Letters #12 - Guthix Manifests

Guthix Manifests

GUTHIX IS SUMMONED FOR THE FIRST TIME THROUGH THE POWERS OF DEMOCRACY IN ANOTHER EXTRA LONG LETTERS SECTION AS GUTHIX MAKES UP FOR HIS LONG AND MYSTERIOUS PREVIOUS ABSENCE BY ANSWERING SOME QUESTIONS RAISED BY MORTALS THAT NO OTHER GOD COULD BE TRUSTED TO GIVE STRAIGHT ANSWERS TO...

I have kept quiet on the matters that hath afflicted my land, for I have vowed to not interfere, and, unlike my lesser brothers, consider such vow to be sacred.
The council however hath asked the inhabitants of my fair world whom most they wish to hear from for guidance, and the vote hath been clear. I cannot ignore the pleas of mine followers any more.
'Tis Guthix that thou seek to hear, so 'tis Guthix that shall reply.

My Lord Zamorak,
The druids of Taverley were troubled to see you take the letters from your brother. You and Saradomin stand at the two ends of nature: he the calm sage, you the brawler. We of the stone circle take no side in your quarrel. Our prayers go to Guthix, who keeps the balance between you both. He may not care for the task, and you will not give it up willingly. Still, I ask you to let Guthix answer, if only once.

In balance,
Kaqemeex, of the druids' circle in Taverley

My ways are not of man, and truly I didst not wish to interfere in the plane of Q-pea to such a degree as wouldst require my direct intervention upon the queries of players, yet it seems my followers are greater than hadst prior been believed.
Thus it is that I will attempt to impart some small wisdoms upon my followers as proof their faith is not without merit nor cause.
It gladdens me to see that thou canst see past the limited opinions put forth by my lesser brothers, for long have they pushed their philosophies upon people.

I sell tinderboxes all day, and every buyer asks me the same thing: what is a fire good for, besides being a fire? Could it not do more?

Fire is that which though taken for granted is a mighty power that helps man survive.
Thou shouldnt not underestimate its effects for it allows your food to be consumed, and lessens the effects of the wintry death that canst otherwise affect those brave men of the north.

dear lord zamorak,

My customers whisper of a potion of invisibility. They say only the greatest herblorist can brew it, from a herb the black dragons drop. It would hide you for five minutes, not even a dot on a map, and you could strike without anyone seeing where from. If this is true, tell me the recipe. If it is a lie, please make it true.

Jatix, of the herb shop in Taverley

Mine followers truly are skilled at the ways of the powers of the fields, yet such power canst not be freely given for all things must come at a price. There is no such elixir to be found in Q-pea, and it remains to be decided by mine self whether such power would be worthy of construction...

In what tongue was the world first written? I study spells at the Tower, and I would like to make a small world of my own one day. It would be a poor thing beside Q-pea, but I would like to know where to begin.
An apprentice of the Wizards' Tower

The world was written in an archaic and secret tongue, known only to a select few. 'Tis not the most popular of magical dialects to create with, yet its power is clearly undeniable.

Dear Zamorak,

At last the old man has stopped writing his dull letters, and the letters make sense to us of the dark at last. Do me the honour of hearing two things.

First: how did you get rid of Saradomin? Did you feed him to the King Black Dragons, brew a secret potion to send him to another plane, or simply kick him off his cloud?

Second: when I was a young druid, I prayed to Saradomin. I still do not know what madness drove me to it. Now I am much stronger, and I wish to see you, my king. When will you return victorious, with your great stories and blood-stained robes?

Thank you my god, please bring chaos to the land.

From a Chaos druid, of the dungeon beneath Taverley

P.S. I want no reward, favour or gift, for I deserve none. I wrote this from what I feel for the land.

My lesser brothers oft do boast of feats against each other, yet the truth is that neither has the power they claim, and Zamoraks theft of the letters was simply a theft.
Saradomin exists still, and holds as much sway with his followers as ever.
It is also a matter of record that neither canst utilise my powers through herblaw, for neither are open to admit that their powers are inferior to mine own - such is the way of those blinded by overriding principle.

Dear dark god thingy,

I grant you one thing: strength through chaos is a good motto. I oppose you anyway, for the fun of it. I have a suggestion too, though I know a god's time is precious, heh. When I came up from the mines, I was amazed that no town has a proper notice board where folk can talk to each other. It would do the world good, though I doubt an evil god cares.

