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

Beings

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

Demons

Demonic creatures belong here.

Note: Engage only when necessary. Slippery devils, most of them; the rest, as cruel and bloodthirsty as my kin.

Gephis'vros

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I can hardly believe my luck. How many years have I studied the Abyss in hopes of unlocking its mysteries? Countless hours I've spent pouring over every single account of the place I could find, trying earnestly to unravel the very nature of the fabric between worlds, and only now does it finally pay off. During my travel of this place, I discovered a single byzroth demon, isolated from its hungry chthonian kin. Unlike the others of the Abyss, this one retained most of its intelligence Gephis'vros, was its name, and it was surprised to see me. We ended up discussing in length the questionable nature of the Abyss; yet enlightening as it was, I still hadn't found what I came for. But before I could leave, the demon made me an offer I simply couldn't refuse.

By taking a piece of its own essence and infusing it with the properties of the Abyss, Gephis'vros created a creature that, simply put, should not exist... yet somehow it did. Supplemented by the unique energies of the Abyss, this tiny thing could do such things even I could never have imagined—no doubt its creation has something to do with this. The demon said I could have it on one condition: it needed an alternative source of power that his "prison" could not so easily provide; he needed souls. I said yes. Of course I said yes. It drew up the pact and we both bound it in place with a minute fraction of our essence. I left immediately, taking my prize with me. I've already made several plans for this creature, but it won't be capable of much just yet. But given enough time and adjustment, I will have much more than just a tool or weapon. It will be a network.

The demon has no idea what it gave me. So what if I must lose a few chaos monks? Their lives and accomplishments are but ants compared to this discovery of my own.

Dreams of Mah 

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

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

Akrenos

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I was first made aware of this one when he approached us on Freneskae. What he was doing there is anyone's guess. He asked that I return with him in order to regain my memories, but he failed to realize I already had, claiming I'd something few of our kind appreciated. But I refused to go with him. I had business to take care of first, and I couldn't abandon the others to that dying world. I learned his name from Jhaktos who he seems to know somehow.

Altanquin

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

Arachnea

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

...

Arachnea came today. We talked. If I hadn't been in such a hurry, I would've explained myself further. Unfortunately, I have no time frame for when I must have Strithac's task completed. I did warn of her him, though, as well as the dangers of visiting Freneskae. I think I'll try to keep in touch if my studies permit. She's proven herself time and again to be an equal—someone I can, if not agree with, then at least relate to, since any agreement between us is either a thinly veiled threat or exploitation of the other. Even so, I've been catching myself wondering what could have been between us had I not tread certain paths... I suppose it doesn't really matter now. I know as well as any that the past cannot be changed, no matter the price made.

Azulra

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I must watch out for this one. We met and fought after I mistakenly discovered her hideaway. It pains me to admit defeat, but at least I got away with my life. She's as wild and unpredictable as they come, with enough power to be a threat if treated poorly.

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Baylon

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Crokum

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

Crokum has spent the last few days persuading his tribe to join us on Gielinor. He was able to bring a sizable number back with him. I suspect he intimidated most of them and rallied the rest. I will assign roles starting tomorrow and hopefully by then we will have evenmore from Freneskae as we move forward with the plan.

...

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

Dissidious

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Dissidious. He attempted to take charge in the latest ritual. He favors illusions above all else, or so I believe. It will be interesting to see what he does next.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I can't believe Dissidious. After what I went through in that realm of his, what he put us through, I wish to never see his face again.

Drachmus

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Evgeni Avencianci

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

I learned of this one during the latest ritual. He seemed capable enough. I will see whether or not he could prove a useful ally in the future.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

It seems I have made an enemy of Evgeni. He and Thane, led under Azulra, lured me to an abandoned citadel and tried to kill me and take my Mahjarratbane from me. I wasn't fooled by their ruse, however, and saw how their alliance quickly crumbled afterwards. He was fortunate to have made it out alive.

...

How odd. After killing Azulra it seems like Evgeni and Arachnea have gotten together. What does she see in him? He's far too unreserved and lacks any ambition. What mark will he leave on this world?

...

