entire room. Squinting, Alistair stumbled over and pulled the blanket away.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Underneath rested an elegant golden-framed mirror, untouched by time. In the glass he only saw himself, but his sight soon moved towards the reflected cobwebs of the room and he wondered what might be lurking in the corners. The little girl from the kitchen flashed into sight behind him, gripping a butcher knife that dripped with a thick, oily black ooze.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As they stared at each other in the mirror's reflection, Lissy Lyddell crept into the room, each step an agonized jerking motion that lunged her forward. Her body was bone thin and ash colored and her face was gaunt. Two voids stared forward, empty sockets that had once held lively eyes. The same black ooze from the knife ran down from them. She opened her ashen lips and a hollow gasp came from her.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair cried out in disgust.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lissy drug herself toward him with agonizingly twisted steps. Mister and Missus Lyddell crawled into the room across the ceiling, looking and acting the exact same way as their unfortunate daughter. Soon, the three bodies blocked the only path toward the door.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Run," the little girl hissed at him.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">But there was no way out and nothing he could throw at the beasts as they encroached.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">And then an idea hit him. Bracing for the impact of sharp glass on his skin, he ran towards the mirror.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">To Be Continued...

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake - Columnist – The Gielinor Times

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THE MAN ON THE SAND
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Much has happened since this reporter last sent his pigeon circling into the sky in the direction of mighty Misthalin. With what one hopes is a little more decorum this time, this article aims to address the events following where the previous left off.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With the ship up on the shore, I did indeed climb in to have a look. Below-decks I was met with a sight very similar to the one in the captain's cabin; all was as it should have been. Hammocks and cargo were stowed neatly in the lower and crew decks, much of it stowed so efficiently that even as the boat listed to port as it did upon the sand, very little came loose. Indeed, the only thing that was out of place down there was a smell unlike any I've encountered before, but surely as chilling as any known on Gielinor. Somewhere between honey and sulfur it sat in the nose, lingering faintly in the close air below.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">After much searching and rifling through the contents and cargo of the ship, it was clear that the vessel had not been robbed. Yet there was no sign of any of the crew - it was as though everyone had simply vanished.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">It was only when I emerged from the vessel that I met another soul. There on the sand he stood, a Karamjan staring up at the word "Kharazi" upon the underside of the ship. He was dressed in ordinary northern clothing, rather than the reed skirts and tribal attire usually found on the island. He greeted me politely enough, if rather coldly. Though I was initially (and, I think, understandably) suspicious of the fellow, he seemed happy to speak to me, especially when I told him I worked for The Gielinor Times.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">He asked to be referred to as Pall, though he made it clear that was not his real name. I asked him if he knew anything about the boat, the disappearances or this mysterious "Kharazi."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">'You know what Kharazi is, northerner? It is an old word; not just a word, but a name. A name given to many different things, places and ideas.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">He went on:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">'Ask your northern legends, in their guild, what Kharazi is. They will tell you it is a jungle - inhospitable and savage - and they tell the truth. But they tell only part of that truth.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">How many gods do you know, northerner? You know your Saradomin and your Zamorak, maybe others. Perhaps you know the others crawling slowly from the woodwork.'

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Here he looked to the south, as though seeing past the impenetrable jungle that lay several miles in that direction. I had to press him to continue.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">'But there is something here that lies forgotten by your civilized memories. A mystery beyond clues and riddles, unlike the hidden, betrayed god so many of your angsty teenagers take an interest in. That god left clues and memories everywhere, yet still is referred to as a god of mystery; but this, this left nothing. Nothing but a name, now attributed to locations and ideas.'

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Like many young men of my generation, I had been thrilled to hear the southern coastline and its inland areas beyond the jungle had been mapped by a bold adventurer from the guild of legends. So, I asked him, do these recent events have anything to do with the jungle, or with this idea of "Kharazi?"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">'Kharazi is far more than just an idea, but yes, they are related. Though not as they should be.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">It wants to remain hidden. But this? Kidnapping colonists and carving the very word itself into woodwork where journalists will see? Something wants to draw it out, and reveal its secrets.'

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">He became quiet again, and drew what appeared to be a runestone from his pocket. I was unable to see what type of runestone it was, though he turned it over in his hand several times before replacing it. I was able to press him for one final question: what, in his opinion, will the next move of this strange group be?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">'Their next move? The next move will not be theirs, northerner. Count on that.'

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">He said no more and wandered back into the jungle, vanishing among the trees. We can only guess what his final words meant.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Tame Locke - Karamja Correspondent – The Gielinor Times

Through Fractured Glass – Part 3
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As he connected with the mirror, a crash of thunder split the cold sounds of the Lyddell's death-pained gasps in half. His skin met with a rush of freezing water as he slipped into the mirror through a ripple in reality. Swept up in strong sea current, he was dragged down, down, down toward the end of everything.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair thrashed against the waves, breaking through the icy sea wall that stood between him and a world unlike any other and breathing out in ecstatic victory. Just ahead he saw a beach closely encroached by a thickly growing forest of trees and bright colored flowers of all sizes, some even larger than he himself.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Groaning at all the bright colors and lights, he slowly swam to shore and threw himself onto the warm sand. The sky above him moved more than the waves of the sea, churning different shades of blue and purple and yellow that flowed around each other and made him dizzy.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A warm breeze rolled off the canopy of the forest, and it carried a sweet sing-song voice on its back.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Come in, sweetness.  Come in, child."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Grunting, Alistair stood and walked towards the voice without question.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The forest was warm and inviting in every way as the strange voice coaxed him along. Behind him, the sea began to grow dark, icing over as he moved further away from it. Bright flowers closed and opened around him, releasing unimaginable fragrances, and the trees hung heavy with plump, colorful fruit.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Soon, the sound of slowly trickling water reached his ears and the trees opened up to a small glade. The clearing was blanketed with soft grass and moss that made a plush floor around a small pool of clear, sparkling water. Water trickled into the pool down the side of a large weather-beaten stone.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair fell into the pool and drank as much water as he possibly could. It was cool and fresh and tasted strangely sweet. Small plant life grew at its bottom and sunlight seeped down through the treetops and lit the whole glade up in a warm glow.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair drank for a long while before he sat back, looking everywhere and he wondering where he was.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The flowers that grew throughout the forest began to inch and creep toward his hands and legs. There were red flowers as big as his head and blue flowers that glowed from within, no bigger than his fist and growing in plentiful supply.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Purple flowers as big as his whole body stood near the edges of the glade and didn't move at all. These flowers opened, their petals curling back, and entire human arms grew out of them, reaching toward Alistair. A small voice, that of a boy-child, called out from within the violet petals.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Help!  Help, I'm stuck!"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"How do I know you're real?" Alistair's voice quivered as he called out.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Please!  I want my mommy!" The voice pleaded, a child's fearful cries filling the air. He sounded terrified, possibly hurt. And so very desperate.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Where are you?"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"OVER HERE!"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"...OVER HERE!"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"......OVER HERE!"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Each of the flowers shouted one after another, the same voice coming from each and overlapping one other. They were loud, desperate and breaking under the terror in them. Each hand reached as far toward him as they possibly could and their voices echoed.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair reached into his pocket as he edged towards the closest purple flower. He grabbed the closest hand and pulled hard. As soon as he did, however, the voices became silent and the arm pulled back against him. Its strength was massive as it fought to drag him into its violet petals, which began to close up and swallow him whole.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">To Be Continued...

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake - The Gielinor Times

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WHITHER THE WILD ONES?
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With events both serious and strange taking place on the savage island paradise of Karamja these past weeks, it was with a mixture of relief and trepidation that the good islanders watched the week pass without any major catastrophes befalling them or theirs.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Logging camps were left to their business. No disappearances have been reported. All ships reported in on time at each of Karamja's major ports. The Alert, having been put back to sea and investigated as thoroughly as the village of Shilo's militia were able, has been taken up by a new crew and is running its old charter routes once more.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"There's really nothing wrong with it as far as we can tell," said the Alert's new captain, Captain Ombuti, when The Gielinor Times spoke to him. "We still don't know what happened to its old crew, but the ship's in fine working order. It would be a shame not to make use of it."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">[b]Business as usual?[/b]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">There has been no sign of the mysterious tribals who set upon the lumber colony of Jack's Headache. We spoke to its owner, Lucy Carrington. "The camp's slowly getting back on its feet. Obviously, with the help of the Brimhaven Port Authority, we are leaving no stone unturned in our search for the missing lumberjacks." Thus far, there has been no sign of them, but there have also been no more abductions. So, is the crisis over?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">No, says Kalash of Tai Bwo Wannai: "The night before last, we heard calls for help from the jungle to the north." He agreed to speak with The Gielinor Times in the hope that this would raise awareness of the situation. "A few of us went out to look in the morning, but there was nothing there; no sign that anyone had been there during the night." When asked if he could describe the calls for help, he had this to say: "They sounded Karamjan, but we could only make out the occasional few words. It was like they were speaking a different language."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">[b]A man with a runestone.[/b]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Coupled with these phantom pleas for help are several reported sightings of "a Karamjan man in northern clothing, fiddling with a strange runestone." This man, The Gielinor Times has learned, has been sighted in Shilo Village, Tai Bwo Wannai, and even as far north as Musa Point. Jirimmy Spirot, a bartender in Musa Point, had this to say: "The only reason he stood out around here, o'course, was that runestone. That and his odd behaviour. We found him standing down on the docks at dawn, and he looked like he'd been there all night. I think he went westwards after that, but we 'aven't seen 'im since."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Varula, a fisherwoman from Shilo Village, was able to tell us this about him: "Him was an odd sort. Talked to no one during the day, and we watched 'im disappear into the jungle at night. Some of the older men refused to look him in the eye and muttered some old saying whenever he walked by them, but they won't tell us why." True to her word, none of Shilo's elders would talk to The Gielinor Times. Interestingly, this sentiment was echoed in Tai Bwo Wannai, where nobody, not even Kalash, would answer questions about this man.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Whatever this man's origins, it is clear it is the same individual this reporter spoke to last week. He has been impossible to find for interview, but reports of him continue to emerge from within Karamja's less isolated communities. Whatever his motives and actions, and whatever the fate of these mysterious tribals and the missing lumberjacks, you can be sure The Gielinor Times will be there to bring you the stories as they unfold.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Until next week, Gielinor.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Tame Locke - The Gielinor Times

