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De Chronicles of Bilrach, in het Nederlands de Kronieken van Bilrach, zijn geschriften die geschreven zijn door de Mahjarrat Bilrach. Spelers kunnen deze geschriften vinden tijdens het trainen van de dungeoneering skill in Daemonheim en zullen op de grond liggen bij willekeurige overwinningen na het verslaan van een baas in de grot. Als spelers de grot beëindigen of verlaten zal het geschrift automatisch verdwijnen maar zal opgeslagen worden in de Ring of Kinship. Spelers kunnen de geschriften opnieuw lezen door met de rechtermuisknop op de Ring of kinship te klikken en vervolgens op "Open journal".

In de geschriften beschrijft Bilrach zijn ervaringen en onderzoeken tijdens zijn reis door Daemonheim. Bilrach is op zoek naar een magische bron die hij vermeldt als "The Rift".

Deel 1Edit

Jaar 1225 van de Fourth Age:

Finally! After four long years of bringing in weak-minded fools to follow my cause unknowingly, today is the day - the day I begin the great descent. Today, my research pays off and the journey begins; today, I journey down towards ultimate victory.

My power is true as the whispers calling. Today, I begin. Praise be to Zamorak!

 


Deel 2Edit

Jaar 1241 van de Fourth Age:

After years of evading detection, my research finally led me to the castle above. It seems similar to that of the dragonkin of old: protectors of the artefact, enders of the Great Wars. Of course, I should have suspected It to be hidden in a manner as straightforward as this! Fools to abandon such a place; why would they move on? It must all be linked in somehow, but time does not allow for further investigation. My power now is to be used on one thing: forging through the very earth that seperates me from my goal.

Praise be to Zamorak!

 


Deel 3Edit

Jaar 1266 van de Fourth Age:

Many of my weakminded servants and slaves are moving with me as I go deeper. What curiosity or purpose drives them? I didn't even have to force many of them. I cannot dwell; as much as I hate to admit it, I need them for now. I must have rearguards and servants to dig the early sections out. I won't be wasting any of my power on doing this; I'll save myself for a challenge worthy of me taking a more frontal role. For now, I'll have to settle for the role of slavedriver.

Praise be to Zamorak!

 


Deel 4Edit

Jaar 1285 van de Fourth Age:

There has been acceptable progress since my last entry, but I still crave for more. I will have to work on re-awakening my lost power. While my mighty slumber restored a large amount of power, it was again lost in my great search for this place. Evading detection required some interesthing methods and many disguises, which has again left me drained. I have faith. In time, my full power will return once more and, when it does, I shall break through the world with such a fury as to make Him proud.

Praise be to Zamorak!

 


Deel 5Edit

Jaar 1312 van de Fourth Age:

Those fools! I pity the imbeciles of my kind. To think they looked down on me and doubted the extent of my power! Pathetic. Zemouregal, if he could only see me now, he would not be so quick to judge my abilities. I have no doubt that he'll be wasting his time on some lost cause of power that he'll never obtain. They'll see my true strength in due time; they'll see who will be sacrificed, they'll tremble at the mention of my name!

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 6Edit

Jaar 1324 van de Fourth Age:

The area I've broken into below is beginning to exude more heat. It might even be suitable for my minions to dwell here, to more efficently serve my cause. Those who refuse to move here out of fear of my power, I will just force or kill. They dare not question my rule. They dare not stand up to a Mahjarrat. They dare not question me. Bilrach, their master.

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 7Edit

Jaar 1337 van de Fourth Age:

The soil I tunnel through is like no other. Someone or something has created this place as some sort of safeguard. Sometimes, when I use my magic to carve through, the areas behind collapse and reappear elsewhere. There is some magical force at play here that is hard to comprehend. Recently, many of my servants where cut off - they said the dungeon I'd forged had a different layout from when they left.

On the topic of servants, they are more frail than I feared. The giants last longer, but they can no longer fit into the small tunnels their human counterparts dig. I'll just slay them and use their meat to feed the other slaves. Hah! How I do amuse myself so!

