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25 Pentember, Year 7, Sixth Age

When this Abby was raised from the ground and built with the Blessing of Saradomin, I was chosen from the ranks on Entrana to make the long journey to the Arandar woods to bring the Words of Wisdom to the Valley Folk.

I was a young man when the Great Schism occurred and was one of the first to speak out in support of the then Archbishop. The world was changing and so must our teachings and the Church. And long have I sat here, with monks coming and going, but I remained here, watchful to the East.

The Valley Folk call him Ausar the Black. The Dae King of Old Ardougne that ruled with an iron fist. The Entrance to the Underground Pass has long been covered in dread and secrets, with Ausar’s mighty Citadel being erected upon the entrance to guard it.

Many claim to have seen things in the woods that surround the overgrown stone walls. During the Great Elven conflict, those same walls saw an unseen amount of death. Even I, feel the cold shiver of death when I glance upon those walls. For how many that died underneath them, protecting the last bastion of Ardougne.

But the years have changed, and the earth can not be stopped from reclaiming what is rightfully hers. The Citadel has long been left ungarrasioned and now rumors circle of what comes from the Pass. The locals claim to have seen something, a man mixed with a goat. Or perhaps a goat mixed with a man. A manbeast, with two great horns coming from it’s head.

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While the Valley Folk have refused most of my teachings, I have never been unwelcoming to them. For this is Saradomin's Home, and he welcomes all who seek a safe night of rest. And it from these hunters that I have learned from some truth.

In the local village, two hunters made the long journey to the Citadel, deciding to slay this manbeast some have claimed to see. And when they returned, they were not who they left as.

Their skin had turned to a pale white, with their eyes looking far darker than what they were before. When asked about what they saw, they said nothing, it was only baseless rumors of children and young men. The Citadel and the Pass was still the same, best left forgotten.

According to these hunters that have come to my abby, they claim that in the morning, they were changed. An illness, an evil, had taken root in their bodies. They described sores on their body, as if sworn flesh that oozes pus. Buboes, if I had to guess.

These buboes cover their groins and armpits, oozing puss and were popped when touched by a hot iron.

On the second day, the skin around these buboes blackened, as if tainted their flesh itself.
And on the third, the village sent riders to me, to seek for answers.

Something is wrong and I must find the answers to what they seek. I have sent word to Ardougne asking for assistance from Sister Juliana, the only person I can trust in this manner. But, I can not in any good Faith, not head to this village.

If it’s what I fear, then time is of the essence.

I hope I still Walk in His Light.

29 Pentember, Year 7, Sixth Age

It took far longer to make it here than I had planned. This village is far to isolated from even the large settlements of the Vale. The road has been empty, but something lurks in the shadows, something unseen that I can sense.

It should be noted the Valley’s Folk queer sense of Guthixian worship. They claim that even after their God’s death, Guthix is still the most supreme force upon this earth. Everything that has occurred, is occurring and will occur is due to his force.

The soil, water and sky, is Guthix. And all of them are his children.

The first sign was a day into my journey. A dead cattle left just off the main road. It looked as if it was torn with the strength of 10 men, shreds of flesh, bone and meat left sprawled across the ground and trees.

I kept it to myself, for my two travelling partners were already fearful, but it looked as if it was done on purpose. How the head was shoved upon a branch of the tree, the drying skin flapped outwards.

A warning? A totem?

That night, when we stopped for rest, I did not sleep. I felt something in the woods watching us all, something in the air that smelled foul. The ground underneath us seemed wet with something, rotting with ants, fleas and all manner of bug.

Saradomin’s Light does not reach here.