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OCTAVIUS TALBORT
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">[i]But first…[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Philosophical Brainteaser:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What happens when an unstoppable force meets an unbreakable wall?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">[b]An interview with Octavius Talbot, Wizard.[/b]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Octavius Talbot is a dull wizard with an exciting personality and Dark Green robes, he is followed everywhere by his faithful pet penguin Hector. In his hands is a strange pot, it appears to be cylindrical, and it's purpose is unknown to me.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Q: Octavius, what exactly is it that you do?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A: Well usually I sit in my house and play with chemicals, but today I went out to buy groceries.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Q:Why do you have a pet penguin?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I've had Hector for quite awhile now, he follow me wherever I go and sometimes takes my money for gambling with other aviary creatures, but he's not supposed to do that.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Q: That doesn't make any sense.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A: Well now that you mention it, that doesn't make any sense. Hector.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Q: Would you support the drowning of a kitten to save the lives of 1000 people?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A: Well, kittens actually have nine lives, so yes, because the kitten would have eight more.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In my defense, it was my first interview, and I had no idea how to react. As such I thought that perhaps switching tactics would produce more beneficial results.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Q:So you're an anti-kitten supporter?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A: I love kittens

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Q:Then why would you let them lose even just one life?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A:They have nine, they will be fine.

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NOVTUMBERFEST, THE FUN FEST
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">On the 1st of Novtumber, the White Knights of Falador held a grand festival in their citadel known as 'Vallancia'. The first thing one could see upon entering was the decorations, which added a spooky atmosphere to the decked out citadel.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Buxom maidens in lederhosen walked around the grounds happily, handing out ale with a smile. After the crowd of entering people thinned out the first event began - a drinking contest. Participants gulped down tankards of ale for the prize of gold coins and the winner won the event with eleven tankards consumed.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With the guests liquored up the second event began - a miming contest. The participants began trying to copy a mime with hair the color of blood and tested their ability to perform while slightly or very intoxicated. A woman by name of Eravvi won this event. When the miming contest won the guests were led to a very large maze, specially made for Novtumberfest.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The maze was made of stone and metal, with plenty of tricks and traps. The race added a quick-paced flare to the event and participants rushed and whirled in all directions. Even the correspondent covering the event found she could not penetrate the maze's core and make it past the middle before a very fast guest won.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">After the guests got their blood pumping and energy rushing, they went over to a room designed and modeled after the Party Room. The people who participated in this event pulled out all their moves and chatted - fun was certainly had by all in this relaxed event. Balloons fell shortly after full of random prizes.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The last event was a costume contest. Most guests donned their outfits for the entire evening, but a few rushed to changing rooms after dancing for last-minute alterations or to get into costume. The correspondent there was very surprised, along with the hosts Sir Bool and Lord Dion of Entrana, of the effort put into the outfits. Many were homemade or evidently had a fair bit of coin spent on them.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The hosts decided that to pick only three winners was too little for the masses of dressed up people. After a few minutes of discussion, a few more winners were picked amidst a clapping crowd. The winners lined up toward the audience and smiled as they received their prizes. There were a few jealous members of the audience, but all in all, it was an enjoyable event.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">When the winner of the mime event, Eravvi, was asked about the highlights of her evening she decided the maze and costume contest were her favorite parts, "It [the maze] was a bit tricky but I can't say it wasn’t enjoyable! That and the fact I got to dress up, nothing beats a good dressing up now does it?"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">By all accounts Novtumberfest was a complete success. Sir Bool Cowbra of the White Knights could not be reached for comment, but the pumpkin-headed commander certainly held visible excitement throughout the evening as he hosted the events.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Dana Hayes - Asgarnia Correspondent - The Gielinor Times

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HOROSCOPES
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Aquarius: Keep alert, you will learn something very important this week. Accept instruction.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Aries: Being cautious doesn't mean to stop trying new things. There's no need to avoid the unknown now. Keep your eyes open.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Cancer: Being polite is a practical virtue. Use information, not emotions, to persuade others. New challenges bring about greater rewards.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Capricorn: A surprise pops up, from a loved one or child. Be sure to pay attention.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Gemini: A brilliant insight propels your studies. Pursue an unusual interest.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Leo: Play with long-range plans. Don't try out a new idea now, more practice is required.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Libra: Be respectful of possibly unstable conditions. Be sensitive in a potential conflict. Negotiate terms.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Pisces: It's a high productivity week. Keep costs low. It's not a good time to discuss finances.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Sagittarius: Opposites attract even more so now. Get something you've longed for. Do yourself proud.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Scorpio: Be prepared, there's a choice to make. Select harmonious surroundings.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Taurus: Research thrives this week. New opportunities present themselves. Stay patient

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Virgo: A possible financial surprise could arise. Be receptive.

THE SKY IS BLUE
'' Beside the article is a rather small-ish blue field. When looking closer, the reader might start to see swirling shapes in the blue, perhaps clouds... and a thin, thin line of ground at the very bottom. ''

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Whenever you look up at the sky, there is something strange and explainable: the sky is blue. Even though this strange phenomenon has been adequately explained by philosophers ("Our world is suffering from mild depression";) it is now time to look at this from an entirely deeper, even more philosophical perspective.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Why is the sky blue? More importantly, what does this mean in relation to our future? How can the sky affect us outside of rain, hail, and snow? The answer to this question is surprisingly simple: It isn't important.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What other colors could the sky be? would we be influenced differently if it was green? Or even brown? It may be logical to say that the sky's color is what in a notable influence on our lives. During rainy days, we tend to be sad, tired, or even moody. When it's a sunny day, many tend to go outside, and are subsequently happy.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What's even more important about the sky,is that it provides a welcome distraction from the ground. Without the sky, we would be surrounded by trees, and buildings. But thanks to the sky, we have a welcome interruption. The sky also provides a nice scapegoat, so that whenever there are problems, we can blame the sky.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">This answers nice questions such as:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Why are you soaked in water?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Is it raining?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What is up?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Overall, I think many of us can conclude that the sky is a good thing. It provides a welcome distraction from the ground, it is an adequate scapegoat, and it allows philosophers to waste their time on something much less dangerous than helping people.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Etna Bryan Williams - Columnist – The Gielinor Times

TRICK OR TREAT?
<p class="MsoNormal">'' At the very top, on both sides of the header, are two scary faces similar to the ones seen commonly on carved pumpkins, laughing at the reader with scorn. Farther down, a vampire clad in dark clothes with a thin thread of blood from his mouth running down his bleak face, is spreading his arms and wings- or is that a cape? ''

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With the recent crisis of souls trapped in bodies ending and death being returned to his throne of bones: Gielinor now escalates into a whirl of celebrations for not only the end of a short horror, but the history of all horrific happenings and everything scary in the world.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Across the globe, each Kingdom is doing their own thing. In Misthalin, there will be a week of celebratory events.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"> [dimgrey]Monday 28th October[/dimgrey] Street party and Costume Competition at Varrock Square 

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"> [dimgrey]Tuesday 29th October[/dimgrey] Zombie Hide’n’ Seek in Varrock 

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"> [dimgrey]Wednesday 30th October[/dimgrey] Haunted House tour in Draynor 

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"> [dimgrey]Friday 1st November[/dimgrey] Trick or treating throughout Misthalin [dimgrey] Event is in Varrock[/dimgrey] 

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With a host of various people including myself, Esmeralda Salmassi, Misthalin is diving into a sea of celebrations along with the rest of the world. But the main question remains unanswered. The first ever question that kicked off these celebrations hundreds of years ago: the real answer unknown to even death himself:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Trick or treat?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times

THROUGH FRACTURED GLASS - PART 4
Pulling his right hand out of its pocket, Alistair jammed the jagged, large shard of metal held in it into the flower's wrist in an attempt to cut it off.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The blood-curdling scream that came from the flower echoed through the air. The wrist was torn almost completely loose from its arm and the petals writhed in pain as the torn arm flailed.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"NOOOO!"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair stabbed again, his mind shutting away the pain and the screams and the weak attempts at survival as he overpowered the flower, fighting for his life. The screams grew more and more agonized and at long last they dissipated into a gurgled death groan. The color of the flower's petals drained from them, purple soaking into the ground like spilled blood, as they fell limp around him and the wrist came free.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Alistair turned around and ran back to the safety of the pool. The petals of the defeated flower shriveled, black and dead in an instant. The arm lay limp and lifeless on the ground next to the hand, as if trying desperately to put itself back together. The other flowers closed up their petals and went dim, satisfied that there was no food to be found here.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As the sky began to grow dark, Alistair fell back into the soft mossy grass and shut his weary eyes. The warm, sweet smelling air overtook his troubled mind quickly and soon he drifted off to nowhere, for who can dream when they are prisoners of a dream already?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As the sun rolled high into the sky the next morning, Alistair awoke to find the clearing had grown dull and lifeless. The trickling stream that had trailed its way into the crystal pool had run dry and the water turned murky. Near the edge of the clearing, the arm he'd battled remained outstretched toward its decapitated hand. He stood and rushed forward into the forest, not daring look back.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Once more encroached upon by the trees, the many colored flowers opened their petals to him, and followed behind as far as their stems reached. On the wind, the same sing-song voice called to him again.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"That's it, sweetness.  To me, to mommy!"

