Monsieur Pooch (blogger discretion advised)

Dear Diary

Rumour had it that an archaeologist had come across what he considered to be the find of the century within Kandarin. Naturally curious about the history of Gielinor, I accepted his invitation to join him within the ruins he discovered.

With minimal effort, I opened the doors to find what Orlando believed was the resting place of Guthix himself. With caution I entered, keeping notes of all I discovered.

The main lobby was almost like it had been designed to be part of a museum, with carvings in the walls depicting fields of battle, and a strange sword, shattered, was laid carefully on a table. Orlando assumed the sword was broken as a symbol of enforced pacifism.

Further onwards, a door opened revealing a jewel shaped like a butterfly. For reasons I had yet to discover, Orlando couldn't remove it, but I could without any strain. However, it was clear this temple was not merely still, but was in waiting. A trinity of automatons attacked us, attempting to purge the temple of Mahjarrat intruders. Orlando was killed instantly, trying to negotiate with the machines.

Combat wise, they weren't the most powerful things, but just enough to deter simple threats. It was at this point, a Shadowed Figure appeared claiming to be Guthix - I have no idea what gods smell like, but I was pretty sure they didn't smell of dust, bone and Freneskaen cotton. It appears a Mahjarrat was in the temple after all, hiding his self in my shadow.

Sliske - A notable ally to Arzonus. He was informing me that he and the Zarosians knew of this place for a long time, but required a neutral creature to enter - funnily enough I wasn't aware that I could be categorised as one. His plan, and to an extent, theirs [the Zarosians] was simple, communicate with Guthix and persuade him to restore Zaros, without resorting to murder. Sadly violence wouldn't not be part of what due to transgress.

Sliske took me on a whirl wind tour of Gielinor through the Shadow Realms - by activating the alarm in the temple, the stone circles of the world had activated, sending out a distress. Sadly, one such circle was in the possession of Zamorakians, who made an effort to the North to inform Zemouregal of the temple - the God Wars dungeon was also alerted, inviting other, ancient beings, to the site.

My last instruction from Sliske was simple; ally myself with the Guardians of Guthix, have them lead me to Guthix and defeat anyone that tries to harm him. With that, he vanished into the Shadows.

I was joined later by three individuals, somehow differing and sharing in interests - Zilyana, Tsutsaroth and Kree Arra. Dismissing me as a harmless bystander they told me to stay away or face death should I stand in their way (as if that even seems like a threat). Kree Arra ushered me over and requested my assistance - he wanted me to side with him and Armadyl and prevent a blood bath.

Sadly, my instructions meant I could not side with him and had to fight Kree Arra so as to continue my purpose.

Kree Arra is a skilled and powerful fighter, but I had a duty and intended to see it through. His defeat was difficult and I only felt that it could have been resolved without violence - I could tell he concurred.

Further on, the two generals found themselves unable to trespass beyond the next gate - obviously paying little attention to something right under their snouts. When preparing to unlock the door using a clever little locking mechanism, I was audience to some very important people, the Guardians of Guthix. Ushering me not to proceed, I had to assure them that I was meaning no harm to Guthix, rather to protect him.

Once I had solved the puzzle, the Guardians and I descended where we met another of their own - Cres. Having stood guardian for centuries in the temple, he recognised us and invited us once we'd established that I was here to help. I was asked to prove my allegiance to balance with a small test.

According to the runes, I was tested, from the perspective of a god, to help a small race called the Naragi, advise them where they needed help, but to remain neutral at all times. Proving I was balanced, the Naragi prospered and Guthix saw that I was worthy of his blessing.

The ceremony of becoming a Guardian was short lived, storage wings were being breached by intruders and a defence had to be mounted as quickly as we could. I took the liberty of inspiring hope and making sure the my fellow guardians were prepared.

The first wing was breached by the simple, yet brutal General Graardor. Thaerisk, Chaeldar and I fought him off valiantly, forcing him to retreat due to his wounds.

