RuneScape:Wiki Post/Fan fiction/DeR Sagen-Zunkruft: The Future's Holdings

Oh, hello traveller. Welcome to our meagre village. You don't look like you're from these parts. We've been getting a lot of folk like you for decades. It was really easy to tell that you're not from around here by your face. No scarring, cleanly shaven, and all.

Do you have any idea year it is? 169, you say? I'm afraid that you're horribly mistaken. It's Year 230.

Now, now, calm down. This may be a sudden, drastic and permanent change, but I have many stories in this old mind of mine to share...

It started probably a month before you last remember. The Misthalin government had a destructively simple theory: if they could create a hybrid of an incantation and a spell of massive destruction, they would have any enemy of their's at their knees in no time.

The paranoid Sir Varze of Asgarnia (have you heard of him?) got wise, and rounded up a group of their own to make their own spell to counter the Avvarrockans'.

It went to Hell from there.

In the early hours of the morning of the ninth of Wintumber, King Roald III received word that Asgarnia had supposedly completed their own version of the spell-incantation hybrid, while Roald's men had not yet completed their's. Before even the sun awoke, the two nations were at war with each other out of fear.

They cast their spells at each other not even half-a-dozen times each and the world as the way it is now.

The first spells engulfed an area half the size of Varrock at once. Each time they were used, the effects of the subsequent casts were even stronger. It ended with the final blasts taking out all of Asgarnia, Misthalin, and most of Kandarin along with them.

Up not to far north, the Wilderness survived. Why? No one has been sure why since.

Al-Kharid and the deserts to the South were left with some sort of aura around it. All life died there within a week. After a month, it was a wasteland--and has been since.

No word was ever received from Karamja, and, figuring how far away it is from here in Canifis, we can't see it even if we tried.

The same goes for the areas far in the West.

Morytanians, as far as we know, were the only ones to start civilization(s) after the event. Though, for us, it wasn't peaceful. For the last two centures and a score and a half, five tribes (some claiming to be "clans" or "empires") have made up the area that used to be Morytania.

We are the Canifites of the Canifis-based tribe: population just over twelve hundred.

To the East are the Plasmites; allies of our's. They are the most industrious people, our main supplier of weapons and armor. Their city is the second best when it comes to fortification. Its walls have never been breached.

Third is the Woryysse Empire. Since the Barrovians destroyed them (I'll get to them in a bit) two years ago, they've been rumored to have found a new home and started over again, but no one has ever found them--and lived to tell of their new loci, that is.

To the South-East is the Mejiertch Empire, possibly ex-allies with the Woryysse Empire depending on their survival. The Mejiers are large and very militant: about four thousand inhabitants total. It is commanded by Emporer Ronpu IV, a wicked man. He has human sacrifices on a weekly basis to appease their make-believe god "Holy Meiyer the Strong", who, according to their adopted mythology, had slain Saradomin, Zamorak, and Guthix all at once before resurrecting Zaros and killing him, too. They're not as bad as the last group, though.

In an area only the brave and stupid dare to go, the South, are the Barrovians of the Barrovian Clan--masters in necromancy, and the only tribe to re-learn Runecrafting and Magicks after the destruction of the Mainland. They have no allies, solely because they aren't willing to make any. They see themselves as the only ones with the right to live, and have a need to kill all others who aren't born of their blood and their land.

It's been a two-on-two-on-one war like this for almost two hundred and thirty years now. And who is winning? If anyone, the Barrovians.

Though, I bet you are just itching to know why the Glardmonger you're here in our Sixth Age. (Oh, did I mention that? It's not the Fifth Age anymore. A short bit after it happened, it was decided that the calendar was to be reset, since nearly nothing was the way it was.)

A small percentage, probably something like point oh-oh-two, of those caught in the blasts were sent through time. Depending on how long you travelled through time, you got sent to a different point in the future. Possibly something as insignificant as a tenth of a second would send a year or two later into the future. People like you have been popping up all over the place since Year 29 when it was first documented.

You were lucky, though. You could have landed in the ocean for all we know; or even into the grips of the Barrovians.

No matter, we should be glad that you are even alive.

...

To be honest, we have are very lacking when it comes educational systems. We could really use you as a teacher, a scientist, or anything so that you will share you knowledge that has been lost over the years. Please, take your time.