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">No sound came from him except the occasional rasped breath as Alistair ran towards the only way point he had; the voice that beckoned him forward. The trees grew in a thick mass that blocked out the sun until finally it was only by the inner glow that emanated from the various flowers that he could see anything. All around him, strange sounds assaulted the solace of the forest. Animals roared and growled and called out as they ran away or, to his terror, toward him.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A rectangle of warm firelight cut through the darkness, and the voice grew louder as it did. The light urged him onwards, bringing up a victorious scream that burst from his chest as he sprinted madly towards it.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Hurry, child, come to mommy!  They're almost here!" The sing-song voice called to him lovingly.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As he ran, the beam of light moved toward him, as if it too was running; running to greet him, running to catch him. He hit the light and burst through the doorway into a warm kitchen. A woman stood at a far counter, slicing meat with a large carving knife. She wore a long dress colored in a undesirable mesh of green, brown and yellow velvet, and her hair hung in long brown plaits. She turned to him and the door behind him slammed shut with a finalizing click as the lock slid into place.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">To Be Continued...

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake - Columnist - The Gielinor Times

THE CALL OF KHARAZI
This week I was fortunate enough to get an interview with the head of the Brimhaven Port Authority, Sir Ronald Legrasse. A Kandar in origin like myself, he was willing to give an interview and provide information on the Port Authority's investigation into the mysterious "Kharazi happenings," as they have been named by Karamjans, on the condition that the exact locations are not mentioned within the article, nor are the names of those identified so far. As such, names and locations have been omitted.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Good morning, Sir Ronald. Could you tell us a little bit about the recent developments within your investigation?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"There have been several. Over the past week a large number of corpses have been found. Though we have many more lines of inquiry to pursue, it appears these are the same men who attacked the camp known as Jack's Headache some weeks ago. On top of this, several days ago we launched a major raid on what is suspected to be a place of worship for this strange, hitherto unknown tribe. Sadly, we were unable to capture any of them alive for interrogation. They all took their own lives before we were able to take them into custody."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Can you describe the raid?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Three days before the raid took place, we received an anonymous tip-off telling us that a large ritual would be taking place deep within the Kharazi jungle. We were provided with the exact coordinates and the best time to strike. Naturally I assembled what men I could and we began our journey."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Was there anything unusual about the journey?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"You could say that, yes. Each night when we made camp, we would hear these ceaseless cries for help, coming from a short distance away. Never sounded like it was more than a few hundred yards away, but there was never a thing to be found. As soon as we got close, they'd move away, further into the jungle. Then once we returned to camp they'd be back where they were. Made it difficult to sleep at night."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"On top of this, once we were within a day's journey of the proposed ritual site, there began a drumming unlike anything I've heard before. It was deep, far deeper than I thought a drum could sound, and it could apparently be heard for miles around. Pipes, too, began to make themselves heard as we hacked our way through the jungle. Playing a tune that repeated itself incessantly."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What did you see as you approached?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"As we reached the area, the jungle became thicker than anywhere I've known it. We could hear a great caterwauling and sounds of chanting as we got near to the site. Once we broke through the last great thickness of vegetation, we were greeted with a sight I don't think any of us will forget, much as we'd like to. I'm reasonably certain some of my men lost their minds there and then; they fell to their knees and we could not muster them for the fight. At least one man died of a heart-attack upon entering the clearing in which the tribe danced. I think shock claimed another."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Danced, Inspector?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Yes, danced. They stood in a clearing in the jungle, up to their knees - for those that had knees - in water. A small pool had formed there, around an island in the centre. Well, those of us able to retain our wits set to work. We broke through into the clearing and spread out into a defensive formation, and several of the men loosed their crossbows before the order was given, though I can hardly blame them. The tribe looked as though it would put up a fight at first, but they realised quickly that the game was up. Many fell on their spears or cut themselves with their exotically poisoned blades, falling as though our mere eyesight was scything them down."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Were you able to learn anything from the corpses?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Only that these men and women were quite possibly not human. Their fingers and toes were heavily webbed. Of course this can happen to humans, but not to this extent. On top of this, their eyes were filmy, like those of a fish."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Many of them, especially the older among them, seemed to have oddly disfigured spines. They appeared hunched over, like their backbones were forcing them over forwards. Many of my men were sick at the sight of these creatures; we have to deal with a lot at the Brimhaven Port Authority, but nothing there was able to prepare us for this."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Were there any other clues at the ritual site?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"The oddest thing we found there was the thing they were dancing around. A bas-relief, a little shorter than a human's shin bone and as thick at its thickest point as a man's thigh, sat on this island in the middle of the lake. The figure it depicted... I don't know what it was. Imagine a fish possessed of arms and legs, with the eyes and mouth of a demon. It was like that, it belied some sort of human intelligence. Perhaps worse."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Sir Ronald Legrasse was unable to show me the bas-relief as it is currently being stored as evidence.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Were you able to discern any other clues from what you found at the ritual site? Such as the location of the missing lumberjacks?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"Sadly not. No other clues were to be found at the sight, and as yet we have no other major leads. The informant who led us to the cultists in the first place has yet to get back in touch with us."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Well readers, this would appear to be all we have for this week. I was unable to squeeze any more information out of Sir Ronald or anyone else at the Brimhaven Port Authority, though my investigation does not stop here. Needless to say people are now beginning to look up and take notice; the secrets shall soon be out, I feel. Sleep tight until then, Gielinor.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Tame Locke - Karamja Correspondent - The Gielinor Times

VARROCK MURDER VICTIM IDENTIFIED
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Last week the people were informed of a body that was discovered in Southern Varrock. After many dodged questions, the Varrockian City Guard released a statement confirming rumors of foul play.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"The cause of death has been confirmed," said the Varrock City Guard's spokesman during a public announcement. "The victim was bludgeoned with an unknown weapon."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The vitcim, identified as one Elizabeth Callahan, was a resident of Varrock's Southwestern slums. Miss Callahan had no known immediate kin and no apparent ties to any gangs within the city. Though her home was investigated, no evidence linked to the murder was found.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">When asked, the Guard's spokesman said, "Unfortunately, there's just nothing to go on.  No evidence at the scene, no evidence in the victim's home."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">During the same public announcement, Empress Katrina gave a speech concerning the investigation.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"We are not done with this.  Not until justice is served for this poor soul.  Anyone with information, no matter how small the detail, is asked to come forward immediately."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake Misthalin Correspondent – The Gielinor Times

HOLD-UP ENDS IN HANGING
<span style="color:rgb(118,113,113);">Beside the article is a bleak, desolate reach with a gallows in the forefront, from which two indistinct, thought definitely human shapes softly sway. A lone crow sits on top of the gallows, calling out in mourning

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">On Novtumber 8th, two thieves were hung in a private execution sanctioned by the Asgarnian government. The thieves are the most recent and the last in a line of deaths culminated by the duo, bringing the total up to 17. The two men, identified as Joseph "Joe" Minders and Jack Farcy, were feared by many shop-keepers and merchants. They earned a bloody reputation for murdering any witnesses or persons close to the areas they robbed.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The thieves, called the "Jack & Joe gang" by citizens, terrorized the more poverty-stricken areas of Falador and the smaller towns which lay in the outskirts of the city. In their six month career, they committed eleven robberies and murdered 15 people. They gained notoriety when the murder of Benjamin Spinders, aged 11, was made public by officials. Sir Kuir of the White Knights declared the death "one of the worst in the history of Falador."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With the tension finally gone, shop-keepers and their assistants are breathing a sigh of relief. "It's like I can finally open my doors without wondering if it was going to be the last time I opened them." said George Parcy, 66. "I'm glad those bandits are dead. What they did was an abomination. No person, especially a child, ought to be killed because they were stocking boxes on shelves."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">George's assistant, Sarlow, was equally cheerful. "Every time a customer came inside, my heart would stop. I was so scared I was going to be killed."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The capture and execution of "Jack & Joe" happened almost by accident. A White Knight identified as Sir Ree happened to be, "in the right place in the right time." as he said. Sir Ree's heroic arrest included grabbing twine and making a trip-wire between two shelf-aisles. Once they were on the ground, Sir Ree beat them until they stopped moving. "I'm not a hero, I'm just a knight who did his duty. I hope I can continue to live up to those duties and provide for the well-being of my fellow citizen." he stated.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">With the two bandits finally dead, it seems the mercantile industry in Falador can continue forward. Shop-keepers are already noticing a rise in sales, according to George Parcy. "People were scared to come in. They didn't want to walk in on something and die. But it's all over now and people are coming back in. They're chatting and smiling and it's like the old times."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">If Mr.Parcy's observation holds true, Falador's mercantile industry is on its way to mending, which means more profit for the city. Overall, the sun in Falador seems to shine brighter in the shaded alleys and small roads. A feeling of security has returned to the land of sun and the city is happier. Thieves and ne'er-do wells best take a page from this lesson in Faladan history and learn that crime never pays.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Dana Hayes - Asgarnian Correspondent - The Gielinor Times

