Rosaline Haines/Rosaline's Records



Rosaline's Records are a collection of Rosaline Haines' personal journal entries, notes, and observations. Most notable are her thoughts and opinions of those she's encountered throughout her life, as well as her own experiences. Listed alphabetically, the subject matter for each entry follows a chronological order, beginning with the earliest date recorded and ending with the latest.

Records
So, I was guided to one of the elves here—had a red rabbit hare shoulder emblem( Heaven  Hefin'' clan)—after asking about my headaches, and she told me I should try writing down my thoughts to "clear my mind" and "work out the struggles within myself". She also encouraged I attend one of her sermons with the kids. I left quickly after that, although I suppose her words did the trick since I'm doing exactly what she advised. It can't be too bad, right?''

''Right, well... I guess I'll be writing in this thing from now on. I won't be calling it a diary though. Journal, maybe? "Rosaline's Archives"? "Records of an Angry Godless Woman"(I'm not even trying anymore)?''

Artefacts
I guess I should catalogue all the magical junk I've come across in my travels.

Demonsbreath
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Mahjarratbane
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Recording Device
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

One of Ptolemos' creation(the only one in my possession that still functions somewhat properly). I spent hours speaking into that silly metal thing. It seems pointless now, but I remember wondering who the listener on the other side might be(surprise, it was me all along). I've locked it away for now in the hope I might be able to fix it or find someone else who can.

Organisations
Groups I've had encounters with or have heard about in my travels.

Followers of Zamorak's Opus
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Hand of Ptolemos
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

The Hand of Ptolemos was the brainchild of my own design(okay, so maybe Sacheverell helped a little, but I swear the name was my idea). He and I survived the destruction of the ancient dragonkin ruins Ptolemos had made his own, and together rescued other survivors and made ourselves a new home in my old one(the bloodstains never did wash out of the temple's stonework unfortunately). I'll be damned when—and I could hardly believe it myself—not a single person deserted after sunset. I couldn't say whether it was a sense of honour or a miracle that held them in check; I was more concerned with Ptolemos' apparent death to really care. By then it had become second nature to me to assume direct control of everyone and everything—especially after I began working under Ptolemos. However, I could never have done it without Sacheverell—I even told him so on more than one occasion—yet never would he accept anything more than a minor supervisory role.

Our order(cult?) grew once word had spread of our founding. Honestly, I think a lot of our numbers came from Guthix's death, and the people who were more or less looking for any excuse to abandon their god; the Godless hadn't even formed yet(to my knowledge), so we were the next best thing, I guess. Or maybe Ptolemos called out to more than just Fykeric and myself since time travel became a thing(don't get me started). I began passing out a few assignments here and there like a good little leader, and then went on "official business" as our numbers really began to surge. In reality, I left most of the stuff I didn't want to bother with for Sacheverell while I searched for Ptolemos. Before I knew it everyone was calling me "Seeker"(not that they knew what I was seeking: I was the aloof leader who people liked to spread gossip about).

I could say none of it went to my head—that I was the paragon of good leadership qualities and a champion for female cult leaders everywhere—but then I would be lying. "Rosaline Haines, Seeker of the Hand of Ptolemos" had a nice ring to it, plus it looked really good on paper(I dare anyone to say otherwise). I began to say things I probably shouldn't have, and did plenty worse to those that didn't deserve it. Hell, I had god-worshippers tortured and brainwashed without a second thought. Maybe deep down somewhere inside I thought it would bring Ptolemos back or prove my devotion to his cause. I was angry and desperate(shocker) and had no one else to turn to, except Sacheverell who always supported my decisions and never second guessed me. I was a tyrant, yet it was exhilarating throughout.

Kinshra
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

The Chosen Battalion
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Bandosian worshippers of the worst kind(Bandos is dead, people). According to Ptolemos' notes, Yokrad once led this faction before leaving and becoming whatever he is now(lord and master of a dead world from the sound of it), and now the ourg(big ogres?) Gorbuk runs it. Not that I ever met him; Fulgrash the Ourgslayer(ironic) caught me, and it was under him I mostly served as a slave(I think he favoured me). It was either hard labour or menial tasks—with the occasional flogging for good measure—but the worst part was the ridicule..and the leering. They were no better than animals, always fighting each other over the slightest offences. I'm surprised they haven't all died yet. They're a fine example of how gods can still be dangerous even after their death.

The First Commander negotiated an alliance with Gorbuk(I wouldn't have agreed to those terms, but then I'm not the First Commander). I'll be counting the days to see how long this lasts.

The Godless
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Honestly, before the Sixth Age happened, I'm don't know if this concept even existed. Gods were just names in legends and scripture for us then; an unspoken part of everyday life...unlike now where you can't step two feet before having "holy" propaganda forced down your throat. I've even heard people calling this the "Divine Age", which I find both stupid and ignorant(has the world forgotten the God Wars already?) I see nothing divine in a bunch of arseholes using our world as their playbox to wage war. Fortunately, I'm not the only one; the Godless are a league of mortals from all walks of life who share a common bond: the desire to see the world as it could be, without gods and their like. I don't want to raise my children in a world ruled by beings incapable of humanity(as strange as that sounds coming from me of all people). I actually feel like I can help people with them. Under Ptolemos, I only served the Mahjarrat(frankly, I'm embarrassed by how long it took for me to realise that)—but now?—I serve all mortals...even if they don't know it yet.

It is done; the god-beast's corpse lies off the coast of some obscure desert village(they have the most delicious pineapples). Fitting, I should think. I admit, I had my doubt—as all did—but the Godless really pulled through(let it not be said that the Zamorakians didn't pull their own weight in the fight against Tuska; I'm quite proud of my former brothers and sisters). Hopefully this victory will convince even more to join our cause. It should be obvious now that mortals can, have, and will protect their own.

On another note, I finally met some of the senior godless: Garlandia, a wingless icyene, and the heroine Kara-Meir(and I thought I was difficult). One of those weird rockmen( Scopewluss Scopulus?) was there too. I still don't trust them or their leader—what if he was empowered by Tuska's dying energies and hasn't told us?—despite what the others say about them being the "soul of the world". I don't really have much say though with the founders trusting them, so I'll just bite my tongue and let them hash it out(sometimes I miss being the boss, but then I remember all the things I already have to put up with and I'm fine with it).