Strabach, Marethyu, and I have failed to persuade Evgeni to commit to our cause. He hesitates even now. It's obvious why: his mate, Arachnea. Perhaps I was wrong in assuming their relationship was one of attraction.

Izachera

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Jarenthar

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Marethyu's brother. His allegiance, it seems, is to himself and his brother rather than any god. He's useful for now. Hopefully I will be able to persuade him why my cause is one worth fighting for.

Jhaktos

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Like Akrenos, I first saw this one on Freneskae. He seemed loyal to him, suggesting an alliance or partnership of some kind. He was willing to go along with what the other said, so I suspect he is the follower rather than the leader. He approached me while I investigated the nature of a beast I suspected of having absorbed the divine energy from an energy rift. I enlisted his aid in capturing it. He was easy enough to get along with and had no open loyalties. Working with him in the future is a possibility.

Kemses

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

Kemses and I have spent much time working together. In preparation for the nearing ritual, he and I attempted to negotiate a truce between other Zamorakian Dreams. I believe it went rather well, all things considered. In addition, I believe we may have crossed paths at one point in the past: the siege of Uzer, perhaps? I can scarcely recall much from the battle...

Later on, we went searching for the Stone of Jas by tracing similar residual energy left in its wake. I think we may have found something, but it will involve work uncovering whatever it is.

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Year 3 of the Sixth Age

So it's done. Kemses and I are speaking again. It's good to have an ally if not a friend; I'm glad for it. Under the present circumstances of my "revival," I feel it was necessary to re-establish past connections. I am well aware of how risky a maneuver it was, but revealing myself to him was for the best. I may very well need his assistance again in the future—one we hopefully work for together.

Kisbeth

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Another female. We first met in Al Kharid. I know very little of her or her agenda. However, like the mysterious Arachnea, her very presence commands your attention. I must watch her closely.

...

Kisbeth turned out to be very influential during the past ritual, and by influential I mean she was the first to nominate and the first to attack. A woman after my own heart. She and I butted heads when it came to the selection of the sacrifice, but such is to be expected. Judging by her position among the others, I would say this Kisbeth is both clever and daring. She showed no hesitation in her actions and was quick to voice her opinions. Admirable considering her true motives continue to elude me.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

It was Kisbeth who told us Guthix was dead. How she found this out I will never know. This complicates things.

...

I had a civil discussion with Kisbeth outside East Ardougne, after a long period of no interaction whatsoever. If I can sway her to my side, others will follow, so influential is her presence. She's also rather engaging, I must admit.

Lazarus

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Lord Hol-lis

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Marethyu

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I've found an ally, one who expressed willingess to assist in the efforts of ridding this world of the gods. His name is Marethyu. He has, or at least knows of a portal connecting this world to Freneskae, and we plan to use it to enlist the forces of native Dreams to our cause. If everything goes according to plan, we will become a force to be reckoned with.

...

Marethyu and I have been able to recruit a number of allies since we've started working together. Our forces have been empowered through the ritual and we continue to grow in strength each passing day. I can't put into words the gratitude I have for Marethyu's assistance. Despite the low hopes and expectations I have for the Dreams of this world, more than a few have the character required to truly make a change. I won't forget his loyalty as we move forward.

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

It's always good to see a friendly face again. It seems like Marethyu has been taking care of Alorah following my sudden... departure. I'm glad for it. Perhaps he can be a positive influence in her life, something I never was capable of being. I kept quiet during our conversation out of fear and shame for what I am now. Let him remember me as what I once was, a mighty and influential Dreams, rather than the weak human I am now...

Penindasan

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

Cassie, or so she called herself, was the first to find me after my reawakening. I hadn't moved an inch before she appeared, demanding to know about where I've been and how I found my way back. Now that I think about it, she looked familiar... Perhaps one from my uncle's tribe. She tried to use my own blood against me, but I evaded her spell. She left quickly after that. I doubt this will be our only encounter.

...

Cassie visited the Forinthry Ossuary today. She didn't realize who I was until I revealed myself. She was keen to know what she'd missed from the meeting I'd called the others together for. I told her of uniting the Dreams against the gods, and even offered her a place among my forces despite our last encounter. She wouldn't have any of it and left. A shame, but perhaps I can still persuade her yet.

