Transcript of Secrets of the Inquisition

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This transcript involves dialogue with Intern Jimmy, Aurelius, and the player.

Finding journals[edit | edit source]

From excavation[edit | edit source]

  • You find [journal page].
  • (After finding the second journal:)
    • Mystery Uncovered: 'Secrets of the Inquisition'.
    • Player: There's something unusual about these journals. I wonder whether Jimmy has any thoughts.

Solving the drawers puzzle[edit | edit source]

  • You find a page of the Inquisitor's memoir.

Activating the statues[edit | edit source]

Without the four urns[edit | edit source]

  • Player: I need all of the four basic ancient elements: shadow, smoke, ice and blood, I think.

With the four urns[edit | edit source]

  • The statue's face turns toward you and seems to whisper a simple phrase 'Zaros has left us. Zaros is gone.' The you realise that the statue never moved at all. How could it?
  • Player: This isn't really happening! Well, that was weird. Doesn't seem to have told me anything useful though. I should look for more journals.
  • The four urns are removed from the player's inventory

After collecting the first eight pages[edit | edit source]

North-western statue[edit | edit source]

  • The statue seems to move. Its ancient, crumbling face turns toward you and its features seem to shift - taking on an all-too-familiar appearance.
  • Ancient statue: Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
  • Select an option
    • Ad astra per aspera.
      • The statue shakes its head and turns away.
    • Audentes fortuna iuvat.
      • The statue shakes its head and turns away.
    • Vincit qui se vincit.
      • The statue nods and turns its face away from you. You feel a change in the air as it does so. It is barely perceptible, but makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
      • If the player already gave the correct answer to the other statue
    • Oderint dum metuant.
      • The statue shakes its head and turns away.

South-eastern statue[edit | edit source]

  • The statue seems to move and turns its eroded face towards you. Its features shift and soon it forms into a vile mockery of a face you really did not want to see.
  • Ancient statue: Sic semper tyrannis.
  • Select an option
    • Ad astra per aspera.
      • (Dialogue ends.)
    • Audentes fortuna iuvat.
      • (Dialogue ends.)
    • Vincit qui se vincit.
      • (Dialogue ends.)
    • Oderint dum metuant.
      • The statue nods and turns its face away from you. You feel a change in the air as it does so. Something barely perceptible, but it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
      • If the player already gave the correct answer to the other statue

Visiting the Secret Chamber[edit | edit source]

  • Visit the secret chamber?
    • Yes
      • Player enters the shadow realm version of the cathedral.
    • No
      • (Dialogue ends.)

Studying the scaffolding[edit | edit source]

Before discovering the research[edit | edit source]

  • NEW Research Available: 'Crossing that Bridge'.

After discovering the research[edit | edit source]

  • There is nothing more to learn from studying this.

Journals[edit | edit source]

The following text is transcluded from Transcript:Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 1).

Inquisitor's Memoirs 1

I write these words not for posterity, nor fame, but simply because I have no one left to talk to. My life was one of secrecy and silence and so it is fitting that it should end in the same way. Still, I feel that urge to leave something behind, a small reminder to the world that I existed. So, I write these memoirs of the events that would lead to my end.

It begins, as all great stories do, with betrayal. We are all capable of it, from the holiest saint to the greatest sinner, we all have knives at each other's backs. So it was with the Inquisition and the Praetorians, so it will be again. My name is Aurelius, but that name will not survive the ages. I am - no, was - a member of the Inquisition, the great and holy secret police of the vast and powerful Zarosian Empire. It was our duty to walk the Empire in secret and to uncover and remove heretics and blasphemers, for our world was poisoned by them. Heresy is a disease that spreads from soul to soul, infecting them, turning good people into sinners - and worse. Like all the worst infections, sometimes the only solution is to excise the diseased flesh, amputating the corruption to save the whole. We did good work.

But we were not the only secret eyes within the city. We were focused on protecting the faith, while the Praetorians' interests lay elsewhere. Where we sought out false prophets and vile heretics, they sought out dissenters and separatists. As you might appreciate, in an Empire governed and overseen by our irrefutably real and physically present god, the two responsibilities would often overlap. The problem with being secret police is that we do not know about one another - at least until it is too late. At that point, it can lead to great tragedy indeed.

Such a tragedy befell the Mahjarrat Kolton, when he was betrayed by one he called friend.

Kolton was a Tribunus, yes - a soldier in the grand Zarosian Army. But he was also one of us. He was a member of the Inquisition, faithful and devoted to the one true god, Zaros. He fought the war on the battlefield against the heathens and he fought the true war - the deeper war - here in this very city. The war for the souls of Senntisten. A secret war, but a just one. As a Mahjarrat, he had all the privileges that came to his people, but he never lost faith or allowed himself to fall into the decadence of the elite classes. Indeed, his greatest flaw was that he trusted too much and too deeply, in all the wrong people.

The Prefectus[sic] Praetorio is a creature of many faces and he shows different ones to different people. Many look the same, but the intention and the loyalties behind those masks are as fluid as the rivers along the aqueduct and infinitely more treacherous. To Kolton, he wore the mask of friendship, of brotherhood. But all of Sliske's faces are masks.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 2

The betrayal began with a whisper. Rumours are like viruses, passing their infection on to more and more people as they go. We did not know where the rumour began, but we knew what it was saying, it whispered 'Zaros has left us, Zaros has gone'. It is true that our deity had not been seen in some time, but to think we had been abandoned was such blasphemy, we could not permit that rumour to be spread further.

