Waterlogged journal
| Waterlogged journal | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Released | 19 November 2025 (Update) | ||||||||||||||||||
| Members | Yes | ||||||||||||||||||
| Quest item | No | ||||||||||||||||||
| Properties | |||||||||||||||||||
| Tradeable | No | ||||||||||||||||||
| Equipable | No | ||||||||||||||||||
| Stackable | No | ||||||||||||||||||
| Noteable | No | ||||||||||||||||||
| Options | Read, Destroy | ||||||||||||||||||
| Destroy | You might be able to find it again on the Pandemonium. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Examine | A wizard's old notebook, tarnished by the seas, but somehow still legible. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Values | |||||||||||||||||||
| Value | 2 coins | ||||||||||||||||||
| High alch | 1 coin | ||||||||||||||||||
| Low alch | 0 coins | ||||||||||||||||||
| Weight | 0.51 kg | ||||||||||||||||||
| Advanced data | |||||||||||||||||||
| Item ID | 32396 | ||||||||||||||||||
| Link | MOID | ||||||||||||||||||
The waterlogged journal is a book found in a crate near Henderson on the Pandemonium.
The journal is written by an unnamed wizard from the first Wizards' Tower (only referred to as "W.S."), who left the Order of Wizards to become a sailor. To aid their crew in finding underwater treasure, they created the Medallion of the Deep, though it was split into eight fragments after the wizard killed their crew in self-defence. The wizard was sent to Rock Island Prison, where they began having nightmares showing them the locations of each fragment. Reading the journal is a requirement for the player to assemble the Medallion of the Deep. If the Medallion of the Deep has been assembled, the journal can no longer be found in the crate.
At this time, the journal cannot be placed within a bookcase in the player-owned house.
Transcript
[edit | edit source]The fall of the Wizards' Tower should have been a turning point for the Order of Wizards. We had the canvas wiped clean, with the ability to start fresh with no prejudices or preconceived notions of what a wizard should be. We could have entered a golden age of magic founded on the basis that nobody can control what magic is, or what it should be.
Instead, the wizards in charge decided to rebuild the exact same tower with the exact same problems.
I heard rumours that the Saradominists in the Order burned the tower down when they were trying to steal the work of the Zamorakians. Others claimed it was the Zamorakians themselves that did it. In truth, the different sects of the Order were butting heads to the point where conflict was inevitable. The Tower was always destined to fall. This new one, I suspect, will eventually suffer the same fate.
I will be a part of it no longer. I'm leaving to make my own future, free from the infighting of these so-called wizards.
I have found myself in the company of some pirates on the Pandemonium. While the law may consider some of their activities barbaric, their camaraderie has been aspirational. Nobody cares who you are or what you've done in a past life. All that matters is that you take care of your own.
I've decided to join them on their next voyage. They are of course no stranger to discovering new lands and ancient treasures. Indeed, they've likely covered every inch of land above the waters' edge. But what of below?
There could be a whole host of mysteries beneath the surface of the water, just waiting to be discovered. All this crew needs is a wizard to help them explore the places that they alone can't reach.
I have spent many months perfecting what I'm calling the Medallion of the Deep. Being removed from the Order of Wizards means also being removed from their libraries. Once, creating new magics was often a collaborative process eventually resulting in a perfect outcome. Now, things are slightly less refined. However, I am most pleased with the end result. With this medallion, the treasures of the depths will soon be ours.
It seems I have created an effigy of failure. When we made it to open waters, the Captain (I shall not sully this journal with his name) turned on me and tried to take the Medallion for himself. In his eyes, I saw the same greed, the same jealousy that I had seen in my peers. It was the very thing that brought the Wizards' Tower to rubble.
With no other choice, I combatted the Captain and the rest of the crew and emerged victorious, though I was brought within inches of my life. In the fighting, the Medallion of the Deep that they all craved so desperately was torn asunder, its pieces falling off the deck and into the depths below. For all that I thought I could write my own future, I too could only create destruction.
Alone at sea, it wasn't long before the authorities found me. This cell in Rock Island Prison is now my home, this journal now my only possession. Having seen the world at its worst, I thought this an acceptable end, but cruel fate was not disposed of me yet. In my experiments in creating the Medallion of the Deep, some part of me was imbued into it, and hence, some part of me was now buried in its fragments.
Since my arrival here, I have been plagued by what many would call visions, but nightmares would be a more fitting name. Having had many moons to disseminate them in my mind, I believe these nightmares to be of the resting places of each of the eight pieces of the Medallion of the Deep.
In the first nightmare, I am shut firmly within a rusted chest, slowly asphyxiating in solitude while the wind pushes through palm trees and the ocean laps the shores around me.
In the second nightmare, I am buried under the waves, tanged in coral, drowning in perpetuity in the seas I had hoped to call my own.
In the third nightmare, I am held captive by those not even the Pandemonium would take in, constrained by their greed and malice over black sands.
In the fourth nightmare, I am held by a small animal in a field of shining rocks, but with no food in sight to sate its hunger.
In the fifth nightmare, I am placed among a tray of silver in a market on the seas, doomed to rot amongst those shinier than I.
In the sixth nightmare, I am sat atop the tallest trees on an uninhabited island, forced to endure the elements at their most potent.
In the seventh nightmare, I am submerged in acidic liquid, burning, scalding forever, while the rattle of bones echoes in the night. Creatures of my own creation? I hope not.
In the final nightmare, I know not where I am. All I can hear is the infernal, rhythmic clicking of a hundred different creatures, all in the same pattern. This is the worst nightmare. The rhythm lingers even when I wake.
If I had the strength and the freedom of my jailors, I could use these visions to find and reassemble the Medallion. However, my fate is already sealed. Instead, I plan to cast this journal into the waves. Most likely it will be lost forever, but if it is not and if someone is reading this now, the knowledge of the Medallion of the Deep is now yours. However, if you do decide to attempt to reassemble it, be warned, for greed is a powerful foe. May my fate be a clear reminder of that.
~W.S.
*The last few pages are rough diagrams of the shape and construction of the Medallion. You feel reasonably confident that if you had the fragments of it, you could reassemble it by hand.*Gallery
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