...

Again, Cassie (her real name being Penindasan, I discovered) emerged from the shadows. This time it was shortly after the ritual Marethyu and I held for our forces. I lied to her and said a few Dreams had tried to assassinate us, so we dealt with them. She seemed to buy it. I offered her again the same proposal I did last time: a place among us. She refused—again. I tire of her rejections. If she'd tame the hot blood that flows through the rest of her family, she could become something greater than both Yurlungur and Azulra combined! But that doesn't seem to be the case, as much as it saddens me to admit it.

Raine

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Renac

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

...

I tried to help my kind before, but look where it got me. Do we really deserve a second chance? Do I? It doesn't matter. I agreed to help him in the end. Perhaps through this I can make up for some of the grievous acts I have done in the past.

Sailas Agares

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

This one has a lot of nerve. He comes before me as I work and has the audacity to threaten me. I may be weak, but I'm no spineless pup who can be cowed into submission. I won't forget this.

Scorpiana

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

This one is an associate of Marethyu. The two seemed to know each other from a previous engagement. He and I were able to convince her that our cause was just. I look forward to working with her.

...

Intriguing. Earlier Marethyu disclosed between Evgeni and I how he and his mate were expecting. I would think it a risk to raise a child in this day and age, but it comes to show just how much he believes in this cause. Hopefully she feels the same. Such trust could be key in turning those still unsure to our ranks.

Skolfarik

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Strabach

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Tuwatu

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Thane Nol

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

Kemses has introduced this one to me. Thane. I don't know what to make of him yet.

...

How many weeks did I suffer as Arachnea's prisoner? Too many. Yet upon my release I find out that neither he nor Kemses did anything about it. This just goes to show how much I can count on them. I'll be sure to return the favor one day.

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I shouldn't count Thane as an ally anymore. Not after what he tried to do with Azulra and Evgeni. Their pathetic attempt at an ambush has only proven what I have known all along: the only person you can count on is yourself.

...

I met with Thane earlier. He hasn't changed much since I saw him last. We discussed our allegiances. I was able to make an ally of him once more, but that isn't important. As we talked he brushed upon Freneskae and those still there. To be honest I never gave it much thought, but now I realize just how valuable this information could be. Imagine if a direct line were ever made between our worlds... Those in control of it would be unstoppable.

Yurlungur

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

I don't know yet how this one knows me, but there must be some connection between us. His remark as he left was a chilling one, if anything.

...

Uncle. That is who he is. My mother's brother. I haven't seen him since... It doesn't matter. We share a familial bond and yet that didn't stop him from trying to kill me. Does he not see how weak the others have become under the gods' thumbs? Zaros—yes, I am unafraid to speak his name even now—and Zamorak have both limited our race and continue to drag us toward our extinction. Oh, he offered me a role in his family and help start a war between our kind, but I refused. We came to blows then, but he fled once I activated the golem. He's nothing but a snake and a coward.

...

Even after my time away from Gielinor I have yet to forgive my uncle for what he did. I'm not lying when I say he and his family are the one thing I didn't miss.

...

Dead and still I am hunted and hated by my uncle. Such a waste of his time! Can't he see the bigger picture or hear the sweet song like I do? Perhaps he refuses it even now...

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

I don't feel my uncle, and while the same could be said for the others, I truly believe he has passed. Looking over my notes regarding him, I feel somewhat ashamed of myself. Yet despite that... I'm glad he's dead.

Xolotl Tsutai

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

Zantik

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Dorgeshuun

Some sort of subterranean offshoot of the typical goblin.

Clerk

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

Dragonkin

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

Strithac

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

Lashual

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Dwarves

I've set aside a scroll for the dwarves I will no doubt encounter in the future.

Toby Almaard

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Halfbreeds

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

Alorah Taredi

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Ellie

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Sacheverell Lessard

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Tenebra

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

...

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

Hobgoblin

Hobgoblins go here.

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

Drok

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Humans

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

Fykeric Bliem

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

Lucilla Sicarius

[This entry appears to have been either misplaced or purposely absent from the rest of Ptolemos' collection.]