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 8Edit

Jaar 1403 van de Fourth Age:

It turns out that I was right: the area has begun to cool to freezing. My servants are moving deeper with me; it was pleasant to see them do it voluntarily for a change. Perhaps they believe themselves to be with me in this great descent? Ha! They'll last as long as their use permits, and they'll follow me deeper if they want to survive. As if I'd stop to maintain an area for them to live in!

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 9Edit

Jaar 1424 van de Fourth Age:

If memory serves, I've marked the two-century mark of tunnelling into this place. I feel the pull of the power below. If I reach the bottom, great reward will be mine and the world will burst open as I dominate the kingdoms of this frail world. Enough, I must return to my work. I cannot guarantee that I am the only one seeking this, and I must beat any who also seek it, as if they could stand up to me.

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 10Edit

Jaar 1446 van de Fourth Age:

Yet more meatsacks have perished under these conditions. Why they insist on sleeping and eating once or twice a week irritates me to no end. They leave me no choice but to mate them up and breed new offspring to continue my journey.

The depth I have reached is of different potency to the above. The rock and heat are suitable for simple beings to survive. Obviously a powerful being such as myself has no problem moving on, but this would probably be the best depth for my slaves to settle so they can serve me more effectively. For my purposes only, I will slow my progress to extend a hand in helping them set up. They'll make up for this later.

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 11Edit

Jaar 1464 van de Fourth Age:

I'm as clear of mind as the day I started this descent. My methods and the nature of this place may seem random, but I've yet to use the more dangerous and unstable side of my power. My sanity is unwavering; hearing whispers from the earth below is not a sign of my mind breaking, it merely confirms I am getting closer and should continue down. Should I be concerned that the whispers try to guide me?

Zamorak Guide me!

 


Deel 12Edit

Jaar 1505 van de Fourth Age:

Progress is frustratingly slow, as of late, but it is progress at least. I'm nearing the end with every day and I must retain my focus, my drive. I know what dwells at the bottom - there is only one thing powerful enough that can emanate power across planes of existence. I must be right.

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 13Edit

Jaar 1533 van de Fourth Age:

Finally, those fools near the surface who refused to follow were forced by their need to survive! To think I didn't have to lift a hand in the end.

Today, I hear of a mass exodus, all moving down to this depth. I know this is a higher power's doing, bending the will of the world to my cause. I continue.

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 14Edit

Jaar 1573 van de Fourth Age:

Forty years have passed since my last entry and finally, this area is completely self-sustaining. A working chain of production has been created amongst my slaves. The digging should be far more efficient and, more importantly, I have a solid rearguard if any choose to come after me. As if anyone would try to follow in my footsteps now!

On the subject of slaves, I've had great success in my breeding program. I've taken the strength of the giants, the skin of the goblin and the size and basic intelligence of a human, and created a barely adequate but much-improved slave. Conditioning has sped up progress also. I've even bred them to believe pain is good for them! They'll literally work until they drop dead where they are!

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 15Edit

Jaar 1641 van de Fourth Age:

Is it fate that significant progress is made on the anniversary of my start date? Four-hundred years of careful destruction and here I am, nearing the half-way mark! If I can make it half-way, I can make it all the way. I swear my power increases the deeper I go. It will not be long before I unleash on this earth. I will be closer to the end than the start. Soon, I will be at the Rift!

Zamorak be praised!

 


Deel 16Edit

Jaar 1645 van de Fourth Age:

Centuries have passed since i awoke, but, still, there has been no sign or word of the others. Pathetic. I see now why He chose me as his second in command. If the creation and summoning of the mighty Tsutsaroth demon for Him wasn't a sign that I am worthy of that title, what I am doing now will be. None of the others dare to do this; none of the others have power to do this; none of the others have the focus to do this. They settle for scrabbling around with what is left and they will be punished for their lack of faith. Curious, I still feel the presence of K'ril in this realm...

Zamorak be praised!

 


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