Lord Rologarth has a brother named Rologarric, to whom he sent a letter. In this letter, some light is shed upon how his servants were one by one fed to the vampyres due to Dr Fenkenstrain's manipulative advice.
Rologarth was the fifteenth and final Lord of the North Coast. During his time as lord the castle doctor, Dr Fenkenstrain, convinced Lord Rologarth that the vampyres were gaining in strength and that their hunger would require sating before they could end the Lordship's existence.[1] He advised the lord to gift one of his people to the vampyres for tithing, with which Rologarth complied.[2] Soon, however, Fenkenstrain kept advising that more and more people be given to the vampyres, and Rologarth sent them into the Haunted Woods, one by one, where they were taken by the vampyres. The castle gardener, Ed Lestwit, was tasked with the digging of their graves, until none but the three of them remained in the castle.[3] Finally, Fenkenstrain murdered Lestwit as well, leaving only the lord for him to get rid of.[4]
At this point, Rologarth realised his foolishness and also began to suspect that Fenkenstrain had made a deal with the vampyres to sell them the castle's inhabitants in return for possession of the castle itself.[5] By then, Rologarth considered himself consigned to death and wrote a letter to his brother Rologarric, who had fled ten years prior, confessing what he had done. Soon enough, Fenkenstrain killed Rologarth as well, selling his body to the werewolves of Canifis and taking the ring of Charos for himself, as well as the castle.
Doctor Fenkenstrain continued to rule the castle until he hired a passing adventurer to do some jobs for him, as he was trying to reanimate a corpse. Unfortunately for him the pickled brain the adventurer had collected from the Hair of the Dog in Canifis were actually Lord Rologarth's, placed inside Lestwit's head, dug up from the latter's grave. Upon encountering the monster, which retained Lord Rologarth's mind and memories, the adventurer found out the truth behind what had happened. They then discreetly stole the ring of Charos from Fenkenstrain and reinstated Rologarth, in his undead form, as Lord of the castle. Meanwhile, the utterly panic-stricken doctor fled to the castle tower, fearing that the werewolves would come for him any moment.
Lord Rologarth is based on the monster in the 1818 gothic/horror novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.
When one tries to return the ring of Charos to him, he refuses simply stating that he does not need it anymore, being a dead corpse, and werewolves are only interested in fresh flesh.[6]
^Rologarth, RuneScape. "He advised me that the power in the South was rising, and soon our ancestral home would fall to the growing evil. He advised me to send a gift of tribute to the vampires, to satisfy their hunger for at least a while. I regret to say that I acceded to this request."
^Rologarth, "Creature of Fenkenstrain", RuneScape. "I was Rologarth, Lord of the North Coast – this castle was once mine. Fenkenstrain was the castle doctor. [...] No, no, this castle was once full of people and life. Fenkenstrain advised me to sell them to the vampyres, which – I am sad to say – I did."
^Gardener ghost, "Creature of Fenkenstrain", RuneScape. "Once, this castle were full o' good folk – my friends. Fenky was just the castle doctor, you know, to the lord and the castle folk. I don't know what happened to them all, but one by one they all disappeared. When they were gone a while, I went an dug graves for 'em in the forest. After a while there weren't no one left, but the lord, Fenkenstrain and meself."
^Gardener ghost, "Creature of Fenkenstrain", RuneScape. "Oi was in the old 'aunted Forest to the south, diggin' a pit for moi old master, old Fenkenstrain, when would you believe it, someone chops me head off."
^Rologarth, RuneScape. "In his eyes I see the truth - that he must have struck a deal with them some time ago. He sold my people to them in exchange for... this castle."
^Rologarth, "Creature of Fenkenstrain", RuneScape. "No, you keep it, my friend. Werewolves hunger for the scent of live flesh – I have no need for the ring. I have my castle back, if not my soul."
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