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I Castigo I

I Castigo I

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I came home to Falador today. The years have not been kind to the city. What was once the center of the world has been reduced through petty squabble and indifference to little more than a ghost town dominated by rabid clergy. They preach God's word, yet do not call for crusade against the inferiors to the North nor pay homage to his representatives on Gielinor. They clothe themselves in the finest linen while their streets remain covered in shit.

The nobility is not much better. They have lost their edge, all the great houses of Grey have been reduced to ash, as perhaps Mylo wanted it in the end. They are not a fierce, dominating people anymore. They are sheep leading sheep. I think that is why they put down their swords and instead cry to Saradomin for His protection against the heathens. But Saradomin has abandoned these pretenders, that is why they can no longer call upon his power to rule the land.

Ah, and yet it is us who made them so. It was I who turned the army into a death squad, it was James who allowed me to crucify the inferior nomadic races of Ice Mountain, to sack their villages and exterminate the inferior for the grace of Saradomin. We did God's work in this realm, cleansing the land of Dae and ignoble Kandar influence. But people grow tired of war. And eventually they grew lazy, and put war behind them.

Time has forgotten us. An old beggar recognized me in the streets, he was a lieutenant once. By his hand thousands of Asgarnians can live today, for he was instrumental in avoiding a prolonged war with the peoples of the west. He has no teeth, anymore. The statues adorning the castle, I see them but I do not recognize the faces. They have eroded and become a reminder of something that once was within reach, but now is intangible. And the graves of Asgarnia's bravest, the knights and warriors who forged this kingdom out of blood and iron, they have been left to rot and desolation. They are my only family left, now. They deserve better. author of 3 fake books and 1 real book <_>

04-May-2017 00:19:36

Smell Teller
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Eligible diary entries found abandoned in a bag outside falador.

Entry 1.
I have decided that, upon becoming a knight of saradomin, I shall record my tales of bravery and heroism for the generations to come, so they may know if I, Sir Warren Cross, and my holy deeds.

The next few pages are too worn, water damages, or torn out to read.

Entry 14.
The Kinshra knights have launched an invasion of our holy city and breathed the gates, making camp outside. I killed my first man today, the warm, sticky feel of his blood was horrifying, but it was his life or the people of Faladors'. I must fight on.

Entry 15.
Our forces thin more and more, the Kinshra have brought chaos to the very streets of order, in the name of God I must stop this. Four more Kinshra fell to my blade today in the city square, the streets of white have never been so bathed in red.

The next two pages were absent, stripped from the book.

Entry 23.
A massive behemoth of a man in thick, terrifying armor lead a charge today that pushed us right to the castle's bridge. Skeat I think they called him. I witnessed him slay more men alone in a couple of hours than I had my whole life! And a horrible group of criminals in red armor are running about with maces on long shafts causing chaos. When will this end?

Entry 24.
The castle and park are littered with corpses, wounded, and the stench of decay. Why do reinforcements not arrive to save us? We are trapped here with these heathens laying waste to the holiest of cities and we are barely able to keep them at bay. Have we been forsaken by God? Is our struggle in vain? Is this punishment for the sins of nobility?

A good portion of the book is damaged by water after this, but towards the end of its writing more has survived.

(Cont.) Founder of the "Anti-Daniel" gang.

09-May-2017 04:13:43

Smell Teller
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(Cont.)

Entry 57.
It's been a few years since that bloody battle for falador, but the city still feels the ache. It's people starve and the nobles do nothing but worry. Burthorpe split off a while back. I considered going to join but, the leader was a vile man of low morals and they were seen as enemies of Asgarnia. Fools, the lot of them. They'll likely fall soon.

At least they have food..

Entry 58.
The Republic of Burthorpe has done a great deed, slaying a Zamorakian warlord. Word has spread that he was crucified outside the city, a most holy deed. I remember not his name, for he wasn't a relevant threat yet I don't believe, but surely this act will go toward a better relationship with us in Asgarnia.

Entry 59.
I had such pride in this land I called mine. But what a state of shit it has fallen to. They lash out at the Burthorpians for a holy deed. The zamorakians laid waste to the city of God, and now we send troops to attack Burthorpe for slaying one of their warlords? Are the nobles so greedy and lustful for power and land they already struggle to rule that they must have more? I will not fight for them in this war, for now I think I will travel to the monestary in the city of Edgeville to see if I can not right my wrongs, and be forgiven the horrible things I have done.

The last bit of the journal has a minor amount of fire damage on it, and the rest has water damage. The words are faded and have bled around into other words, the old ink hardly noticeable on the ugly pages anymore. Founder of the "Anti-Daniel" gang.

09-May-2017 04:25:54

Geythir
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Scitched in gold across the black leather journal was the name, 'Charlus Edmund Grey' ;

My memories of my Grandmother are few and far in between. I was raised on the teachings of Saint Catherine and Saint Edward. Pounded into my head since the moment I could read and write. They carried the legacies of the Greys prouder than any other before them. I didn't believe in it, I didn't feel anything when I looked upon Edward's Crown or Catherine's cloak.

I felt something when chaos gripped Anglia. I felt something when I fought tightly in the streets with the last of the Imperial Guard as the Kingdom crumbled around me. Bryce was dead, the rest of the Family already running for the quickest ship they had.

Guilt, anger, regret, pain. I simply became Charlus. There was nothing left, watching the Kandars switch sides and cut us down.

It was the smell that stands entrenched in my mind. The smell of the rotting dead. Bodies upon bodies piled over one another. Crows feasting at the rotting skin. Then came the sounds, the sound of screaming soldiers meeting whatever God the prayed to as the looting rushed over. Each life taken in broken bonds of fellowship.

I don't understand what my Brother felt when he sat upon the throne, when he laid the crown to rest on his head. But I do know what I feel, what I felt watching my life torn from before. Watching Asgarnia torn apart again, divided up between the Kandars as gilded prizes. My home stripped once more under foreign rule, the Golden Age of Asgarnia gone.

I know not the strength of my blood, but one day, I will return home. And I will see Asgarnia free again. Order shall be restored and the rights will be wronged.

Only then will my Brother can be laid to rest with pride alongside our ancestors.

And only then the nightmares can stop. Myles
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