Melody Sicarius

[This entry appears to have been either misplaced or purposely absent from the rest of Ptolemos' collection.]

Rosaline Haines

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

...

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

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

...

I haven't heard from her for several days. I know she went out of concern for the welfare of her brother. She rejected my offer to help, insisting I remain out of sight and mind of those looking for me. I hope she hasn't gotten into trouble.

Steven Weaver

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

...

Steven was attacked and nearly killed by some kind of beast. I left him for two days and came back to find him bleeding out near an energy rift. I returned him to Ronasil's Company and questioned him concerning what happened. He described how something came out of the forest, a dark, fast creature. Judging from the energy rift's emptiness, I believe it was attracted to it and consumed what meager amount of energy it could. I'll have to learn what I can of this creature.

Yokrad

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

...

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

Year 3 of the Sixth Age

According to various rumors I've heard, Yokrad has ascended to godhood. I am familiar with the concept, of course, and it would explain the increase in power I felt during our encounter on Freneskae... but I find the entire notion ridiculous. How could a Bandosian human accomplish what I could not? I very much doubt the sincerity of the speculation regarding him, exaggerated as they surely are. It's quite simply impossible.

...

Perhaps I was too judgmental with concerns to Yokrad's condition. He made it abundantly clear to me that his power is not something to be so easily dismissed. Kemses' fortress will bear the scars of his short but effective seige for years to come. I'm not sure what arrangement he has with the demon, but as long as they conduct their business elsewhere, preferably well away from my own, I will satisfy myself with only having them monitored for the time being. While I can no longer question that a spark of divinity lies within him, it still doesn't sit right with me; could he have found access to an elder artefact? It would certainly account for much... That's enough. I mustn't allow myself to ponder over such matters any longer. 

Vampyre

I don't trust vampyres nor their company, but I will put this here in case I ever come across one of their kind.

Lothorian Foryx

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

...

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

...

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

Memorandum

I've dedicated an entire row of shelves for entries of a more... personal nature: letters, reflections, and private correspondence. On second thought, I might need more shelves.

Journal Entries

A Matter of Family

19 Bennath, Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some Neglected Comeuppance

19 Bennath, Year 2 of the Sixth Age

One year ago to the day I was visited by my uncle, Yurlungur, whereupon he tried to kill me but failed. He later returned with others, and by working together they nearly succeeded where he hadn't. Instead of dying, though, I was taken far, far away, to a place where I would spend many long years with only myself for company. I remember being very angry during that time for what I perceived as an injustice against myself, but only later did I come to a realization: I was the true perpetrator of a crime far worse than the one they'd dealt me. With clarity came peace... and with peace came a return.

I was a changed man, or as changed as my kind could become. I saw how wrong I had been and vowed to do things differently from then on. I tried to bring together the Dreams, but so few of them heeded my call. I grew angry again from knowing that they'd ignored me, believed me a fool, and worse. It was then that I grew desperate. I gathered an army to fight for my cause: I sought to save my people and elevate them above all other races. But in my haste I brought about my mortal end.

Everything after my death up to the moment of my rebirth is little more than a mystery. I'm told I was like a ghost; a lingering spirit of vengeance. I've spoken with Rosaline about it and learned that we would often share her body; something akin to possession, I posit. She even showed me the disorganized notes I had written while controlling her. It's disconcerting to read words in my own handwriting that I have no recollection of ever having written, and yet I am engrossed by them. What kind of experience must I've had to so willingly sacrifice myself? What about it made me throw myself into that rift?

Why am I still here?

It must be said somewhere. I'm different now: a Dream no more. I'm weak, fragile... human. I don't know how nor why I'm like this. I want—need—answers... I know the likelihood of finding them are poor and yet... oddly, I don't feel angry this time.

Private Records

I managed to salvage a few, ah, relics from my past. Let it remain there, I said, but a part of myself just refuses to let go. I suppose I will find some use for them later on. Cataloguing, perhaps?

From the Lips of a Mad Man

Note: For those who seek to follow in Ptolemos' footsteps, heed these words well.

Note: A cautionary tale written by an abomination, summarizing my life as though it knew all that I had gone through. It was I who sacrificed so much for my people, I who suffered through the torture, the humiliation; the one beaten down and left to rot. Those are mine alone, not its... and I do not whimper.