The Uvrouzran Clan
Year 2 of the Sixth Age The Uvrouzran(Yokrad made sure I could spell it right; supposedly it was a mythical warrior-figure Bandos admired as a young child) Clan is hardly more than a bunch of slavers and bullies collaborating under their god's orders. I first saw them during Yokrad's "tour" of his city, where they would force slaves to fight in the arena; others were trying to use their pea-sized brains to strategise beneath statues of Yokrad's "finest", as well as beneath his massive throne near the centre of the city. Afterwards, while being shown through the city's dungeons, I saw many of the clan doing horrible things to the captive "heretics"(a lot of Armadyleans and Godless, as well as cave goblins hard at work). It reminded me of the Chosen Battalion, which isn't that surprising since they're basically two branches of the same dying tree.

Worshippers of the Dragonkin
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

People
The people I've met and the faces I've seen.

Note: Can't help but notice that many of those listed here are either dead or my enemies...

Dragonkin
''Dragonmen. Enough said.''

Lashual
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Demons
Fiery, hateful monsters from Hell or something.

Gephis'vros
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Ghosts
Spectral spirits of the departed or condemned.

Valrisandra
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

So I caught this weird ghost-shadow thing watching me the other day. I don't think whatever he is expected me to see him but afterwards he didn't seem too shaken(that makes one of us). It bore the silhouette of some ancient looking nobleman and after a lot of insistence finally gave me a name: Valrisandra. I wanted to know why he was watching me and told it as much, though getting the thing to talk was like trying to get an answer out of an addled tribesman: absolutely nothing it said made any sense. I caught something about providence and a choice before it disappeared. I swear, if it's not a gods or Mahjarrat spying on me, it's ghosts.

Caught him again watching me from outside my balcony(honestly, what good are wards when they don't ward). I've actually considered using a few of my old clerical spells just to get rid of the thing, although by the time I get my mind finally made up it's gone again.

It was actually inside the house while'' I was in the bath. WHAT THE F ''

OK. I've spent the last few hours strengthening every inch of the estate with whatever magical warding spells I could find in Ptolemos' notes. I'm not having that creepy shadow sneak up on me ever again(who does that?).

Giants
Big guys with tiny heads who come in all different shapes and sizes.

Serafino
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

A great green giant of a man who I had the displeasure of meeting(to be fair, it gets better). He and I first met in Peakstone during my travels for powerful magical artefacts. We worked together until he knocked me unconscious(like I said, it gets better) and left me for Varrock's finest. Later, I may have set him up to antagonise my husband(he deserved every second of it for treating me how he did). It wasn't my brightest move but I enjoyed it nonetheless. In the end, it all worked out; he and I worked together again to end to Gephis'vros' dirty schemes, and then parted ways somewhat amicably. I guess it's one of those weird curve-balls life throws at you(gods know I've had my fair share of them).

Big guy turns out to be a good drinking buddy: he doesn't talk much and has a precious little bunny-spider pet creature that follows him around like a lost puppy(already have a name in mind for mine if I ever go through with adopting one).

I think he's a gnome.

Gods
Super-powerful pricks like Mahjarrat but worse.

Guthix
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I don't get it. I mean, I know that Guthix kept the gods from our world, and how they destroyed his however many centuries ago—who hasn't heard the stories by now?—but he didn't exactly do us any favours apart from the Edicts. Let me clarify: The God Wars. If Guthix was so mighty and against the gods, then why did he allow them to war for an entire age? Why weren't his Edicts already in place to begin with? Surely he of all people had previous experience with their kind(duh). Was he naive or somehow ignorant of their danger? Maybe he wasn't powerful enough. I just can't comprehend how it took so much destruction for him to realise his mistake. Even then, after putting an end to the God Wars, his best solution was to erect a giant barrier around the world. That sounds to me like he was only trying to prolong the inevitable. In any case, it doesn't take a carpenter to tell you that walls develop cracks over time, especially after beings such as Bandos and Saradomin kept knocking on them like door-to-door missionaries trying to get you to open up so they could bash you over the head with their mace or bloated ego. Whatever Guthix hoped to achieve, he failed; and now his inaction might have cost us mortals everything.

V
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Yokrad
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

This "god" was the leader of the Chosen Battalion once(not sure if he claimed so then or after). Whether or not I doubt this claim, it's obvious he can cast powerful magic(also has a weird thing for Bandos). But does being powerful make you a god by definition? I'm not convinced that's untrue. Yokrad's been both ally and enemy to me in the past; however, should he continue to preach godhood and not stay on Ubeuscah  Yu'biusk(found its correct spelling in Ptolemos' notes) where he belongs, no amount of divinity will stop us mortals from tearing him a new one.

Yokrad admitted to spying on our meeting(need stronger wards). Figures. I can't do anything without someone peeking over my shoulder, why shouldn't the gods do the same? But at least he confirmed our suspicions: Tuska, whatever he/she/it is, comes for our world. I'm glad the Godless had the foresight to investigate those rumours about the airut after all. It may not have seemed like a big advantage at the time but we were prepared at least. Fortunately for us, Yokrad's as dense as he looks; we goaded him into fighting her. If we're lucky, they'll off each other. I saw a bunch of bright lights in the sky not long after he disappeared, so who knows?

So the self-proclaimed god of war and slaughter lives(and somehow heard my thoughts about him, need to watch myself there). I wasn't expecting to been torn from my bed in the early hours of the morning yet there I was(inside some kind of magic bubble floating through space, no less) with nothing on but my nightgown and slippers. Yokrad was there, looking a little the worse for wear, as well as his longtime buddy Drok, a hob I'm somewhat familiar with from my travels with Ptolemos. Oh, and so was Tuska, looming ominously as only a world-eating boar goddess can in the background(although seeing how large she was made me realise how small I really am).

Anyway, most of our time was spent talking about Tuska: Yokrad couldn't do anything against her as long as that barrier the wizards mentioned surrounded her; I argued our need for a better way of hurting her; Drok did...something(he was watching a vial float around the bubble because space). Yokrad later showed me Tuska's mouth after I asked him to take us closer. I'd hoped there might be some clearer path we could take to get around her quills and strike faster, but...nothing—at least there was nothing I could see. I was then sent home afterwards(thankfully not ejected into space). Perhaps the wizards will figure something out...or perhaps Tuska can't be stopped... I'm starting to think that maybe praying isn't a bad idea after all(but to who...or what).