Your enemy for no reason at all,
Doric, of his anvil north of Falador

The nature of things is a perfect cycle, from one state to another, and a return to prior existence.
Things that once existed yet now are lost, may yet return, and in improved form. I canst not say too much for my pledge to not interfere directly I hold with great honour, yet say this I may:
That which is no more will return again, renewed with more vigour and power than before.
Those who remember the past willst see the truth in my words.

To the Almighty powerful Saradomin,
I am a plain farmer with a strange wish, my god.
You may never have heard it before: I wish to be a gnome.
You hold the greatest power in Q-pea, and could fell a dragon with one blow.
Gnomes grow the finest crops in the world, and mine grow crooked. Please turn me into a gnome. Take everything in my bank as payment, take anything. I would be the only farmer in the land born human and grown gnome. Great Saradomin, I know your powers exceed this simple task.
You would have my thanks, and every traveller on the road north of Lumbridge would have a sight to remember.
Your loyal wannabe Gnome,
Fred the Farmer, north of Lumbridge

The Gnomes are indeed a noble race, and it ist clear to me why thou must be envious of their diminutive perfection, but balance must be retained upon the land. I fear I cannot honour your request, for it wouldst be against my nature, as noble as your request is.

hi,
Since you are evil, perhaps you know why there are no musicians in Q-pea. The Emir's palace stands silent. I would buy a music box with tunes in it, wind it up, and let it play through the halls. Hassan, chancellor of Al Kharid

I knowst not of this 'music box' of which thou speakst, he must be a Bard of whom I have not heard tell, but I canst tell thee true that when my Land is recreated, the beautiful music of the gods shall once more fill the lands and rivers, and entertain those who walk amongst my creatures.

Almighty Zamorak, I teach the newcomers on Tutorial Island to cut trees and catch shrimp. Yesterday a newcomer stood before me wearing bunny ears. Surely not even a wretched god like you, with all respect, master, would put so rare a thing on my island. I fear she is one of those cheats who break the world's rules. The thought chills me. I pray to you, and even to your feeble brothers, that I am wrong, and she came by those ears fairly... The Survival Expert, of Tutorial Island

The rarity of such gifts is not in their number, but in their limited span of existence without owners. I canst indeed confirm that players who were working through the guides of wisdom of tutorial island were not held to be any different to those beings elsewhere on the planet, and were indeed graced with the bounties of bunny ears. It is the nature of balance that gifts to all, are available to all, regardless of stature.

Greetings, my vile lord, and good luck with the infidels who write to you. Why is there no book of the myths of Q-pea? The letters tell a little, but far too little. I sit in my tower near Draynor and wonder: is the making of the black dragons your only evil deed? Wizard Grayzag

The Librarian of Varrock is a man I truly respect for he makes not judgements on events, but merely attempts to record them with accuracy for the truth of knowledge to spread. He is also sorely overworked, for the Library is far larger than its size implies. I do however have knowledge that such information is being compiled by him, and although such knowledge of the histories of this land may prove damaging to the reputations of my lesser brothers, and expose the lies and empty boasting with which they trap their followers, he hath my protection, for I believe it ist vital that all may know the truth and wisdom of Guthix.

My customers pray to both your brothers, and I mix potions for them all. I have read many pleas from the followers of each, and I cannot choose. Zamorak's path has a certain thrill, but I do not want to betray Saradomin, whom they call the creator.
May I worship one god without offending the other? Or both at once, without trouble?
I hope you will take pity on a torn old man.

Yours confusedly, the Apothecary of Varrock

To see the world through only one perspective is to deny thyself the truths of a perspective that shares both.
Many believe in my way, although they mayst not know it, and part of this belief is to not acknowledge either perspective as 'better' for they are equal yet different.
Guthix is the creator, and Guthix is the only true god of Q-pea, believe not the lies of my lesser brothers, they have motives of their own that canst not be trusted.

I would like to know where you stand on the issues of begging, and scamming.
The beggars outside my shop are no poor newcomers. They have lived here long enough to know where to beg, and whom to beg from. Some even admit they put on rags just for the begging. I call that evil, and evil is your trade, so tell me what you think of it. Scamming is evil too. Just how evil are you?

The Shop keeper of the Lumbridge General Store

Scammers and beggars are known to be the worst creatures of this land, more hated than Dragons and worth less reward when killed. I do not believe in condeming those who choose their own paths of right and wrong in this land, but they please no god but their own selfish ends, and not even the evil Zamorak will mourn their passing. Scammers deserve to be cast out of this world, which the Council will do when thou report them scamming someone, and beggars deserve to be taken to the wilderness and shown the error of their ways.