Ptolemos never really feared death. All things must come to an end, something he knew all too well... but it was what you did before taking your last breath that truly mattered. Leaving one's mark on the world, now that was the greatest achievement one could strive for. And strive he did. For many millennia Ptolemos labored, his causes as varied as the seasons. Some were more righteous than others, yet all were united in their purpose: to succeed and have him become recognized; feared and loved by his equals, worshiped and loathed by those lesser than him. In the end, however, Ptolemos failed to realize one crucial detail: names are fickle and can die as easy as men.

Ptolemos was brought into the world as a son, and over time grew to become many things: a brother, soldier, sorcerer, leader, and father. He accumulated many followers over his lifetime. Many were loyal and served him faithfully, while many more simply sought to use him as he used them. Between him and those who followed in his footsteps, Ptolemos set out to accomplish many a great thing, yet always he fell short, for in this world failure is the price we pay to move forward. In truth, some are born into this world to do greatness; Ptolemos, like so many others, go only so far before the weight of their actions collapse them.

Perhaps it's better this way. Indeed, it can be said that Ptolemos did more than most have throughout their entire lives: serving not only one, but two beings of immense power, creating a weapon the likes of which his kind had never seen before, traveling through the currents of time, destroying an ancient creature driven solely by hate... and most importantly, the siring of children through which his legacy might live on. Few were those who could claim as much, let alone those who lived to see the day when their efforts reached fruition. Unfortunately for Ptolemos, he wouldn't be there to see them pay off as he'd hoped.

Far beyond what any man or woman could—or would want—to endure, Ptolemos met his end when he succumbed to his own selfish desires, as well as the love of a woman he never truly appreciated. Her actions marked the start of his last journey; a transition from one weak state to another even weaker vessel, born of good intentions, desperation, and the selfless act of one whose motives are never truly comprehended. It was here where he lost what made him whole: his memories and his magic.

Ptolemos lingered briefly afterwards, bereft of an identity and purpose. Now little more than an animal deprived of its basic senses, he wandered freely before being caught and reduced to his bare essence by what his fleeting mind recognized as the better part of himself.

So it was that the great Ptolemos, ever eager to display his prowess and resolve before the eyes of his peers, submitted with little more than a piteous whimper.

Third Age Confessions

Early Third- to early Fourth Age

So it begins. Zamorak has returned from Infernus and with him an army the likes of which Gielinor hasn't seen since the Empty Lord's reign. He has already declared war on the other gods, sparking what some of the others have called the God Wars. A fitting name, I suppose. Of my brother, I haven't seen nor felt him among the ranks of those who have returned with him. Surely, I would have felt something by now...

...

Another of our kind lost and for what? Glory? Domination? But what do the gods care? One life means little to them. My brother knew the risks, he was one of the volunteers after all. And look where that got him... just like her. Zamorak may have fooled the others with his claims of progress and prosperity, but I'm no fool. I see through his colorful words, his false promises. He cares only for power. We are but tools to him, a means to an end. Zaros was no different. By following these gods, we are damning ourselves to a slow end.

...

I still remember her voice, that mischevous grin of hers when she knew something I didn't. I often find myself wondering what could have been had I acted faster... had I done something different. Every day I ask myself. How could it have happened? How could I have let it happen? How could He? She'd believed in Him, in His words and promises. His lies... She had been one of His most faithful, but He had abandoned her when she needed Him most, when I needed... But just like that, the Empty Lord was dead, and she with Him.

...

Despite His assurances, the Empty Lord has fallen, slain by a mere mortal. Now His murderer has taken His place, and I find myself fighting under Him. The irony is not lost on me. I find no enjoyment in killing anymore. Each foe I obliterate with my magic is another victory for "my lord." If I could, I would march start up to Him and tear Him apart piece by piece. But what am I to a god? A mere ant fighting against a mountain, that's what. I would already be dead had I not allied myself with His forces. At least this way I can bide my time and work out a way to strike back, to hurt Him as He had once hurt me.

...