A DEAD MAN IN MY GARDEN!
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">For months, people have been reporting sightings of the undead roaming about the central Kandarin region. Not in the same way as the horrid events of the undead assualt on the capital city, but in what appears to be a far less dangerous way. Reports of the unsightly returned range from chopping down local lumber, to mining stone from the Arandar Mountains. Strange as that sounds, it seems that there is knowledge of these seemingly sentient beings by the crown and Kandarin government. Though no document was found, Head Inquisitor Bailey Meeks was availible to state, "There is a peace treaty. I have seen it and handled it myself. It entails a peace between the Sellenos Tribes, and the Kingdom of Kandarin. It was signed by various members of the so called tribes, and a member of the Kandarin royal family. I have nothing else to disclose at this time."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Other incidents of the undead popping up seem to include tresspassing, as well as petty theft and even assualt in some cases. Most reports of the later tell of a confused undead subject, who acted hastily in what seems to be fear or confusion. Other reports tell of these ugly creatures poaching on land of known and established hunters, such as Taylor Bindings, whos stated, "I don't know what it was doing out there. Looked to me like it was trying to use a snare to catch itself a rabbit. Never knew them things ate rabbits. These are strange times, friend. I seen one them over by the river, mining a bunch of rock up for Saradomin knows what."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Further questioning led to a one Valentius Avendarr, a dormant mercenary currently housed in Ardougne. Speaking with him showed that the inner parts of the city seem unaffected by the undead, they seeming to stay away from large groups. As he said, however "They don't belong here, this world is ours .The world of the living. Icthlarin take them." It is quite clear that the average people are not welcoming of their unsightly neighbors.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Some people, however, seem almost welcoming of their new undead friends. Speaking with Seargent Rolf Rolferson via commorb, portrayed a more positive outlook on the undead. "They're out of the way, and we'll lose good men if we try. Plus, I have my sympathies for them. I'd not wish that fate on my own enemy, and I hope they find peace, Saradomin willing.", Rolf said. His remarks were not all positive, however. "I'm uncomfortable with them. It's odd and unnatural." This being said, Rolferson also shed a bit of light on who signed the hidden treaty. Stating that "His Majesty Oliver Cleeves, who -in his wisdom- created a peace treaty." Why was the treaty, and the very existence of the Sellenos, kept a secret?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Seeing that there are political walls around the subject, and the people's clear disdain for them,it begs the question. What exactly /are/ the Sellenos Tribes? What do they want, and why are they even here? In anycase, there is plenty of oddities to attempt to wrap your mind around.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In Other News

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Random forest fires appear to be starting south of Ardougne, in randomised locations but always not too far from Le'Gaunt Manor, whilst it's shown they have no interest in destroying the land. The fires are magical in origin and reports indicate a distinct dull purple pair of eyes staring out from the flames at periodic times. Mages called in report the fires to be the cause of uncontrolled portal magic, the residual energies leaking back onto the surrounding forests.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Those responsible are yet to be identified.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Robert Hans - Kandarin Corespondent – The Gielinor Times

HOROSCOPES
Aquarius: Don't be afraid to negotiate to get what you want. Take control and make your dreams come true.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Aries: Make plans to travel to old, familiar locations. New beginnings will rejuvinate you.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Cancer: Voice your opinions and follow through with plans that will point in a rewarding direction.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Capricorn: Take some personal time and travel. You'll discover people, places and activities that make you feel alive.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Gemini: Emotions are on the rise. Engage in activities that are conducive to love and romance.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Leo: A sudden change in your financial situation will encourage you to make personal improvements.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Libra: Getting involved in an unusual group or situation will be enlightening. Now is the time to branch out.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Pisces: Your polished and precise way of presenting yourself and your abilities will lead to an interesting turn of events.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Sagittarius: Be willing to compromise and strive for equality. A change of heart will lead to happiness.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Scorpio: Weigh the pros and cons of your motives. Making a lifestyle change may not be easy, but it will be rewarding.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Taurus: Plan to have a good time. Your actions will make a difference. Keep in mind that you don't need to overdo it to have fun.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Virgo: Take part in events that will broaden your horizons. If you pay attention and work hard, you'll make some fascinating discoveries.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Madame Sibella - Horoscope Writer – The Gielinor Times

A CHAT WITH THE COMMANDER
Today, I had the pleasure catching up with and conducting an interview with Sir Bool Cowbra of the White Knights. I met the handsome commander in a pristine meeting room over a very nicely polished desk. Sir Bool, approaching middle-age, appeared youthful and energetic through-out the interview and his twinkling eyes told of a man devoted to citizen and soldier alike.

"How do the White Knights operate exactly, Commander?" Sir Bool wasted no time in responding to my question, smiling broadly as he did so. "We operate in many different ways to help Asgarnia. It can be by doing a simple patrol through the city of Falador, or responding to a band of raiding pirates down in Port Sarim."

"Fascinating! How exactly do the White Knights train for this and for other situations?" I asked him. "There are many different training methods we go over for each and every rank. Training within the order is not only physical, but mental as well. We ensure that all knights are up to standard in all possible situations. Physical training can be very intense and can include mock-battles, running laps, lifting weights, and even small things such as cooking field rations properly for large groups of men and women on the field."

I was very interested in the way they perform and asked further. "Has the way you train or function changed since the return of Saradomin?" Sir Bool, still more put together than any general I've ever seen, replied to this merrily. "A lot of changed since his return. Most noticeably, our tactics and weapons. Previously, we were an all-melee group, but we had the opportunity to transition over to taking advantage of wizards and archers within the order since the Battle of Lumbridge. Religious tolerance has gone down a lot in the order and we now have higher and more strict requirements that adhere to Saradomin's will. We've also lost thousands of dutiful men and women.

So we are recruiting much, much, more in hopes of leading everyone to the light clarifying any confusion they may have amongst Saradomin."

I nodded at his excellent response and continued. "How do you plan to protect Falador and deal with a fractured Asgarnia?" His calm smile never faltered. "Well, we are already protecting Falador and have been doing so for more than a hundred years. As for a fractured Asgarnia-..." He paused for a second, collecting his thoughts. "We do not recognize those unorganized lunatics who wear wooden crowns about and march ahead of their army of cow-hide armored boys. Some may claim to have authority other the kingdom, some may be more professional than others, but so far they've not caused much harm to the people of Asgarnia, the economy, or the average lifestyle."

Our eyes remained firmly locked as he went on. "Port Sarim is still thriving with trade, the farmlands near Rimmington are rich with smiling farmers doing their jobs. The citizens know the White Knights and Saradomin have their backs, so neither of us will be changing our ways to conform to false thrones anytime soon."

I glanced at the time and realized our time was almost over. "One last question, Commander. What is the current standing of the White Knights with the Kinshra and are tensions higher now that both respective gods have returned?" Sir Bool nodded at this question, smiling as he does. It seems he was proud to answer the question as he did. "We haven't seen or heard of the Black Knights since they ran off as they watched their god fall before Saradomin. Tensions are basically the same. Daquarius and Remus are just doing what their boss says, as are we, which means nothing is more personal than before. Tensions were probably higher in 164 than they are now, but there's no doubt about them raising up to that level when the globe starts to feel more heat from the new God Wars." After this, he both had to leave. We wish him luck.

Dana Hayes - Asgarnian Correspondent

<u style="font-size:15px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;">EQUIPTMENT OF THE EAST
Recently, with the increased trade with the Wushanko Isles, more and more odd looking combat gear has been appearing on the backs of adventurers throughout Gielinor. The people of the east have a very different set of designs and themes for their armour.

A very popular set of Eastern armour goes by the name of Tetsu. Its golden varnish can’t be missed on the backs of approaching mercenaries. The armour consists of quilted plates unlike any Western armour.

I paid a visit to the city of Lumbridge and spoke with a combat instructor there. She claims that, “the armour is light and quite resistant to almost all slashes. It lacks in protection from stabs though, and its appearance is just Saradomin-awful ugly!”. Although I do agree that the armour looks similar to a Karamjan monkey that fell into a wooden plank factory while being devoured by scoprions, I would have to say that its lightweight structure makes it ideal for quick-footed soldiers. Blacksmiths all around Gielinor are working on mimicking the Tetsu armour, and giving it a self-respecting appearance so our strong-hearted warriors of Gielinor actually want to wear it. So watch out, iron-clad brutes! There may be a new age of equipment just over the horizon.

Sigfred Kronich - Columnist - The Gielinor Times

KANDAR KING DEAD
Vectis Vekon, patriarch of the Vekon family and former King of Kandarin died three days ago after passing away peacefully during the night.

Understandably unable to obtain interviews with the late Vectis’ family, we turned to you, the people, to evaluate and discuss his reign and his life: which retuned mixed feedback.