Yokrad saved me. I never thought I'd be grateful to a god—much less a Bandosian(former one counts)—but after that disaster of an ambush... I'm just glad I'm alive and not floating dead among the space debris left behind in Tuska's wake. Gods, I was so close, but those idiots had to fight each other instead of the real enemy(I expected it from the Saradominists and Zamorakians but who were those hooded men?). They are the reason Draynor burned as it did(the airut too). I know I should focus on being happy I survived, but that doesn't mean squat to those who died fighting the purple freaks. Of Yu'biusk...well, I was actually surprised at what Yokrad managed. I've read the reports: That world is supposed to be dead, yet I saw plant-life there. New Yok(seriously?) was thriving as well as a city could(on a dead world at least). Good for them, I guess. Beats having them on Gielinor.

Sometimes I wonder whether Yokrad's violent by nature or just plain stupid. He showed up on Tuska through this big display of power and bravado—mind you in Bandos' likeliness—and expected not to get attacked(or maybe he did). Either way, a few godless got some nasty bruises and a cracked rib or two for their efforts while I had to look like a giant hypocrite in front of everyone for knowing a god. Meanwhile, Yokrad took one look at the "world window"(portal?) and declared he would conquer Gielinor one day(as if being a Bandos wannabe wasn't bad enough) before leaving as he appeared. Since then I can't help but notice a lot of glaring in my direction. I want to explain to them that just because I gave the order to stand down—which, by the way, kept them from being slaughtered—doesn't mean I'm suddenly worshipping the big arse, but I have a feeling they wouldn't listen anyway.

Halfbreeds
''Those of mixed blood. Sometimes seen as abominations, mostly undistinguishable by sight alone.''

Alorah Taredi
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I don't know what to say about Alorah. She was crazy, fanatical—always on about a "one true god"—yet there was a time where I'd considered her a friend. I'll go ahead and ask the big question: Do I regret killing her? No. She'd proven to be a wildcard with her preachiness. Plus, her time on Freneskae had changed her. No sane being would willingly expose themselves to that broken husk of a world. But Alorah didn't even hesitate;apparently, it was sacred to her god for whatever reason... I just don't understand how she could justify her actions so easily based on the belief of an all-powerful creator-god guiding our actions. My faith in Zamorak was never like that... Even while following Ptolemos' directives I knew right from wrong—it didn't make enacting them any easier—but at least I was aware of what I was doing the whole time and could choose. Alorah...always seemed so sure—of herself, in her movement, anything—it didn't matter because the "one true god" was with her. I wanted that... I almost had it with Ptolemy. But Alorah's god wouldn't allow that, would he? No, we were Freneskae bound—right from the start, too, she would have me believe. Well, piss on that. He's not my god, she's dead, and besides, I have no desire to live in a world either of them wanted for any of us.

Sacheverell Lessard
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Sacheverell... Sacheverell was a fighter, if nothing else. Back then I didn't really think much of him. "Too much icyene and not enough human blood in him", I always thought, but that changed after he adjusted to being around other people again; his true colours showed then. Everything he did for me—not to mention the wonders he could work with the right herbs—made him one of the order's greatest assets. But more than that, Sacheverell was my friend. He was one of the few people I could just sit down and talk with. More than once he saved my life, and in the end I couldn't save his. I wasn't there for him, yet he was always there for me. I miss him and his overbearing motherly concern(surprisingly) a great deal more than I thought I would. Wherever you are now, Sacheverell, I hope you and Helisande are together again(someone deserves a happy ending, right?).

Hobgoblins
''Bigger and nastier than your typical goblin. Smellier, too.''

Drok
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Perhaps the only tolerable hob I've encountered in my travels. I recollect Ptolemos having spoken of his clashes with the creature, but I only ever met him under unusual circumstances(mostly alongside Yokrad and his "divine" intrusions). However, our first meeting was just before we—Alorah, Ptolemy, and myself—used an ancient portal to reach Freneskae. Marethyu, a Mahjarrat and one of Ptolemos' former allies(fat lot of good he was), used magic on Drok and made him...darker or something. He was then assigned to escort us, like a bodyguard. I couldn't trust a Mahjarrat then, especially so for a flake like Marethyu, and as such, I kept an eye on him. Drok never betrayed us, surprisingly. He and Yokrad even saved us from dying out there(I doubt Ptolemos could have made the trek back even if he abandoned me and Alorah to our fates).

I'm not sure if Drok and I will ever be anything more than acquaintances, but considering he's a general in Yokrad's arm, as well as his second-in-command, it's not much of a stretch to believe we'll become enemies at one point.

Fulgrash
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Ourgslayer. Or so I heard, I never actually saw him kill one(whatever an "ourg" is). He's a tough little runt, but even I know it's not that difficult to beat a pregnant woman in single combat. Kinder than most Bandosians(doesn't mean much), he was the reason I was put in the slave pens and not mounted on a pike somewhere. Sure, I'll carry the scars from my time with the Battalion for the rest of my life; with any luck, though, the Ourgslayer won't—not after I'm done with him(that is, if he isn't slain by his own idiot underlings first).

Wenkaurg
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Wenkaurg(or however you spell it) serves under the Ourgslayer as his personal scribe or something. I thought he was just another spineless cretin until he led an assault on Ymgorffori. He actually won against the elves from the city above by using a golem with a type of magic I'd never seen before; it affected their crystals somehow and left them inert(could be useful; you can't walk two feet without running into a crystal-something there). I wasn't in the mood to fight that day, so I talked a lot of bullshit to distract him long enough for the elves to get there(see how well that turned out). If I see the hob again, I'll be sure he gets the same treatment as the Ourgslayer(and a better nickname than "Harbinger" Wunderkaurg!).

Humans
''Humans. Not much else to say here.''

Domino
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Domino, as far as I'm aware, is(or was) a minion of Queen Batshit Insane. She was also part of an alliance between Mahjarrat—strange since her deranged mistress was dead—and fought against Ptolemos and myself during a skirmish in an ancient dragonkin ruin. Barring a chance encounter in Varrock(of which nothing came about), she and I haven't crossed paths at all. Nevertheless, I've kept my eyes open and ears to the ground; and stangely enough, I haven't seen nor heard her presence since.

