Portal notes
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| Release date | 2 November 2010 (Update) |
|---|---|
| Members? | Yes |
| Quest item? | No |
| Tradeable? | No |
| Equipable? | No |
| Stacks? | No |
| Alchemy | Cannot be alchemised |
| Value | 1 coin |
| Destroy | You can read this book at any time in your dungeon journal. |
| Store price | Not sold |
| Examine | An unknown mage's notes on portals. |
| Weight | 0 kg |
Portal notes are a part of the Dungeoneering journals and are a potential drop from the monsters guarding the halls of the Warped floors of Daemonheim. It is the sixteenth Miscellaneous journal. The notes were written during the Fourth Age, year 1840.
The author of these notes is unknown. The writer viewed a strange event with a portal in Daemonheim. By looking into it, he/she saw the ruins of the castle above, in their former glory. It wasn't the frozen peninsula, but a lush green plateau with the dark castle standing proud, those were his/her own words. This seems that it was a vision of an earlier time, possibly pre-God Wars, when the Wilderness, where the castle would have been, would still have had its green fields and plains that it was rumoured to have.
The vision went back to how the castle looked at the time of writing, frozen, and the writer looked down in sadness. At his feet he saw the scrap of parchment (misc. 17) which he assumes swept through the portal. The prophetic words of the parchment filled him with unease, and he hid them in the folds of the pages to ponder on them when he could be sure of his solitude.
The scrap of parchment is a direct quote from the God letters, Issue 19 - Guthix Embraces Change<ref>Jagex. "God Letter 19 - Guthix Embraces Change, 6." RuneScape god letters. *</ref>. It is not the only reference of Guthix found within Daemonheim, as the Strange token (misc. 20) is identical to a Fist of Guthix token and potentially poses as an additional reference.
Transcript
Fourth Age, year 1840. Date unknown.
Today I chanced upon a strange event, a singularity if you will within one of the many unstable portals of these floors. Such a spectacle I could scarcely believe, as I beheld the ruins on the distant surface above us...but in their former glory. No rubble, no icy peninsula, but a lush green plateau with a dark castle standing proud. After a time the vision shifted and returned to its familiar breeding glow, and I confess in my sadness I lowered my head. There at my feet I saw a lonely scrap of parchment, presumably swept through in the vortices of time. Its prophetic message fills me with unease, and I shall hide it within the folds of these pages and ponder on them when I can be sure of my solitude.