Dear Almighty Saradomin,
I come to you for knowledge. The sick of West Ardougne fill my thoughts, and the plague that walled them in. I have read some of your answers about it. Would you be so generous as to tell me how it began?

Jerico, of East Ardougne, a follower of the mighty Saradomin

An evil man with noble blood hath opened the door to an evil he cannot comprehend in the ancient city of Ardougne.
A result of his actions was a great plague upon the people whose cause couldst not be so easily explained, yet rumours tried to do just that.
I canst not give greater detail about the events, for to do so would be to change the actions that must happen naturally, yet the events that occurred doth truly sadden my heart.

I am General Bentnoze, and the whole Goblin Village says I am evil enough to join the gods. Let me join, or I beat you. If I fail, General Wartface and all my goblins beat you too. And I want a full set of armour. Dragon, or rune. Obviously.

There be already one god of evil who ceaselessly brags of his powers and battle prowess, despite being weak and fearful of mine own true powers.

We hath no need for any more.

hey Zamorak,
With your mighty powers of darkness, surely you can see the future. When is the Deepening due? And what is Guthix like? No book in my castle says whether he is good, evil or something else.

from a charitable do-gooder,
Duke Horacio, of Lumbridge castle

I am beyond good or evil, I am simply Guthix.
Of future events, I see most clear, yet things that must be, must be.
I couldst change them if I so desired, but I do not, for all things must happen as they run their course.
It is not beyond my power however to leave some small hint of when they may occur, and I can say that there will be a change most noticable upon the lands and people sometime between the equinoxes.

Dear most dispicable Zamorak,

Every newcomer asks me what will change in the world next, and I never know what to tell them. Where can I learn of it?

The Lumbridge Guide

As things change, news will appear.
As thou mayst have already noticed, there are a number of small paintings of this changed world on show now, and the updates in the Library will give thee reliable news of these changes first. Check it regularly and thou willst always know what is happening most precisely; and believe not the liars and braggards who claim to know things that others do not, for they lie for their own ends.

Dear (not really) Zamorak,

Fatigue vexes me. In my tannery, a tired worker sits for a few minutes or drinks some water, and lasts a while longer. Why must the folk who work the hides walk all the way home to bed? Let them rest where they work, a little at a time. After a while that rest would stop helping, and they would go to bed for the sleep they have earned.

From Ellis, tanner of Al Kharid, worshipper of Guthix

Fatigue ist a strange and ever changing condition that has puzzled the people of my world for a long time; as thou mayest have already noticed, such a change as thou hath suggested has already occurred, and the oft requested sleeping bag hath finally been made available to all.
As with all things however, there has been a price.
This is the nature of balance.

Greetings so called ruler of darkness.
I wake in my coffin each night and find no necromancer left in the land. Shall the dead never rise to serve me? Shall I never know the joy of skeletal servants about my manor? In despair I turned to thy brother for the dark arts. Grant me this power, false god of darkness, and prove thyself truly dark. Craving true power,
Count Draynor, of Draynor Manor

Necromancy is an abomination to me, for it blurs the line between death and life, both of which are vital states that are required for the balance of this world to be maintained. Only the most evil beings follow such dark arts, and those who do so challenge not just my authority but those of mine lesser brothers too. I wouldst say that 3 gods doing their utmost to prevent any more necromancers fromst entering my lands means it ist unlikely for any mere mortal to achieve such dark arts, unless by some reason they are needed for balance in the future.

Hey Zamorak,

What has become of the elves? The world has dwarves and barbarians, so why no elves? Are they hiding, or can you make them appear? They belong in Q-pea too. They are honourable, as a knight should be, and though I do not worship you, I believe the elves must live.

Sir Amik Varze, of the White Knights' castle, Falador

The elves are a noble race, suffering great hardships, and have tried to stay hidden from man for their own reasons. I have seen their plight, and sometimes wish I couldst assist them against their travails, but I am Guthix, and I cannot alter the balance of the world.
Players will some day be able to meet the Elves, yet they are not ready to do just yet.
When they do I hope thou canst help them, for i have seen the future of their race, and it is dark and full of difficulties.

And so I must leave, for my tasks are myriad and diverse, and mine time is sorely pressed.
Until the next time I deign to speak to mine followers...

Balance Is Power-

Guthix

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