Fykeric Bliem
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

A worshipper of Zamorak, and a founder of the Followers of Zamorak's Opus, as well as my former mentor. He was the first man I met who sought to help me rather than use me. I joined the Followers because of him; he taught me how to take charge of my destiny for the first time in my life. It was liberating: Those few years with the order were...perfect. But then Ptolemos deceived us—used me like so many others—and I fell for it—and him—like a starry-eyed schoolgirl. Fykeric died because of me. I was too impulsive, too stupid to realise what was going on. He and I had our disagreements concerning Zamorak's teachings, but I never meant...no, of course I meant it. He'd become another obstacle between Ptolemos' goal. Just the same, of all those dead by my hand, I find Fykeric's face the hardest to tune out.

Joe Barbaria
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Joe's a merc—hired help—and the smart-arse who shot me not once but twice on Kemses' orders. I know routine though: "nothing personal", "gold before honour", and whatever else half wits like Joe quote these days. So, instead of seeking revenge I decided to pay him off, have come work for me(plus I like listening to him complain after I assign him a shitty job, it makes me smile). I'll admit, he's a good shot with a crossbow. If he dies while out in the field, well...it's just business.

Maybe Joe betrayed me. maybe he didn't(it's hard for me to see the good in people nowadays). Hopefully, if he can smuggle the orb into Kemses' fortress, I can end this stupid game of cat-and-mouse between him and I while letting Joe prove his loyalty(or greed, I suppose).

Joe made good on everything. Although I wasn't so sure about him at first, he's well earned his gold by now. Hell, I might even share a few drinks with him one day(I don't care what he says, he'll be the one to buy them).

Joe's a bloody idiot. Honestly, what was going through his head? Waking me up like that to go and sell herbs(some of them weren't even cleaned properly)... Now that I think about it, he probably wasn't. It didn't even seem to faze him when we got attacked by some gang(territory dispute?) Doesn't he realise gold's worth nothing if the world's eaten first?

I'm probably going to regret this later: I've allowed Joe and the others free passage of my estate while I'm staying with family in Ymgorffori. It's not forever, right? Besides, I'm fairly confident that my wards can withstand the worst those men can muster, if anything happens.

Joe got the smart idea of holding a party to celebrate my return(as if I was gone that long). As expected, it was terrible from the start. He had invited strangers from all walks of life, and even somehow got Yokrad there(how?). Everything except the wine was either overcooked or bland; and I'm pretty sure Yokrad served aviansie for dessert. Later, a musician with a strange instrument performed a song about me(I need to figure out how he knew so much about my childhood). It was a pretty poor performance...but I suppose it's the thought that counts. I can't even recall the last time somehow held a celebration for me, so for Joe of all people to do this... It was nice(but the pink furnishings had to go).

Kudret Tezri
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Mark
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

First Commander of the Godless. He's alright, I guess. Seems young like a lot of the other members I work with(or am I just old?) But he's proven he can lead us—for now. I can't help but wonder if he's got what it takes when the real war comes(do any of us?).

Pakkapux
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Packapucks Pakkapux is a druid I met when I was drunk as hell one night in Seers' Village. I can't really remember what we talked about, but I think we became friends afterwards. He's like most druids I've met, nothing exceptional.

An assassin snuck inside my family's old estate—a shape-shifter—using his form. Whoever it was nearly killed me. I'm keeping my eye on the druid in case he's a danger(or if he's really that unlucky).

Pakkapux hasn't been taking the news of Tuska well... Gods, he's almost as bad as my kids. I just wanted to yell at him(something like "Hello, we're all afraid of the spacefaring boar goddess! Some of us are just better at hiding it"!). Maybe going back home will ease his thoughts.

Ptolemy Dean
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Richard Haines
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Rosaline Haines
Note: 'Hunanfyfyrio... ''"To self-reflect"? Why does everything the elf suggest sound either ridiculous or painful? I guess it came out better than I thought it would...''

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Crippled. Scarred. Big nose. Crow's feet. That's what I see when looking into this stupid hunk of crystal. Just another thirty-year-old noble playing at being an adventurer. But I've survived so far, haven't I? Mahjarrat and Dragonkin, the second God Wars... I've seen three four gods dead, the return of the elves, and much more. Shouldn't I proud of my accomplishments? For heaven's sake, it's the Sixth Age! I mean, people don't often live long enough to even see a new age, let alone live it. I'm a bloody hero(of sorts)...though heroes don't let their loved ones down like I have. Huh... I guess I never really thought about how much my childhood heroes must have suffered(the stories conveniently leave those parts out) throughout their careers. It's not fair at all. It's not supposed to be. Gods, now I'm starting to sound like my father...

I don't think I've ever said goodbye to him or mom properly. I still hate myself for not going back home when that fever swept through(Richie sounded so scared in his letter, how did I ever say no?). Sometimes I wonder if by being there I could have kept them alive. I was just so angry(still am, although maybe not at them as much). Now I know they were just desperate(sound familiar?). Young, angry me wouldn't have it though. Maybe they understand now that I've restored the estate. It's not like it once was—and I doubt it ever will be since Richie sold off most of the property—but at least the manor and garden survive(remainder that I still need to hire a gardener; I loved that garden when I was a kid). I even managed to hire a lot of the staff from when my parents lived here(R.I.P. Old Lady Sweeney). Steward's still a pain in the arse, but the old master-at-arms is as handsome as ever.

''My childhood home is gone. Steven is dead. I'm a gods-damned idiot.''

Steven Weaver
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Temujin Greene
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Mahjarrat
Powerful shape-shifting sorcerers and all-around bad guys(especially the women).

Note: Avoid at any cost.

Arachnea
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Arachnea... Of all the Mahjarrat I've met, I would say Arachnea's the most dangerous; Azulra is predictably unpredictable, Ptolemos never could finish anything he started; as for the rest...I can't even remember their faces, let alone their names or accomplishments. Not for her, though. I don't need a reminder for what she's done(kidnapping and murder, among other things). I just... I don't understand her. She could have had anything she wanted—no one would have been able to stop her—yet she relentlessly hounded Ptolemos every step of the way because...hell, I don't know, she felt like it? Ptolemos always insisted she followed a god called Zaros(Alorah's "one true god"?). That might explain why she did what she'd done(Mahjarrat are weird like that) but it seems too simple for her, too...weak, I guess. I just have a feeling she's got more baggage than I do(and that's saying something). Still doesn't make me hate her any less than I already do.

