The first journal page written by the hand of Mugwamp. We arrived on the shores of Lumbridge. These lands are busy with many colorful characters. There were many adventures walking around aimlessly trying to make sense of their surroundings. Some were honorable, helping those in need, many times at the mercy of small impish devils poking and prodding hapless citizens or animals. One of my first adventures involved an evil cult that was bend on sacrificing a hapless maiden who did nothing to deserve a fate of that kind.
I was wandering on the northeastern land of this fair city, I was approached by a battle worn and aged lady who implored me to help her save the maiden I mentioned. We ventured down into a crypt where this lady taught me how to fight in a strange new way using magic, melee, and ranged attacks. Now, I have fought many times before, but never using a magic staff or a crossbow. The sword has always been my weapon of choice. Aye, yes, I have heard the old saying "those who live by the sword, die by the sword" but I have always believed that the future is not set and that we make our own future by the actions we do. Anyway, I digress, back to the crypt! My companion was soon injured and could no longer fight, so I took the lead and quickly vanquished three members of the cult. I spared their lives because, even the lives of the evil are important. As I said, our futures unfold as a result of our actions so by sparing their lives, perhaps, one day someone will spare mine.