Most high Kandarin officials who worked closely with Vectis described him as a meaningful person – Someone who simply wanted to offer his subjects a nice, peaceful life. However this view was not shared by some of his former people.

Marien Battersby, druid priestess of a small druid faction in the forests of Kandarin described him as an “uncaring, dominating overlord who wanted to shape the kingdom into a so called greatness without thinking about what his subjects really wanted.” She later explained herself, revealing that she was affected by the king’s anti guthixian druid law which ended in her two sons being brutally murdered in a Kandarin lead attack to ‘purify’ the lands.

On the other hand, former archmage of Kandarin: Aranitus Aren couldn’t speak fondly enough of the former king. Describing him as a man who  was “quite ruthless in his handlings of situations” yet “always wanted to make his kingdom better”.

We also caught up with the former Count of Draynor, now Commander Logan Courval. “He was an interesting person” he began. “He obviously liked power; there was no doubt about that. He came to Draynor demanding entrance to the portal sight – When my guards refused; he showed a warrant from Empress Katrina which I later found to be forged.” He continued. “But I suppose his interests were just to get some intel so he could protect his kingdom, possibly. Who knows?” he concluded.

After all that, we can conclude that while a dominating force in Gielinor: the former king of Kandarin had some genuine wants to protect his people – however his morals possibly lacked considerably in his methods of protection.

The Gielinor Times sends their kind regards and respects to the Vekon family and relitives: feeling sorry for their loss – While also thanking everyone who assisted in this article.

Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times

<u style="font-size:15px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;">THE AVAILABILITY OF LIBRARIES
Every now and then, the educated classes - the class that can read (lucky you!) enjoys a good book. What is problematic is that outside of the local libraries, extensive collections of detailed source documents rarely exist. The classic novels of our time, Legend of the Brothers and The Tale of Scorpius have been replaced with more 'practical' dull, dry manuals for everything from baking pies to drawing portraits.

This would not be a problem if many of these books remained available to the public. Large printing agencies such as the Gielinor Times try to remedy this problem, but their production capacity is limited by the profits they can produce for each reprinting. Libraries across the world are another source, though in these times a somewhat limited one due to their location.

Libraries are mainly found in castles, behind locked gates and stone walls (courtesy of the new God Wars), or behind the shuttered windows and closed doors as part of a private collection. This exclusiveness, though it does prevent knowledge from being destroyed, similarly prevents it from reaching the minds and eyes of the masses where ideas can propagate. This deprivation of ancient knowledge is now supplemented by self-help, self-teach books that does not fully provide the broadening of literary horizons that expands the imagination.

One of the many ways we could solve this vacuum of information is to begin copying and distributing documents across the world, to make them easier to access to peasants seeking meaningful works. This would circumvent the badly-needed defense of important strongholds, while allowing the information glued to scrolls or inside of books to flow freely onto the shelves of the able-minded. Associated with this could be the gradual lowering of defenses in areas not under immediate threat to allow more people to retrieve good knowledge.

COURVAL PROMOTED
The military of Misthalin has recently gone through a change of hands, due to reasons unable to be commented on. Logan Courval, former Count of Draynor Village, has been set in place as the new General. "I've gained a lot of skill and experience from the recent Battle of Lumbridge.  So I put myself forward."

Along with this change in command comes several changes in the way things are handled, including the addition of the City Guards into the military regime. "Now there's a line of communication all the way through." The Knights of Varrock, however, remain separate from the Misthalin military. "I trust Logan's judgement, don't get me wrong," said the Empress. "I just feel more comfortable keeping my Knights separate.  They protect my family specifically.  I want them focused on that job first and foremost."

Plans for an update in military training are also underway, according to General Courval. Soldiers will learn to work together in totally new situations with totally new people. Regiments will be mixed together and expected to handle unusual situations without outside help.

When asked about the effects these changes should have on the people, General Courval said, "I don't want them to feel vulnerable or alienated.  I just want them to know that their protection is genuinely the top of my priorities."

The Gielinor Times thanks Empress Katrina and General Courval for their time and willingness to speak about these changes.

Lia Blake - Misthalin Correspondent - The Gielinor Times

<u style="font-size:15px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;">THROUGH FRACTURED GLASS - PART 5
"Sweetness!  You're just in time.  Mommy made cookies!"

Alistair stood dumbfound at the door for a few breathless moments. Then, clutching the metal make-shift weapon, he walked further inside. In the center of the room a table stood much taller than she, or even Alistair, resembling a table one might find in a giant's home. A stool stood near it, forming a sort of over-sized ladder to the tabletop.

"They're on the table.  Be careful, sweet.  They're hot."

Nodding, Alistair jumped onto the stool and climbed his way up- already expecting something awful to greet him.

When he reached the top of the stool he could just barely see over the table's edge. The tray of cookies looked completely normal, aside from the fact that each was as big as his head. Chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven.

As he drew nearer, the scent of their freshness took the air, completely filling the room. The woman walked to the table, and as she did, her body grew taller and taller until she stood at the table as if it were a normal size. She looked down on him with a giant smile and waited.

All too distracted by the scent of fresh baked cookies and his own hunger, Alistair never even noticed that the woman had, indeed, become a giant. He took a cookie in both hands and immediately bit into it. It was sweet and warm and perfect- and then...

All across his hands and around his mouth, a creepy-crawly sensation began. He dropped the cookie and turned around with an unsettled expression to look at the woman. As the cookie dropped, it burst into a mass of beetles that skittered across the table and down to the floor.

The woman frowned and leaned in closer, bringing her face nearer to his small figure.

"Is something the matter, sweetness?"

Alistair turned and ran, desperate to escape the house; to escape the strange world he'd fallen into. But before he could even reach the edge of the table, the woman blocked his path with one large hand. Something changed in her face, and what motherly visage might have been there was long gone.

"You're not my sweetness!  You're not my boy!" She bellowed at him in absolute rage.

Panic took him over, so strong that for a few long, vital moments he was absolutely still. The moment he managed to gather himself, however, he turned back around and tried to dart off again.

The woman shouted again, shaking the room with her giant voice. She reached down and plucked him up from the table with two fingers, bringing him up against her face. Though he flailed his arms in weak attempts to get away from her grasp, it was all in vain.

"Where's my sweetness?" Her eyes crossed as she looked at his tiny form in her fingers and she grimaced.

"I-..I don't know!"

"You killed him!  You miserable beast!  You killed my little boy, didn't you?!" She wailed, so sure her boy was dead. And in a place like this, who knew for sure?

To Be Continued...

Lia Blake - Columnist - The Gielinor Times

NEW CHURCH CAUSES POSSIBLE THREAT TO ANGLIA AND GIELINOR
With the birth of the Anglian Kingdom, Gielinor also welcomes another new arrival into its arms: The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents takes the best bits from Guthixian, Armadylean and Saradominist faiths; combining them into one codex of various teachings to provide stability and “a better life” one man explains.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The church is currently mainly located in Anglia as its default faith: lead by his holiness, Magnus; formerly known as Magnus Godwin, member of the Godwin House. The church also has a branch in Varrock, Misthalin – However unable to obtain the role of default faith.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Its birth has been both successful and, to some, concerning. Successful in the respect that it has obtained the role of default faith in Anglia and has begun making foundations in Misthalin; however some believe that its arrival may cause unwanted god conflict in and around Anglia.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A woman from Draynor, who wished to remain anonymous, stated her views on the matter. “It’s god wars 2.” She began. “What if Armadyl and Saradomin fight each other? What then? Who’s to say that they won’t target it’s supporters for being unfaithful or disrespectful as they’ve tried to counter the gods power?” she continued. “He’s playing with the power of the gods, now. That’s risky enough.” She concluded. When asked to comment, his holiness denied all possible concerns; stating that they will try their best to not offend the gods involved in the church and condemn all power-struggles.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In the event at which a follower of The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents needs to pray, his holiness explained that the follower in question would pray to the god that “best fitted the situation.” It is unclear if The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents codex defines which god to be better in which situation, or if the follower may choose which god to pray too.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">To some, this church is a “great thing” that will provide “lost souls a place to call home”. To others, it’s a risky affair and possibly to others, a battle waiting to happen.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times

PUBLIC LIBRARY PLANS UNFOLD IN VARROCK
Developers plan to begin construction in the coming months on the Ptolemy Dean Library, a gleaming three-story library that represents the latest step in Misthalin's road to a better life for its people.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The project, first proposed by the Empress one year ago, boasts to be the largest public library in Gielinor to date, and its purpose is aimed squarely at providing a wealth of knowledge world-wide.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“Knowledge is our greatest gift,” said Empress Katrina. “We need a place to celebrate it, that isn't locked away behind Palace doors. This library is the first of many new establishments to come and I think it’s an exciting building block for all the good things happening in Misthalin.”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The library will be named after well-known Misthalin citizen and retired Museum Curator, Ptolemy Dean, for his efforts in protecting the people of Varrock and preserving the history of Misthalin during the Worshipper Occupation.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The library's development group includes Enchantments By Bordeleaux, the Arrav Group of Misthalin and Vecerati Development Company.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The library is the first phase of a large-scale effort, the ambitious attempt to improve Misthalin's quality of life that the Empress first proposed before the Battle of Lumbridge. The After-Battle rebuilding in Lumbridge has put a hold on the library's construction, but the plans remain solid and Empress Katrina is eager to get the project underway.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The Empress said, "It's been a long wait, but well worth it.  When the construction is finished, I believe the library will be a beacon of hope to the people.  We've had our troubles, but things are going to get better."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Solid plans for a grand opening cannot be commented on so early into the project, but the Empress has confirmed that there will be a small ceremony to honour Ptolemy Dean when the library's doors officially open.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake - <span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;line-height:107%;">Columnist – The Gielinor Times 