Azulra
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Azulra (no, I won't write it here; she deserves something more colourful). Demon witch. Toadspawn. Queen Batshit Insane herself. Oh, how I suffered under her orders: I was tormented, humiliated, and—when my agony no longer amused her twisted mind—murdered. But then I came back, and she was the one dead and gone; in that moment, oh, I felt good. Even in my undead state it was like pure ecstasy. With life(unlife?) as excruciating as it was for me, gems like that made it so much more tolerable. But soon it grew worse, especially so after Ptolemos' magic—that which kept my body intact—left along with him. I quickly grew envious of Queen Batshit Insane, and thought perhaps she was the lucky one; after all, it was she who felt nothing(or so I thought at the time) while I endured within an unending nightmare.

Later, I made the mistake of fooling myself into believing Ptolemos was doing the right thing. Maybe he was. I guess it doesn't matter now nor did it then. I gave him possession of my body(worse than undeath); offered up the reigns, then sat back, and watched how he would obsess over the minutiae of those damn rifts. We shared a mind during those times; I foresaw what he planned on doing next but didn't do anything to stop it. So it was that I became an accessory in the revivification of the Queen Batshit Insane herself(ditched us right after without even a thank you).

I'd eventually encounter her again at sea where she and her demon pirate things attempted to destroy me(for old time's sake, I guess). Now? For all I know, she could be dead or alive or somewhere in-between. Personally, I'm rooting for the in-between bit; gives me a chance to right a wrong and maybe make it up to the people for whom both she and I have crapped on over the years(more-so her than me but who's counting?).

Kemses
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

You know, I never thought much of Kemses before now. It was usually Ptolemos who interacted with him, although I often served as a mediator between them whenever he was busy or indisposed. He is—or was—Zamorakian(I honestly don't know or care at this point), so one could say we shared a better understanding than most... or so I thought until he tried to have me killed by a couple of his own men(unless they weren't his men?). In any case, I'll need to keep a close eye on him and his men from now on should he try pulling anything like that on me again(seriously, what did I do?).

So, the bonehead thinks I killed Ptolemos. Great.

I'm convinced now that Kemses has gone mad. This marks the second time he's tried to kill me(an all-out assault on my family's home outside Varrock with a lot of fire and brutes). This is the last straw. If I can't dissuade him, then he must die.

I should have realised fighting fire with fire—against Kemses, of all people—was a stupid idea to begin with. He must have really cared about Ptolemos(not that he ever showed it) for all the trouble he went through trying to kill me. I didn't want to fight—I even said so to his skull face—but he left me with no option. It had to end between us, so I made sure he couldn't hurt me or my family ever again.

Marethyu and Scorpiana
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Ptolemos
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I'll be honest, I've been putting off writing this for days now. It's just...too much to say and not enough words in the entire vocabulary for me to write it all down. But I've never been one to back down from a challenge(not sure if that's a good or bad thing), and putting this all down really has helped me a lot(I guess some elves do know what they're doing after all). So, here goes...

Ptolemos the Mahjarrat; he was God to me. Before I found him(or he found me), I was losing my faith—in Zamorak, the order, et cetera—so when this imposing red-robed man suddenly showed up and claimed himself an emissary of our god, I thought to myself, "This is it. This is why I'm here". I didn't care that he killed my brothers, but I did voice my concerns about Fykeric leading us; Rekhyt(Ptolemos' then alias) would have made a better leader than the timid isolationist we got(not going to get started on that again). So I kept my mouth shut afterwards, did my duties like a good little cleric, and never acted out...until I received a "vision" from Zamorak himself(how could I have been so naive?). Funny how that turned out.

In my vision, I saw a lot of things: Rekhyt was Ptolemos, Ptolemos was a Mahjarrat, and I saw what he wanted from me. But more than that, I saw myself leading his armies; him remaking the world, rewriting history itself—and beside him?—me. I could see the respect he had for me in his eyes, the fear of our enemies in theirs, and the power I could have by his side. It was enough to make me lose faith in Zamorak entirely—and realise how much I had in Ptolemos, my new master henceforth. What can I say, I was desperate(a recurring problem it seems) and saw an out. How I searched for what else I had seen—the dwarf miner's journal—an account which held value beyond measure to Ptolemos... By the time I found it, I was hooked, plain and simple.

I did a lot of things in the name of Ptolemos; I've fought, killed, been beaten down, and then killed myself, most of which I've already written about, so I'll spare you the details(who's even reading this other than myself?). It was the Mahjarrat whom I suffered from the most, Arachnea being the top offender(if you ask me now, I'd say Ptolemos was obsessed with her). I didn't want to keep going—I needed to—especially after seeing that vision. However, as it so happens, I really didn't. We accomplished nothing together; he kept disappearing and I kept "fighting the good fight"(what does that even mean anymore?).

But with each disappearance, I grew more dogged than ever to find him(I guess that says a lot about me). Inside, though, it took its toll. I grew sick with it; he would go, only to later reappear expecting total obedience as though he had never been gone in the first place. Same thing happened with Alorah and Ptolemy(as much as it pains me to admit it). That's why I chose my kids over the chance of reviving him. No chance in Hell am I ever leaving them like they left me.

I guess you could say I'm through with Ptolemos—and I am—but also the Mahjarrat in general. I'm heeding Ptolemy's advice(sort of). No more Mahjarrat business; I'm staying well clear of their kind. Instead, I'm focusing on my life, my children, and the godless cause. Ptolemos used me for years, but I'm sick of being used and abused. I could say a lot more about him but who knows, maybe wherever Mahjarrat go after death, he's approving of my actions as I speak(not that I really care either way).

