User blog:Knddnk2/Dragon Rider lore book

The following is typed directly from a book found ingame, all content belongs to jagex etc.

The Last of the Dragon Riders

As far as I know, nothing has ever been written about my people. THe words I write here may be the only record of us. No one else is to blame; we brought it on ourselves, and I - more than anyone - am responsible for what came to pass.

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Long ago, we lived on a world with no stars in the sky. It was a simple, beautiful world, and we had no reason to war with each other. There were no enemies, threats or lies, and we were at peace with all creatures, including the great gurhs - huge creatures that roamed the marshes. We helped them to find food and - in turn - they allowed us to ride them, to plough our fields. We looked after their eggs, which was hard on many of us; while we longed to have children, our bodies had become infertile. No child had been born for decades, and the youngest of our people would soon be past childbearing age.

One night, when all three moons were clear in the sky, a shadowy figure appeared on the outskirs of our settlement. When we approached him he would disappear; when we called to him he would not answer. After a time, we grew accustomed to his watching. We returned to tending the gurhs, riding them as we ploughed our fields.

Eventually, the shadowy man approached us. He spoke as if several voices were speaking at the same time" 'I have an offer for your people: I can cure your infertiliy. You must stop playing nanny to these beasts and have children of your own. Come away from this world and receive my gift.

Another world? A chance to have children? It was so much to comprehen. He only gave us a night to decide. We, the tribe's riders mer on our gurhs, away from the stranger. We talked and called for a vote. Each rider was required to step their gurh forward if they would follow this man; those who wished to remain must step back. I was the only one to remain still as the others moved forward. The following is typed directly from a book found ingame, all content belongs to jagex etc.

The Last of the Dragon Riders

As far as I know, nothing has ever been written about my people. THe words I write here may be the only record of us. No one else is to blame; we brought it on ourselves, and I - more than anyone - am responsible for what came to pass.

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Long ago, we lived on a world with no stars in the sky. It was a simple, beautiful world, and we had no reason to war with each other. There were no enemies, threats or lies, and we were at peace with all creatures, including the great gurhs - huge creatures that roamed the marshes. We helped them to find food and - in turn - they allowed us to ride them, to plough our fields. We looked after their eggs, which was hard on many of us; while we longed to have children, our bodies had become infertile. No child had been born for decades, and the youngest of our people would soon be past childbearing age.

One night, when all three moons were clear in the sky, a shadowy figure appeared on the outskirs of our settlement. When we approached him he would disappear; when we called to him he would not answer. After a time, we grew accustomed to his watching. We returned to tending the gurhs, riding them as we ploughed our fields.

Eventually, the shadowy man approached us. He spoke as if several voices were speaking at the same time" 'I have an offer for your people: I can cure your infertiliy. You must stop playing nanny to these beasts and have children of your own. Come away from this world and receive my gift.

Another world? A chance to have children? It was so much to comprehen. He only gave us a night to decide. We, the tribe's riders mer on our gurhs, away from the stranger. We talked and called for a vote. Each rider was required to step their gurh forward if they would follow this man; those who wished to remain must step back. I was the only one to remain still as the others moved forward. Making decision had never come easily to me. So, we followed the man through a portal to another world. It was a world nothing like our own; full of mountains, great oceans and a huge variety of creatures. Having left our world to the gurhs, we soon developed an affinity with dragons. These great lizards were not unlike the gurhs, except they breathed fire and were not so gentle. Yet, in our hands they became tame enough to ride. The one who brought us here - the one they called the 'Empty Lord' - told us that we were the first to accomplish the feat, and he seemed pleased with us.

The new world was complex, and much happened that we didn't understand. We had to quickly learn about concepts like loyalty and lies. Of that list, loyalty came easiest to us, and we did as the Empty Lord commanded, hoping that he would reward us with offspring. We learned about war next, and we took to it with great skill. It awoke something in us. The Empty Lords enemies began to fear us. I rode a magnificent black beast with three heads. Word spread of us: the ' Dragon Riders'.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">For years we rained fire on our opponents, and many of us forgot about our infertility, even as our numbers fell. The finest warriors will still fall, and age took our elders. I called for a meet, and we agreed to petition the Empty Lord, and he asked us to wait until the war was over. The Empty Lord told us this day would coem soon. But, after one vicious, terrible battle, only five of us remained. We had gone from dozens to a handful.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was at our lowest ebb that one of the Empty Lords General - Zamorak - approached us. He had been growing in power and influence, and he had a reputation for making promises that the Empty Lord could not hear. That day he offered us the one thing that the Empty Lord had never delivered, in exchange for two of our number to become his personal bodyguard. We agreed that Morvannon and Apropos would join him. If the Empty Lord did not make good on his word, perhaps Zamorak would.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A week later, Morvannon and apropos returned to us. They had flown all evening to give us the news: Zamorak had retrieved a weapon that had enough power to kill the Empty Lord, and there would be a confrontation that night. Apropos said 'We must ride with Zamorak. The Empty Lord is never going to honour his deal with us. if [Typo] Zamorak becomes a god tonight, we'll be rewarded for siding with him.' Morvannon had already mounted her dragon, ready to fly.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'No, We can't risk our lives allying with Zamorak,' said Ablenkain. 'The Empty Lord has promised us with offspring after the war. If we warn him, he will reward our loyalty. Besides, how do you know that Zamorak has the power to give us anything? Balustan nodded in agreement.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Like the gurth-meets of old, we voted on our steeds. Ablenkain and Balustans dragons belched fire into the air; Morvannon and Aproposs dragons streamed fire to the ground. My dragon stood: sullen, unmoving, undecided.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'We cannot risk the fate of our race. If we gamble on either side, we could lose everything. We must hold on to what we have and do nothing. The victor will want us on his side. We can control the dragons, and he will forgive us for not intervening.' I said.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We argued, we fought, we voted countless times that night, but none of us would change our stance. We argued until the sun rose, but I was confident that the victor would welcome us back to him and cure us of our sickness.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But that night, both Zamorak and the Empty Lord dissappeared from the world - we have never learned what happened. More importantly, their armies did not disband. THere was chaos, and many fought among themselves, but others looked afield for revenge. Zamorak's allies claimed that Morvannon and Apropos had abandoned Zamorak, and branded them traitors. Those loyal to the Empty Lord believed Ablenkain, Balustan and I were traitors too, and came for us.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Apropos died first, hunted down by Zamorak's vampyres once they had bled her dry, the tied her to a great stake for all to see. It wasn't long before Ablenkian and Balustan followed her. They tried to flee but were torn apart by the Empty Lords ripper demons. Morvannon was able to outrun Zamorak's helldogs for a week or so, before a lone arrow knicked her from her dragon. She was devoured by the pack and I, for the first time, was alone.

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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> I have returned to the cave where we entered this forsaken world. My dragon is by my side, which gives me some small comfort. Looking at him reminds me of the gurhs on my home world. I wonder whether they have survived without us. Hannibus.