ANGLIAN KING CROWNED
As I’m sure you’re all aware, Varis Grey, CEO of Grey Corporations and former King of Asgarnia announced the formation of the Anglia Kingdom: reinstating his Kingship title. The world went into a buzz as very mixed feelings arose about the new and former king. <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Since his downfall, Grey has “regretted” his decision of abdicating to Kandarin and, to some, causing the political mess that Asgarnia is now in. In an interview, he expressed his feelings towards Asgarnia; saying that he has always regretted it and wished he didn’t abdicate: claiming it was the “wrong decision.”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">He claims that, after failed attempts at working with The White Knights to reform Asgarnia: he and his associates resorted to taking the land they own and forming the Kingdom of Anglia; currently housing Rimmington and Monvallis.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As well as a new kingdom, Varis also has taken a leap into unchartered waters and changed the default religion within Anglia to The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents: a new church that selects the ‘best’ bits from Guthixian, Armadylian and Saradominian faiths.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">When asked to comment on if the new king had any concerns around the new church bringing unwanted god conflict to Anglia, he replied in a calm tone, claiming that he had no concerns.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Be sure to read on to our article about The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents; going in depth as to what concerns Anglia claim to not see.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times

HOROSCOPES
Aquarius: Your thirst for knowledge will lead to engaging conversations and research that will help you mastermind some big plans. Mingle and ask questions.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Aries: Slow down and take a moment to look before you leap. Take precautions and don't say or do something that you might regret. A false sense of security should be discouraged.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Cancer: Work hard and finish everything you do. Your ability to get the jobe done will result in more opportunities. Don't let your productivity suffer, give it your best.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Capricorn: Attend events that will help you reconnect with your past. Invite change and offer suggestions. Follow your heart wherever it may lead.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Gemini: The opportunity to try something new or to give and old idea a new twist will prove enlightening. Exploring new possibilities or gathering information that will help you get more.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Leo: Show everyone how much fun you can be this week. Get involved in activities that have a creative or unusual twist. Brave whatever storm you face and don't back down.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Libra: Keep your life simple. Accept the inevitable and work on a stable, sensible project. Keep your head down. You deserve a treat, not a headache.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Pisces: Make subtle alterations that ensure safety. A supportive individual will point you in the right direction. Be sure to pay attention.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Sagittarius: Strive for simplicity, moderation and order. Impulse will be the enemy, unless it is confined to the privace of your home.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Scorpio: Watch your spending and stay within budget. Get everything in writing, not everyone will be looking out for your best interest.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Taurus: Plunge into whatever interests you wholeheartedly. Particitpate in activities or events that will allow you to use your skills, creativity and charm to connect with people who can enrich your life.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Virgo: A project that interests you will have its problems, but also its advantages. Filter through your options and take what works for you.

SERIAL KILLER STRIKES AGAIN
On the morning of Novtumber 21st, authorities made a grizzly discovery in western Falador. What they found brought the death count of a new, but already infamous, serial killer to thirteen. In a small home, authorities allegedly came upon the appendages and limbs of a family of four.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A guardsman who spoke under anonymity described the scene as, "Messy. There were arms and legs on the floor, lined up to make the horned symbol of Zamorak. Blood was smeared around on the floor too, and on the walls. It looked like some sort of writing or code, but none that I could read." He added, "The torsos were lined up to make out a 'Z'. I never thought there could be so much blood and gore outside of a battlefield."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Sir Kuir of the White Knights identified the family to the public as the Filkinsons, who were known in western Falador for their potter shop. But one pressing issue which Sir Kuir could not give a definite answer to was why only four bodies were found, when the Filkinsons were a family of five. In response to the question, Sir Kuir replied, "While I cannot say for sure why he took the youngest Filkinson, James [aged 7], it is my belief he took the boy as a hostage. The Falador Guard has been very hot on his trail and it is to my understanding that they have this serial killer boxed in - even now, they tracking this man down. And this villain very likely knows he is about to be taken down and probably took the poor boy for his final stand."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Residents are frightened and many have begun once again to lock their doors at night. Yulissa Rolins, a mother of three, said her family was "Very scared. The little ones don't know what's going on exactly but they know to be scared. Pallow, my husband, is away at work as a lumberjack most of the day. So we stay at home just sitting there, scared. I try to keep my children entertained, but they're scared."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">But both the White Knights and the Falador Guard have assured the public that the situation is gearing down. "He's running out of places to hide." Said Sir Kuir. "He's scared and frantic for time. I believe, with a bit of luck and Saradomin's blessing, we can have this serial killer captured within a week's time. I pray to Saradomin this man gets the wisdom to surrender - the last thing the White Knights want is another corpse."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Residents and authorities remain hopeful. Everyone in the city is waiting for the day when the final showdown comes. Whether this Zamorakian killer comes through it dead or alive, time will tell.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Dana Hayes - Asgarnian Correspondent - The Gielinor Times

THROUGH FRACTURED GLASS
"I didn't!" Alistair cried, kicking and swinging his arms in a desperate attempt to escape her grip.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">But the giantess would not be convinced, and she began to stomp toward the pitch black of an ominous doorway. As they passed out of the kitchen, the warmth and light left the place and Alistair found himself being dragged through an inky black shroud.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">At long last, after many grumbles from his captor and a sinking feeling of being watched by thousands of tiny eyes, his sight was once more assaulted by a blinding light which took him a fair bit of time to adjust to.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As he blinked away the stinging sensation, he found that the giantess had brought him into a sort of parlor. Giant plush chairs beset with pink and green velvet were set about a grand fireplace and several bookcases, all lined with descriptive guides to roasting pig, were built into the walls. A door, which he could only assume lead back into the forest he'd been so ready to escape, stood locked opposite the fireplace.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The giantess took a seat on one of the pink velvet chairs and dropped Alistair into a basket which sat precariously on the edge of a tall end-table. The basket was filled with various sewing and knitting utensils and Alistair let out a yelp as he was jabbed in the back by the safe end of a pin.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">"You're going to sit right there," the giantess boomed at him. "You're going to sit right there and think of what you've done!  Oh my poor boy..."

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">She whimpered unhappily and she picked up one of her books, which had been sitting next to his make-shift prison. Alistair watched in silence as she flipped through the worn pages and bellowed now and again about proper seasonings, as if she were reading all about her lost child.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">For hours, she continued to grieve and quite often, to pity herself, until finally her eyes became heavy and she slipped off into a rather noisy sleep. Alistair saw his chance.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As he struggled to climb out of the basket, Alistair thanked his good fortune. Her snoring masked his yelp as he tumbled out onto the tabletop and he was soon to his feet and searching for a way down. Spotting a line of yarn which hung out of the basket, he gave it a good tug and began lowering it over one side of the table. Once he'd gotten the yarn as far down as it would go, he climbed over the side of the table himself and slowly inched his way down toward the floor.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">His line of yarn was too short to reach the floor, but long enough that he felt safe, and so when he reached the bottom of the line, he let go and dropped with a thud onto his back. The giantess stirred above him but did not wake, to his relief. In a moment, Alistair was on his feet again, and running directly toward the locked door.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">There was no way he could reach the lock, nor did he want to waste his time trying. He dropped immediately onto his stomach and began wriggling and squeezing himself under the doorway. The task proved difficult, but not impossible as he dug his way out of the giant's home. Once he was out, however, he wished to be back in.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">To Be Continued...

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake - Columnist – The Gielinor Times

MAGNUS GODWIN FOUND DEAD
The former leader of The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents: his holiness Magnus Godwin, was found dead in the main church’s clock tower by Dean of the Basilica. Godwin was found after a successful suicide attempt via the method of hanging himself.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“It was so unexpected” the Dead commented. “He was so proud of his work, after crowning his royal highness The King of Anglia, he was planning such big things.” he continued.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Volunteers at the church blame his suicide attempt on The Gielinor Times after publishing a ‘misleading’ article last week where The ‘Times claimed that the arrival of the church “may cause unwanted god conflict in and around Anglia”.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The ‘Times’ CEO and Editor, Esmeralda Salmassi, had this to say:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“While my article could be seen as one sided in the strength of the assumptive content, I stated both the good and the bad of the church whilst outlining a possible serious attribute that, I believe, should be considered highly.”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">It is obvious that Salmassi’s article posed no intentional threat or attack to the church, however, the Misthalin Government summoned The Gielinor Times to a court appearance to settle the matter. A few days after the court appearance had been issued, Commander Courval of the Misthalin Military and His Royal Highness Emperor Relius of Misthalin – Fiancé of Empress Katrina – were seen entering the basement of the church and speaking to Godwin.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Witnesses say that they overheard the conversation and described it as “heated, but not violent”. They later stated that the Emperor attempted to arrest Godwin, however after being reminded that he has no power in Anglia, Courval has been reported to of sent a letter to King Varis requesting the immediate arrest of Godwin and his transportation into Misthalin’s borders for a fair trial.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As far as we know, Courval has postponed the trail until further notice. Either that meaning until The Deistic Church of the Three Great Benevolents appoints a new patriarch, or something else, is currently unknown.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What will happen to the church is also unknown. As far as we are aware, no new patriarch has been assigned to replace Magnus Godwin – Suggesting the church may, possibly, be closing down.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">John Albert - Anglian Correspondent - The Gielinor Times