Ralphamic
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I didn't even go looking for this one. After receiving word about helping with some small assignment in Rimmington, I headed there immediately; the place had suffered before and I thought it was some leftover goblins again from the battle between Bandos and Armadyl. But instead, I found two guys and an icyene looking for a rock. Imagine my surprise when we discovered the rock was actually some kind of statue guarded by a wight. And then(wait for it), after distracting it long enough for one of the men to touch the statue, he transforms into a Mahjarrat right there in front of us. It gets better: As it turns out, his wife(who is also a Mahjarrat) attacked us soon after; we put her down. Afterwards, I decided I'd had enough unpredictability for one day and left, but not before Ralphamic(his name) cast some spell that lets me see into the Shadow Realm(I still don't know what to think about it all).

Vampyres
Nasty winged bloodsuckers and the undisputed overlords of Morytania.

Lothorian Foryx
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Places
Parts of the world—and those not of it—that I've been to and seen with my own two eyes.

Afterlife
''Note: I didn't even know I could write like this. Maybe it's not so bad after all—besides, putting this down on paper does feel good.''

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Hell, the Underworld, the Realm of the Dead... Old men with grey in their beards argue over what to call this place; it's all the same to me. Unlike them, I've been there and know its true nature: It is darkness incarnate. Once I had passed, Death itself came forward and guided me far away, deep beneath earth and stone, to a place filled with fog and shadow. I saw others there; vestigial figures of what we once were, garbed in robes of flitting twilight. I recall no pain, only a chilling sense of dread. Some may have spoken—soft murmurs and shallow breathing—but I couldn't comprehend any of it. Something drew me forward across a stone bridge(below us a river spanning as far as the eye could see). It was a light, sallow but not unkind. Out of the gloom rose a gate and the source of this light: Icthlarin, a god of the desert and shepherd of souls.

If Icthlarin spoke to us, I'm uncertain; my last thoughts and experiences distracted my already troubled mind(courtesy of Queen Batshit Insane and her demons). We were given passage through the gates and guided by the god through the underworld, assisted by his glowing torchlight. So natural it was for us to follow: Fear of the shadows—of the things prowling just beyond our sight—drove us ever forward... I'm still unable to recall what happened next, but the wails of the lost haunt my dreams me even now.

Strange, terrifying beasts drove at us from every direction. I saw them devour several others before Icthlarin fought them off, although by then it was too late. Many of us had become scattered and were soon enveloped by the darkness where the monsters dwelled. I could see the light of Icthlarin's torch in the distance. Yet with every step I made in its direction the futility of my efforts became ever more apparent. I knew in my heart(or whatever the ghostly equivalent is) that I was lost once the light finally winked out.

I knew I was not alone, so I fled(in no particular direction). Everywhere around me I heard the shrieks and cries of the unlucky few who hadn't(or couldn't) escape the clutches of their devourers. From then on I wandered aimlessly, avoiding any and all sources of light that didn't glow as the desert god's torch had(hellfire pits?) since I suspected they attracted more than just the occasional wandering spirits. Not once did I uncover any sign or hint or even an indication of a trail Icthlarin might have left behind for stragglers or lost souls to follow.

I was forgotten—a piece of flotsam cast adrift amidst an abyss of dark nothingness. I grew afraid...and then I opened my eyes.

Ptolemos stood watch over my body—my body—face aglow from working his magic. In that moment, I knew, for better or for worse, I was finally safe from those monsters lurking hungrily in the dark.

Freneskae
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Freneskae is—or was—the birthplace of the Mahjarrat. Alorah tricked me into going there with Ptolemy. She said it would help him("him" being her father—it's complicated), but turns out it only made things worse than they were. The place was a living nightmare; if the weather wasn't trying to kill you, the wildlife was, and vice versa: Muspah(deadly slug monsters) and lava geysers, freak thunderstorms and poisonous gases; it has pretty much everything you'd expect a Mahjarrat's home to have(but seriously: slug monsters?). We were lucky to survive. Still, I went there undead, yet when I got back I was alive. ALIVE. That doesn't happen. Something there must have—I don't know—kick-started my heart? Since Ptolemos' notes were lacking there, I haven't got a clue...but I know enough to not look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm more than grateful for whatever happened there(though you couldn't pay me enough to go back).

Mazcab
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Mazcab. Such a strange word in our tongue—hardly sounds proper enough to be the name of an entire world—yet it somehow fits. I was only there for a moment(thankfully the First Commander gave me leave to return home to my kids), but what I saw was...otherwordly. Imagine the Kharidian stretched beyond sight and sound, extending forevermore in every direction. That's Mazcab, and it's home to the cutest race of small frogmen you'll ever seen. Unfortunately for the Goebies(go-bees), they've been plagued by airut ever since Tuska last destroyed their world ages ago(although it's in remarkable condition considering it was eaten by a god-beast). Bloody airut... I'd slay every last one of them if I could, but it's a fool's hope. Besides, this isn't our fight—I even said as much to the First Commander. I don't know whether he agreed or not. The Goebies need to either learn how to end their own battles themselves or not at all(sounds a bit like the Zamorakian inside me). I hate it but I'm sure as Hell not risking my life for another's world when I have my own worth fighting for(I have to admit though: I've seen blue skies, black and green, and just about most in-betweens, but I've never seen pink ones(sunsets here must be absolutely breathtaking).

Morytania
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Morytania is a horrible place, home to more than just vampyres and werewolves. I've avoided going there, and only when absolutely necessary. It's in fact one of my least favourite places(top five contender), and I've only been there twice in my life. I know enough about Morytania—I was born in Varrock after all—to stay well clear of it. Unfortunately, the best those born there can hope for is a quick and lasting death.

Outer Space
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Space. SPACE. I'm in space!  Holy shit I'm in 

Okay, I need to explain what just happened since I'm still in shock and awe. So, turns out the First Commander was right when he had us investigate the airut(purple bull like beastmen with acidic spit). We found out that they worship a goddess called Tuska. It fit with some ancient Guthixian lore(something about his homeworld, I'll get to that later), right? Well, an astro-something wizard later revealed that a large celestial(his words, not mine) object was heading straight for us—and that it was alive. Unfortunately, I was attacked around this time and didn't wake up until after they learned it was Tuska(I did have an awful nightmare though; the others said it was a vision everyone had and was somehow related to her approach). A week later and we've actually secured access to her. I was scared as hell when Mark said we were going up there(who wouldn't be?) but orders are orders. I let the others go first though, just in case the lodestone connection was faulty(how did they even manage to get one up here anyway?). However, once I'd gone through, I was left speechless.