The second wing was breached also, this time with a stench so rotten it was very familiar and I had longed for this fight for a long time. Zemouregal and his zombies attacked, but Cres and his automatons had the counter advantage of numbers and held back the undead. With great commitment, the Mahjarrat was bested and I finally had the chance to give him a piece of my mind.

Thirdly, I joined Death in a fight against one of Zamorak's prize jewels - K'ril Tsutsaorth. Death is wily ally, capable of running circles around such large and brutal foes and the demon was bested by our cunning. The demon retreated in shame.

Lastly, the final storage wing was storm and I assigned Fiara and Valluta to the wing. Expecting Zilyana in her determination, I was surprised to see Enahkra and some monks. I think somewhere along the lines that her undying love was a weapon to aid Zamorak. Despite using an arsenal of dirty moves, she too was defeated - and the poor, hopeless woman went off to sulk.

Then we were hit by fierce opposition. As opposed to taking the wings, Zilyana had herself a devious approach - she recruited others and began a full frontal assault whilst all the defences were allocated to the wings. Sending out waves of Spiritual soldiers, I fought on until help arrived. In the struggle, Cres was killed in cold blood by Zilyana, mistaken to be Guthix.

Zaros' troops had arrived - Akthanakos, Azzanadra, Wahisietel, Char and Nex. Zilyana couldn't last long against any of them so conceded. It was here that the truth was revealed. Azzanadra revealed that I had been chosen to lead Zaros to victory. My decisions from that point were my own as to whether to admit my true allegiances and none but those in that chamber are entitled to know.

Whilst the bickering continued, a soldier we hadn't accounted for was a few steps ahead. I had to rush to Guthix as quickly as I could, avoiding the wrath of those who felt betrayed. When I arrived at the shrine, there I found Guthix who had been woken by the noise from outside. And then he appeared - Sliske.

In what appeared to feel like hours, but was only seconds, I was powerless to move as Sliske unsheathed the Staff of Armadyl, fully reformed and dealt a devastating blow to Guthix before vanishing with a sneer on his face. Guthix beckoned me forward.

It was true, Guthix was dying, Sliske had dealt a fatal blow, but in his final moments, Guthix wanted to share something with me; his memories. Millenia ago, Guthix was but a mortal, a member of a peaceful, yet ill-fated race, known as the Naragi (it suddenly made sense). I was shown the remnants of his fallen world as he last saw it, friends and family strewn across a battlefield, dead, amongst the bodies of alien species introduced for combat and a fallen being.

Guthix explained that as the last survivor of a terrible war, it was down to him to kill the monster that had committed the atrocity to his world. Finding a sword he found on the battlefield, he stabbed the God in the back during his sleep, unaware that the God's power would channel into him. In despair he left his home and found Gielinor, new and untouched. With his power and the Stone of Jas, he introduced life to Gielinor, making it a new home with species such as humans, gnomes, dwarves and fairies (no mention of lycans). He gave them the world to have as their own.

However, he had felt it had all gone wrong. In their eyes, Guthix was considered a God and he despised being referred to as such so went into slumber hoping they'd come to forget him and live their lives. That was when others came to the world and took advantage of it's people, much like his own world. The God Wars raged and he brought them to an end, making sure the Gods could never return.

In death, he gave me the last of his strength and asked that I take the role of protector of this world for when the Edicts are gone and the Gods return to wage war. I accepted.

Guthix's body fell cold, silent and turned to stone. The others joined me to see the now dead God. At that moment, I wanted to do anything, but could not.

Following the demise of the God, an unwelcome visitor arrived - Saradomin, proving that the edicts had indeed been destroyed. As much as I just felt that the gloater simply deserved to have his throat ripped out and his head thrown into the abyss, I couldn't bring myself to do so. He claimed he had come to take Guthix's place and to bring glory to the world, banishing the Zarosians from the temple and attempted to the same to me, but with no avail. Knowing that he was still outnumbered by those loyal to Guthix, he left.

On the outside, the druids came to keep the temple sacred, declaring a new age had begun.

-Giovanni Magnus