ANGLIA CHANGES ANGLE - NEW MANAGEMENT AND MORE
The Times was able to reach out to the highest Anglian officials. From the death of King Varis to the economic plans of the Duke, all is included. I started my interview with Duke Caradoc Godwin of Burthorpe, who was more than happy to let me in. The energetic eyes of the Duke were centered on me. They held in them wishes for a stronger people and flourishing trade, but worry too.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As I sat down, I began my first question, [i]"I understand that you have been appointed Duke of Burthorpe. How did this change happen and what do you intend to do to better Burthorpe?"[i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Duke Godwin smiled and replied lengthfully but easily, as the words flowed out his mouth like liquid down a stream; [i]"I was earmarked to be Duke of Burthorpe by King Varis, but he sadly passed before my appointment and so I was appointed by his successor, King Corvus. It came about due to my particular suitability for the role, a long standing and loyal Asgarnian Baronial family, the Godwins. My brother's death perhaps elicited some pity in my favour, in all honesty.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As for plans for a better Burthorpe, I see a region facing two issues. Its goods are not being sufficiently traded and its security is still threatened by both the trolls to the north and, as your readers may well know, certain parties who have frequently enjoyed the prospect of invading this fair Duchy. I hope to consolidate the Duchy's economic resources into a trading company which will take our goods around the world, and generate wealth for the region. As for security, I am reforming the great Imperial Guard in order to bolster the defence of my citizens and secure Burthorpe for the Asgarnian people."[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I listened, but something stood out - the mentioning of boosting the military. [i]"There are rumors about friendly relations between Anglia and the Empire of Gielinor breaking down. Would you care to elaborate on these rumors?”[/i] Duke Godwin nodded, as if he had heard this question echoed before. He replied again in the same, smooth manner as he did before. [i]”There's a natural rivalry between Asgarnia and Kandarin that has existed for some time, and I believe that plays a part, however majoritatively it's the hegemonical nature of the Empire to blame. When an Empire militaristically enforces its will over so large an area, especially whilst repressing and enslaving several other races of humans, we can naturally be wary of the potential threat posed. Troops have marched here and set up both puppet regimes and installed dictators. We don't wish to suffer such grievances again. It is not a case of being enemies, we merely do not wish to see the mistakes of the past repeated.”[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I questioned further, eager to know more about what would be done with the Empire from this scathing viewpoint. [i]"And what do you plan to do about the Empire, with Burthorpe only blocked off by the west Asgarnian mountains? Do you intend to cut off all ties and blockade Kandar trade or try to maintain friendly relations?"[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Duke Godwin replied cooly, [i]”We're still maintain our blockade, I believe - that's the King's will. Misthalin have opened their borders, however. In all, we want to stick with those friendly nations and avoid any potential threat from the west. This does not mean isolationism, and I already enjoy a good professional relationship with Duchess Aralyn of Yanille. A diplomatic solution is preferred rather than the course of war.”[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Isolationism was deeply rooted within Monvallis. How was it faring now? [i]"You mentioned isolationism. During King Varis' rule, the isolation sustained from Monvallis was rather toned down. Do you intend to completely end the isolation and open up Burthopre as it was pre-Monvallis?"[/i] Duke Godwin, never at a loss for words, replied, [i]"As I said, Burthorpe is a very rich region in terms of natural resources and isolationism genuinely is not healthy to our economy. I hope to spread Asgarnia's gifts across the globe so that all can be prosperous, us so in terms of coin, and those buying from us in terms of resources they've bought from us. Burthorpe is very much Asgarnia's second city, and whilst I'd like to see Falador within the Anglian fold, the White Knight stratocracy there is resistant to unity on good terms. Thus, I hope to polish Burthorpe, so that this diamond in the rough can be the star of Asgarnia."[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I smiled at Duke Godwin, nodding. [i]"Very interesting. I will make sure to keep an eye on the progress of Anglia. My last question doesn't pertain to the duchy itself - it is a rather personal one but I know my readers have been waiting for some answer or resolution. Can you give any comment on the death of your brother, Magnus?"[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">This was the first time Duke Godwin's smile faltered and it broke, turning into a sad, reflective, frown. [i]My brother's death was a terrible tragedy. He had grown depressed after your editor, Mrs. Salmassi, released an article which had an accusatory tone towards the Church. Soon after, he was almost arrested by the Misthalite Emperor on falsified charges. Magnus confided this in me before... taking his own life. He was a very good man, and without him, the world would be a different place. I believe Magnus did this in order to protect the Alliance he had forged, the Entente, before this spurious trial threatened it, as well as to relieve himself of a great many burdens. At any rate, the way that the Emperor marched onto our soil and threatened my brother... shocking. I'm not sure if Katrina was even told.[/i] My eyes widened in shock. These were very grave accusations. Surely, there might be vengeance? [i]"This is very shocking indeed. I know I said that was to be my last question, but now I have to ask - will there be any retaliation for Misthalin?"[/i]Duke Godwin, level-headed as he is, shook his head no. [i]That would be reckless and dangerous. There's no need to pursue a vendetta. I just think my brother was unjustly taken and that the Emperor is... partially to blame.[/i]

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I got up from my chair, smiling and thanking him. [i]"I see, I see. Well, this has been a wonderful interview. I hope that we're able to speak again soon. The world is eager to know more about Anglia."[/i] I left the remarkable castle and was promptly escorted to the King himself, where I found he sat relaxed on his throne. King Corvus was a young man, his grey eyes centered on me, looking me over like a hawk. Slowly, I drew closer, and we exchanged formalities. The interview began. [i]“Well, for my first question, I would like to ask about your father King Varis. How did the reknown king die and when?”[/i] King Corvus responded slowly, almost sadly. [i]”Varis was-….quite old. He had been heaving heart and back problems for quite some time. As it happened, he fell in Taverley and died shortly thereafter. Many people are worried that I poisoned him. I had-…and have, no intent of harming my family.”[/i] King Varis was a very peculiar man who is known almost all over the world. I decided to press further about him. [i]”I have heard that the nation is in mourning. What would you say is the most remembered act of your father?”[/i] [i]”Varis was a great man. He ruled almost every county on this continent. I think what he did best, was re-unite Asgarnia. A splintered empire, now re-united.”[/i] King Corvus’ eyes shined whenever he mentioned unifying. [i]”With the exception of Falador. There exist claims that Anglia would like to absorb Falador and complete the Asgarnian map. Would you care to elaborate on these claims?”[/i]King Corvus frowned at this and replied very seriously, [i]”I have no want to do that. Falador has been the fall of many empires. I don’t want it to be the fall of mine. I’d also like to speak of something else; people think I am a stark-raving dictator. Yes, I abolished the senate. I did it because it streamlines the ruling process and allows decisions to be made quicker and easier.[/i] With his seriousness, I decided to ask if he enjoyed ruling as King – perhaps the nobility do not like being noble. [i]”I see, I see. Do you like the recent changes of going from Prince to King? Do you enjoy your appointment?”[/i] At this, he smiled again and said earnestly but hurriedly, [i]”I do not mind being a ruler, no. But sometimes, I wish I was just a normal person. What keeps me is the people. They were poor, fragmented. A leader gives unity, peace, and wealth. And honestly, who wouldn’t want that for their homeland? I’m sorry, Miss Hayes, but I have to conclude there. I have a very important meeting to be at-…with the Empire.”[/] We exchanged goodbyes and I left his palace. Thing in Anglia certainly appear to be changing with the new government, taking on a new angle and perspective.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Dana Ray Hayes The Gielinor Times – Asgarnian Correspondent

DEAR READER
My dearest readers,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">It was my hope, as well as our dear Editor's, to bring you information regarding the recent closing and re-opening of Misthalin's desert borders.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Unfortunately, neither the Empress, nor the Emperor could be contacted for an interview. Many questions are left unanswered, but rest assured that all is well within the Empire of Misthalin and the borders have been officially opened once more.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Trade continues as before, and the people are back to living life as normal.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">We at the Gielienor Times apologize for this lack of information and promise that it is not intended to happen again.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Lia Blake - Misthalin Correspondent – The Gielinor Times

ADVENTURER'S HOME DESCOVERED?
Misthalin explorer’s set out on a voyage of the daring last month in a privately funded adventure in the hope to find new land for more resources as Misthalin’s resources are cut by the Battle of Lumbridge crater.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In their search, they were successful at finding many small, uninhabited islands to obtain various minerals from – However one explorer noticed something rather strange…