Space. I was actually in space(well, aboard a boar-like goddess however many times my size). They hadn't told me how different everything would look from the nightsky we know. I still gape at it all when I go up there. It's just so...beautiful...and cold. Very cold. Anyway, I left soon after that and have only been up a few times since. I've heard rumours about the other gods' factions and our own meeting to discuss a possible alliance to defeat Tuska before she gets close. And I'm actually hoping they work it out somehow; she's huge and there's no chance any of us can take her out by ourselves. I know, I've seen her with my spyglass and have walked on her backside. They say she ate worlds like Guthix's in the past—laid them entirely to ruin—and that pieces are dragged with her even now; the airut were just one of the signs of her coming and there could be more supposedly. Doomsayers everywhere are having a field day, I bet, but this doesn't excite me one bit. I'm actually scared...at least she's a foe we can fight. Rest assured, I'll be up there soon and doing what I can to take her down before she can even think about eating our home.

I'm miss space.

Ymgorffori
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Ymgorffori(I still don't know if I'm pronouncing it right) is a small community/encampment beneath the elven city of Prifddinas. A bunch of us—humans, dwarves, and gnomes—made the journey through the Arandar with some elves as guides. They let us have some land to ourselves, said if there was any trouble we could call on them. I don't like the idea of an elf as "Big Brother", so I've more or less kept to myself(besides that, I'm pretty sure there's a few elves who don't want us here). It's not much, but it serves as a safe place for the kids to grow for now.

Yu'biusk
Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I had the hardest time getting the spelling right(thank you, Ptolemos' notes). Eventually I found a passing reference here and there. Despite only having seen a little of the world(Yokrad's settlement of New Yok and its environs), I can safely say Yu'biusk's very much dead. I can't say I'm surprised after learning of Bandos' history there(and people still think gods are a good thing). Just breathing the air there...it could put you on the ground in only a matter of minutes, if not sooner. I was lucky for the magic around New Yok(so are a lot of his followers there, I'm sure; despite their Bandosian origins, the city is one of the more organised I've come across).

Transcripts
''Figured I might as well jot down all the stuff I recorded with that magical device Ptolemos made me since I'm pretty convinced it's going to die any day now—and for posterity's sake or whatever. Listed chronologically to avoid further migraines.''

Note: Do I really sound like that?

A Finality for Two
''Note: Has it really been two years since Ptolemos' murder? Gods, I sounded so desperate then—and Richie... I'm so sorry, little brother. I made a choice that day when I walked past our old playhouse; maybe if you hadn't seen me there you might still be alive with that idiot husband of yours.''

32 Ire of Phyrrys, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

My master is lost, although not in the sense of how I know the word. He is... I'm not sure how to describe it. Enthralled? Enraptured? Those are the closest words I know that come close to describing him. Even as I speak, I watch him; his outline is indistinct, and were it not for the light emanating from the rift I would be unable to see him. I cannot help but worry.

Ever since our discovery of this place he has barely moved. The rift commands his every attention. I can recall similar instances like this from our time with similar rifts, but those instances never lasted this long. So far he has only broken from his stupor once, only to deliver me instructions. Considering his strange behaviour, I am more than willing to do as he asks with the hope of returning him to me.

36 Ire of Phyrrys, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

It took me several days, but I am successful. The tele-orbs have been crafted and enchanted, as well as the dagger. I return to him now.

38 Ire of Phyrrys, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I must admit that I had expected my master to be well upon my return. However, it was not so. He remains where he stood the day I left. Despite my best efforts nothing seems to draw him out of wherever he is. I will wait for him.

I have discovered more instructions carved in the walls of the cave. I go now to do as he instructs.

3 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

The Mahjarrat have been informed of their task. They each took a tele-orb and left to do whatever they do. I have my doubts and suspicions, but they seem willing enough. Still, I don't trust any of them for a second. As for my master, he still remains unresponsive. I have searched the cave but found nothing new. I have faith though. He will come back to me. He has to.

9 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

My master has returned. He tells me it's time. I alert the Mahjarrat as I speak. Together we shall destroy the one who killed my master. I am eager to see the beast dead and my master avenged.

11 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I don't understand... My master is gone. He won't answer me. It's their fault! The other Mahjarrat acted too fast! Had they only waited for my the signal, my master wouldn't have had to possess the beast! He wouldn't have had to...

No. No, I refuse to believe it. He has left me before but always returned. I will not lose faith again. I will find him. I will find my master. This I swear.

14 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I don't get it. I have tried everything I know, yet nothing. He doesn't answer my calls... I must be doing something wrong. Perhaps I'm looking in the wrong place? But if not the Beyond, then where?

15 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I had an idea overnight. My master fell into one of the energy rifts while possessing the dragonkin, so his fate must somehow be linked with them. But what does it mean? I don't know... I should find someone with knowledge of these rifts and learn what I can from them. But where do I start looking?

17 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Good news. After returning to the Forinthry Ossuary to notify Sacheverell of my master's fate, I asked him for advice regarding the matter. He revealed to me that Steven has spent the past few months studying what they call the art of divination. It's funny, really. The druid never struck me as being suited for this sort of life, but I have to admit that he's surprised me thus far. I will seek him out and ask what he knows of the rifts. Perhaps he is the key to learning what happened to my master.

19 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I have found the druid. Turns out he'd gotten himself captured by bandits while travelling through Edgeville. He's alive, if not shaken. I'll see what he knows about the rifts once he's recovered enough. Before finding him though, I ran into a Mahjarrat. He was the one who helped me find the druid. I don't know what he had to gain from it though... Either way, I'll have to be careful. I don't know if any of the others are looking for me, but if they are... Well, at least we're in Varrock. There's no shortage of places to hide.

Varrock... I never expected to see this place again. It looks exactly like it was when I left all those years ago. My family must still live here. I wonder if... No, I shouldn't. It would only make matters worse. That life is behind me now. It's long past time I forgot them and they me.

21 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Damn it! I'm such a fool. I shouldn't have gone out in the first place. But how was I supposed to...? Forget it, it doesn't matter now. We have to leave the city by tonight. At least the druid's well enough to travel. I'll have to steal horses for us before we go, but that shouldn't prove too hard. I'll question him as we make our way to Skelkesh.