Damn my foolishness! I should never have volunteered for Thammaron's siege. It was a disaster! Uzer is completely destroyed, as are the demonic forces. Our enemies hardly fared any better as far as I can tell, but that's little consolation for what I went through. At first it seemed an easy victory, but then those damned golems showed up. As if they weren't enough, Azzanadra appeared from nowhere and nearly killed us all. I can barely stand, let alone write. I...

I'm not sure, but I feel as though something has happened to me. Admittedly it's something that's been happening to me for a long time. I hadn't thought much of it, but over the years I've felt my power steadily decreasing at an uneven pace, as though it's slipping through my fingers, and the worse part about it is that I don't know why! At first I thought it had something to do with my kind's absence from Freneskae, but I quickly dismissed that notion following each successful Ritual of Rejuvenation. I'm starting to fear that it's something else. But I can't let this get in the way of my plan. I will find a way to take my revenge on the gods, power be damned!

...

I don't believe it. The God Wars are over. It's actually over. After all these years of lying low, of keeping my head and ears to the ground, I come to learn of the gods' banishment through an illiterate farmhand. Inconceivable. Apparently, a god, Guthix, appeared and banished the other gods from Gielinor and has prevented them from ever returning. And here I thought Guthix was little more than a legend, a mere myth. I can still barely wrap my head around it... Zamorak is gone. Saradomin, Armadyl, Bandos, all gone. But they're still out there. I have no doubt that they're already trying to claw their way back in. I won't waste the time I've been given. I must resume my research immediately.

...

I have heard of an ancient temple somewhere in the mountainous regions of Forinthry that might contain a way for me to gain back my power, as well something that could help me end the tyranny of the gods. It's only an inkling, but it's the best lead I have. I don't even know if the temple has survived the destruction wrought by Zamorak's last act. I'll strike out in the hours before dawn. Surely there are those curious of my absence from the latest ritual, but I must risk it. I haven't come this far to simply die in a hole in the ground.

Organizations

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

The Chosen Battalion

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Hand of Ptolemos

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

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

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

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

From what Rosaline's told me the Hand of Ptolemos has come under new leadership. Someone named Alaric. I think I remember him. He struck me as an opportunist. It comes as no surprise to me that he did what he did. I doubt he has any idea what he's doing by assuming control of the order. My enemies are now his. For what he put Rosaline through, I say good riddance. As for the order, I doubt very much it will be still be here a year from now. Disheartening, but unavoidable.

Ronasil's Company

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

Is it a coincidence that Toby and her band of misfits found me or something more? I don't know. Ronasil's Company as they call themselves have been more than hospitable, having offered Rosaline and I a place to stay for now. They still know me as Rekhyt, a former brother of theirs from my days in Rosaline's order. Would they still be as welcoming if they knew the truth, I wonder? But that is a question for another time. As of right now I have much to do, preparations to make should something go amiss.

Research

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

Mahjarratbane

Year 169 of the Fifth Age

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

Year 1 of the Sixth Age

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

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

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

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

It is no more. I've done what I should have long ago and destroyed my creation. Creating it was the worst sin I've carried out against my kind. May its ilk never be seen again in this world or the next. I only hope no other has followed in my footsteps during my absence.

Divination

Year 2 of the Sixth Age

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

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Steven and I were lucky enough to discover another rift not too far from our camp, but when he tried to teach me how to harvest the energy from the air around it... nothing happened. Steven claims he doesn't know what's going on and says he's never seen anything like it. Why can't things go right for me just once?

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Things only went from bad to worse. The energy rift we were employing has been rendered inert. Some kind of creature attacked Steven and stole all the energy the rift had. It's now useless. I'm more concerned with the nature of the creature, however, as no mere animal can take the divine energy so effectively as it had. Another of my kind, Jhaktos, appeared, and I asked for his help in the matter. Together we cordoned off a part of the forest and searched for any evidence concerning the creature. Jhaktos found and chased the thing into my trap, but it escaped when I went to inspect it.

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I fear I've learned just what kind of creature we're dealing with. With its strange shape-shifting abilities, yellow smoke, and the fact that I felt drawn to it leads me to only one conclusion. Could this be an answer to my questions? Perhaps, but I will need to track the beast down once more. Easier said than done, I'm afraid...

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