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">It was odd, like a village raised from the deep sea  he began. Almost like one of those flying Citadels. He went on to describe it as “a town in the middle of nowhere, built delicately on the high rocks”.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">When the explorer’s reached the town, doing what explorers do: they explored. The island name was later found to be called Ashdale. Reports suggest Ashdale is small, only consisting of houses, a small market, a church, forge and docks. However, the explorers later found a very interesting monument.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The explorers reports suggest that the monument was carved from stone some number of years ago based on the descriptions of a human who “saved the town from the claws of demons”. Upon later research and comparison, the statue seemed to match the appearance of a young adventurer who appeared on the mainland; later becoming the infamous adventurer we all want to be today.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The explorers explained the reasoning behind their strongly backed theory.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“The statue resembles an early version of the adventurer” they began. “We asked the villagers, read through their texts and it seems as if the adventurer has lived or still lives on the island today. We’re unsure if they still live in Ashdale, but we’re fairly certain by various pieces of evidence that the adventurer did once live in Ashdale before becoming the adventurer we all want to meet - maybe they were even born there!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Is Ashdale the home of The Adventurer? Or is this just another theory to add to the pile?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times

ACADEMY OF NOT HEROES?
'' A frontal view of the Academy of Heroes, beatifully painted in sandy colors under a cobalt blue sky with one or two wispy clouds in the distance. Upon a closer look, the imposing structure of the Academy turns out to be fading and cracked, walls and gate decrepit. In front of the Academy's leftern wall, you see a couple of younger people fighting with dirty, 100% blood poisoning chance blades. Watching over them is a brute in nothing but a loincloth- in fact, quite an accurate rendition of Gonad Yaksplitter. Closer to the painter, over to the right of the picture stands a youth with fiery red hair performing an elaborately rude gesture toward the artist (and reader) ''

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Far out in the desert in what appears to be an old monastery lies the self-proclaimed Academy of Heroes. Supposedly for the education and betterment of knowledge and combat related skills, the Academy frequently fails in both these respects.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">First of all the education process is severely lacking. Teachers such as Baldor, a horrific barbarian encourage fighting among the students as 'duels' to test their abilities. The students themselves are so caught up in this system that they frequently challenge random strangers, and sometimes the other way around. This leads to what I have observed to be a violent atmosphere that can be dangerous for even a passing individual.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">This very atmosphere further stifles actual educational learning. Though there are a great many teachers at the academy (I estimate 1 teacher for every 2 students) classes are rare, as instead of sitting in classrooms, the many battles that they fight between themselves act as inefficient substitutes. Classrooms are empty, yet the dormitories and kitchens are full of fairly rude, inappropriate employed and enrolled persons. The library is filled with a spectacular collection of volumes, some dating back as far as the Third Age, and yet it typically is empty. This ambivalence towards actual education is dangerous, and further perpetuates the rowdiness of the Academy.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">These features might not even be that bad, perhaps the fighting actually does teach the students a thing or two. Yet the problem is the people themselves. Sure, there are those who try to actually teach and learn, and keep to themselves and provide support. These people are rare, and the majority of persons at the Academy are violent individuals who are uncaring of anything but their own wants and desires. Whether it be attempts to seduce women, or trying to bind others in demon contracts, or just trying to prove their superiority to others, the Academy of Heroes scarcely lives up to its name.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Yet the Academy does have its upsides. The library there is superb and is among one of the best I have ever visited. The beauty of the academy creates a pleasant environment in which studying can be completed, or a proper (though rare) duel may be held. The Academy has the best view in all of Gielinor from the top of its glittering bell tower, where you can see from Morytania to Misthalin. Most of the persons are generally friendly, and helpful despite their urges for combat. And even then this need to fight is natural for those in training to save the world (again). The Academy may not be full of Heroes, but it is filled with fairly caring people in a great environment where even children play. If one is looking to train, or even learn a little in the art of combat, the Academy is one of the greatest places to go; and even though violent, it is surely the safest.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Etna Williams - Columnist - The Gielinor Times

THE BIRD AND THE BEAST
Gielinor was thrown into anarchy once again last week as the god wars returned to our doorstep: this time, in Anglia. Witnesses suggest that it began with the rising of the two towers: Bandos’ breaking through from the ground south of Goblin Village and Armadyl’s tower fell from the sky on top of the clan camp causing minor changes to its layout.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Within the first five minutes of the towers being stable, the gods had already sent out their minions to collect divine energy in the same form as what adventurers today use to practice their divination skills.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As of yet, incursions between caravans and citizens have been minimal, however adventurers of the opposing god seem to be searching for the caravans to destroy them to aid their cause.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">One of the larger attacks on citizens of Gielinor has been by the hand of Bandos’ minions attacking Varrock in a public event to decorate the Christmas Tree. Many were harmed and many died; the attack also resulting in the incineration of the Staff Shop in the town square and further damage being done to neighbouring shops.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Reports suggest that security for the event was not increased by Commander Prince Logan I of the Misthalin Military leading to public rumours of him being unfit to command the military. However, this view has been died down slightly after his orders to fortify Varrock. Since the fortifying was completed, no god attacks or caravans made their way into the walls of Varrock.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The Gielinor Times extends their thoughts to the dead and the family of the dead and wounded; wishing they stay safe in these difficult times.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Esmeralda Salmassi - CEO and Editor – The Gielinor Times

WINTUMBER IS HERE
It is becoming that time of the year, my friends. Yes, Wintumber is here and we all know this by just the weather. People are dancing in the streets, making snow Icyene, and of course making snowmen. The smell of freshly cut evergreen lingers around the city, as fathers are bringing their families trees to celebrate Wintumberfest.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I was able to stop a citizen in Yanille, who was watching her children play in the snow. I asked her what did Wintumberfest mean to her and she looked at me with a smile so filled with love and said, “Wintumberfest is a time to gather around the fireplace with your family and talk about anything. We talk about our hopes and dreams and it’s just a time to forget about all of our problems, whether they be money, housing, or even schooling for our children, it is the time of year to put it all behind us and just have a good time.”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I was very grateful to get to talk to such a wonderful woman and I do wish her kids the best. So, Gielinor, take a minute to stop and think just what Wintumberfest means to you. Stop working so hard and just love the people around you.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Ripley Alcott - <span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;line-height:107%;">Kandarin Correspondent – The Gielinor Times 

KANDARIN ROUND-UP - WHAT'S GOING ON?
So, back for another week of Kandarin news, are we? Aye, I knew you would be. The topic today is, of course, The Gielinor Empire. The Gielinor Empire is made up of four factions and three separate countries. Kandarin, Fremennik lands, and the Kharidian desert are all a part of this empire. The people who call themselves the Dominion of Ancients rule the Fremennik lands and James Craven rules the Kharidian desert. House Ryder was able to be accepted into the Empire and Jason Ryder was granted the seat of a Senator, even though he leads no land. This is laughed at by many, due to the late king’s genocide attempt on the Ryders.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The Empire came about to make a better country for all. However, some individuals have other opinions on the matter. With slavery being brought to Kandarin, the Kandars seem to hold a disdain for it. The Kandars have never known a system like this, as it seems to be more of a republic than an empire. Even with Russia’s reign, it was more normal than this new system. Change is an extremely hard concept for the Kandars to grasp, it seems.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Sadly, the Empire may end before it even gets a chance to start. There is a small revolutionary force within Kandarin preaching to the citizens about how loyal Kandars should rise up and protect their liberties from this so called, “Imperial Scum.”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Now, Prince Axel Vekon spoke today in the Ardougne market square about rebelling against the empire. He inspired the people to follow him in order to bring back the country to its former greatness. Again, this is not backed by all the citizens, but with the Prince of Kandarin against this empire, it says a lot. So, what will come of the Empire?

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In most recent news, Duchess Aralyn of House Aren has officially seceded the Duchy of Yanille from the empire. Imperial Guards were seen being escorted out of the gates of Yanille. Hardly any tried to fight to stay. Sadly, those that did were imprisoned. Duchess Aralyn has named herself Queen of Yanille. Tensions grow stronger throughout the empire, especially in Kandarin… The Fremennik want their land back from the Dominion, the Menaphites want to take the deserts away from Craven, and now all this… I fear the world is bound to descend into chaos, folks…

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Ripley Alcott - <span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;line-height:107%;">Kandarin Correspondent – The Gielinor Times 

PRESERVATION
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">What happens today and in the future may be lost in time. Everything we say or do only lives on in memory as long as we remember, or as far as we record. With this we can effectively assume that the daily lives of all inhabitants of our plane of existence are lost to time. What is persevered is chosen. Whether it be books, tapestries, or simple folklore: what is chose to be remembered is what is remembered regardless of what actually happened.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">This is why we must preserve as much as we can, to preserve what actually happened to prevent future mistakes which could have been avoided if one had studied the past. Of course, everything cannot be preserved, and perhaps it would be a waste to preserve the scraps and details of an insignificant individuals life. Therefore what must be kept in memory should be relevant to our lives, and the lives of others in the future.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Because we cannot all share the same memories (magic hasn't advanced that far yet) what is preserved should be kept in such a way that we can all have access to it. How else can we learn from what was chosen to be preserved for a reason? Museums, libraries filled with books, scrolls, tapestries, and paintings all fulfill this purpose by being accessible by being available to the public.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Any knowledge that is not learned leaves availability for mistakes and errors that could have been avoided through learning. The robbery of knowledge through secrecy leaves room for catastrophe, and should be avoided at all costs for more harm can come than good if memories of mistakes are not analyzed for their failures. Danger is brought when reasons to be cautious are hidden, for those unaware are left defenceless against unknown forces. Secrecy renders intelligence brought by trial-and-error lost to all but a self-chosen elite few. All information is critical, as it was what was chosen to be remembered, and the deprivation of any information endangers those without it. <h3 class="MsoNoSpacing">Issue 18

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