Despite what happened I'm glad I got to see my little brother's face again. He almost made living under our parents back then tolerable. Glad to see he's also found someone special, too. He better treat Richie right, otherwise my next visit will be far more worse than the last.

23 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

Steven has given me much to think about. As we made our way back to Edgeville he described what he knew of the energy rifts from personal experience. Afterwards he asked why I was asking about them, so I told him of what happened. He paled. He knows something but won't say tell me. Fine, I will play along for now. We wait for Skelkesh now. Once she's arrived, we will make for the rift my master fell into. And once there I will make him talk.

26 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I'm surprised, I didn't have to make the druid talk after all. When we reached the cave Steven saw the rift and began spouting all sorts of nonsense. I only understood half of what he said, but it was enough. As I speak Steven's near the rift divining or whatever they call it. I asked what he was trying to do and he told me he was trying to learn more of this rift in particular. If it goes well he said he might be able to tell me what happened to my master. So for now, I wait.

39 Novtumber, Year 0 of the Sixth Age

I don't believe it. Steven did it—the druid actually did it! He found my master! And of all the places... I have begun making preparations as I speak. Steven's decided to remain here to tend to the rift. As if I care. Let him freeze to death if he so desires. Meanwhile, I will... Who the hell are you?

Lingering Doubt
''Note: I can't believe I ever trusted that fanatical half-breed. No wonder Ptolemos never mentioned her, although I can't help but wonder how she could have turned out if he had acted on her before that "one true god" nonsense stole what was left of her sanity.''

1 Bennath, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I nearly forgot about you. After everything I've been through recently, I didn't even think you'd still work. Guess we learn something new every day, huh? Right now I'm waiting for Alorah to return from the village with more supplies. I don't get her. We barely got away from Azulra and still she persists we keep heading to gods-know-where. Every time I ask she refuses to say where we're head. Some island or something. She says it it will help him remember who he is once we get him there.

I don't know why I'm still with her, especially after what she did to him. I keep asking myself if it's for his sake or my own that I don't just take him and run. But I can't go now. Ptolemy's condition is worsening. Alorah assures me that whatever she did to him was for his safety, but I don't buy it. When he fell overboard the other day, I thought... I don't want to lose him again. I can't.

Growing Concern
''Note: See? I rest my case. Imagine if had I acted sooner...''

9 Bennath, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Finally, we're rid of the hobgoblin. Hopefully now we can lose any others who've followed us here. Alorah might trust Marethyu, but that doesn't mean I have to. Ptolemy is doing well, considering where we are. Freneskae... How could anyone live here? Ignoring those things that came after us earlier, there's always lava or freak lightning storms that will kill you if you're not careful. We're lucky to have Alorah here with us. If anything happened to her, I'm not sure if I could get us off this world alive.

Alorah led us to a cave on the other side of the valley. Turns out she'd been to this one before. A dead Mahjarrat lay within. Her handiwork, I think. It doesn't have any marks, though. She searched his body and pulled out an orb of some kind. "From my first visit", she said. It's supposed to take us to a place called the Sundered Sea. It's where Ptolemos was born. That must be where he'll remember who he is... She's signalling that it's time to go.

11 Bennath, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

We've run into more of those muspah things. Alorah had to fight them off by herself. She's... I don't think she's doing well. Our supply of crystals have run out and we haven't been able to find anymore since we entered this region. She's already taxed her strength by getting us this far, and with the constant threat of more attacks or freak weather... What will I do if she doesn't make it? No, don't think like that. We'll reach this place in a matter of hours, we'll get Ptolemos back, and then we'll find the World Gate or whatever and get back home.

A Fresh Start
''Note: A fresh start, indeed. I can still hear Ptolemy's wild ramblings after he'd awoken whenever I close my eyes. He didn't deserve that, but at least he didn't leave me alone in this world. I don't care what his letter said, those children will always be his, even if they never know it themselves.''

11 Fentuary, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Ptolemy woke up today, finally. I wasn't sure if... I was sitting beside him when he saw me. He suddenly started to ramble madly while reaching for my sword. His eyes were... I think he wanted to kill himself. Gods... I knocked him out before he could do it. This is just too much for me right now. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. I can't just leave him here, not with Ptolemos in the condition he is in now. I wanted Arachnea to erase his memories at first, make it so he wouldn't remember what we went through... but that would mean he wouldn't remember me... and I don't want that. For now I'll keep watch over him, at least until I can figure out what to do.

As for Ptolemos, he's still in the cabinet I locked him in, screaming and beating the walls. I don't know whether he's trying to tell me something or if he's just trying to kill me. I still can't hear anything out of my right ear since the last time he acted like this. Whatever language he's using is just too dangerous.

I just need time to think. Everything's been happening so fast lately. I hope Richie's doing okay.

13 Fentuary, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Ptolemy's... gone. I left him under the care of a place called St. Elspeth's Hospital, some kind of dingy asylum for the sick and elderly in the backwoods of Asgarnia. I don't like it, but it's better this way, for both of us. No one will think to look for him there and the monks will take of him. Meanwhile I'll keep looking for a way to fix this. Still... I'll make sure to write him. It's the least I can do. Hopefully he'll understand why I did this.

I haven't checked on Ptolemos since we left. Part of me wants to leave him there... but no, I can't do that. I owe him that much, don't I? Even if that thing in there isn't really him, not entirely...

16 Fentuary, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

It's settled, then. I met with someone from the Godless, a lady named Sera. I'm one of them now. Strange saying that... I've never worked well with others in the past. but isn't this what he wanted: A world without gods? He would always speak of the Godless, yet never once did I see him work with them. Still, I can't do it alone. I don't want to... not anymore.

2 Septober, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Gods, I never thought being godless could be so boring. Ever since joining I've done nothing but hide, just as the First Commander ordered. We're to "remain out of sight" and not "engage the enemy". I told them myself we accomplished nothing by hiding, but did they listen? Of course not! Tch... I've probably had more experience fighting the gods than any of them. At least I tried to make a difference. Not like these fools...

3 Septober, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

It's happening again. I didn't want to believe it at first, not after last time, but I can't ignore it anymore. It's been too many weeks and I...