Kolton and I were tasked with investigating the rumour, to seek out where it had originated and resolve the problem, preferably permanently. Rumours require people and so we first sought out where the largest crowds gather, the Colosseum. You would be surprised at how easily people relinquish their secrets when the rush of a gladiatorial battle rages before them. The gambler's mind forgets that there are always people listening. As was our system, Kolton donned his finery and waded into the crowd to carouse and converse, whereas I used the statues.

The statues are our eyes across the city, they belong to the Inquisition, even the Praetorians do not know how to use them properly. In solace and silence I fed the statues the offerings of sacred shadows and I slipped into the sacred realm of Zaros. It is hard to describe this transcendent realm, it is like peering at the world through a film of shadows. We are unseen in this realm, but those of us who have undergone the training can peer into the material realm as easily as someone can peer through a keyhole. We hear in hushed tones and whispers, but we can hear each word that is said. There are few tools so useful in the pursuit of our sacred work.

As Kolton placed bets and made friends, I listened to the crowd. I heard the human Marellius utter Zaros's name in vain. I heard the widow Rothbry complain about the vampyres, questioning why such creatures are allowed in a civilised city. I heard tiny blasphemies throughout, enough to put their names in my book, but no greater heresy. There were no whispers of an absent god, nor concerns of abandonment. The crowds seemed content with the world and our investigation turned out to be fruitless.

But rumours are like viruses and Kolton and I had both been exposed to this one.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 3

It is odd to feel doubt when you have seen your god in person. True, one as lowly as myself only saw a glimpse of him from beyond the crowds, but there was no denying him. Zaros is very real and very present. Yet still I confess that doubt had begun to creep into my mind and wrap its slimy tendrils across my soul. For though my investigation had proved fruitless, though the rumours seemed to be the whispers of only a handful of nobodies, they had found their way into my thoughts and I could not shake them.

The truth was I had not seen our god for quite some time. Months, at least. Had it been years? His throne sat perpetually empty, and his hollow priests were locked into habits and dogma.

We never said anything of it of course, but I know Kolton was afflicted as was I. The people could not see it, but we - the faithful - were closer to Zaros and could see horrible glimpses of the truth.

Zaros wasn't there.

I began to wonder what fate could have befallen him. Zaros had slain another deity in the past: the destruction of Loarnab is a most sacred part of our canon. Could it be that Zaros had been slain by another - stronger - deity? There had been rumours of a powerful god elsewhere on this world, slumbering deep beneath the surface. A terrible, wicked blasphemer by the name of Guthix. Could it be that our lord faced this being and lost? No, even as I write this I know it to be nonsense. Our god is alive. So, what does that mean? Is his attention locked into divine experimentation? We know that Zaros seeks to further our grand civilisation. Could he be creating mighty technologies to ascend us further?

These thoughts comforted me against the infectious heresy. But the balm soothed only a short time, for a more logical and far simpler thought blossomed in the dark parts of my mind.

Zaros simply didn't care.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 4

We were not alone in our doubt. It was clear that a malaise had fallen across the Inquisition. Even the ever-implacable Kharshai seemed to have lost some of the sturdiness in his stance. The Inquisition Office was unusually quiet over the next few days.

I had always found the notion of an office for the Inquisition to be counterintuitive. We are a secret police. We hide within the existing structures of society. We may be soldiers, diplomats, tailors or teachers, but we are Inquisitors also. We are the hidden heart of Zarosian society, yet here we have an office. A building in the middle of the market square, right opposite the Colosseum. We are so obviously placed that we cannot possibly be missed. But then perhaps that is the point. We do not want people to know who we are, but we want people to know that we exist. So, when we arrive at the headquarters we clothe ourselves in ceremonial garb, with the robes and masks to hide our identities, of course. But we make it very clear to the citizens of the Empire that we are here and always watching.

Today there were four suspected heretics that needed my attention. The first was a human called Tobed. He was a strange sort, quiet and gentle, but when he spoke he spoke only blasphemies. He whimpered that there were other gods out there whose designs were more benevolent, or more righteous. Another fool worshipping the pretender god Saradomin simply because his countenance is human. How vain a species we are.

The second was Worvim the vampyre. Worvim professed her innocence at each step of interrogation. She had been set up, she claimed, she was faithful, she screamed. We dug as deep as we could, but we uncovered no lies or heresy. Perhaps she was innocent. Only Zaros can judge her now.

Zadok was a strange creature who spoke only in gestures and pointless little dances. I could not decipher any true blasphemy from their actions and being irritating is hardly a crime. I let them go.

Yokai the necromancer was the final heretic on my list. She was a strange woman, human as far as I could tell, but with a darkness to her. She answered all of my questions with an honesty that was almost charming. She had been digging in the city graveyard again. When I asked her why, she claimed she was seeking out the monstrous creature that was sealed away there. She spoke of the dread corruption that plagued our city so long ago. A monstrous fungus that threatened to consume and infect the city, before it was fought back and sealed away beneath our dead. Nonsense of course.

Once completed I found myself staring at the file of one of our latest detainees, my old partner Cassius. He was changed from the fiery soldier of the church that I once knew. He was broken, partially because of the torture we'd put him through, but mostly in spirit. Before me was a portrait of shattered faith. It takes something from a person: all vigour, all light, as if it tears part of their soul from them in the process.

'We are alone.' He kept whispering. 'He isn't there.'

I tried to change his mind with words from scripture, but they fell on deaf ears. I tried to change his heart by reasoning that the Empire was functioning to perfection, so Zaros's guiding hand must be present, but he was unmoved. His broken spirit could not be beaten back into shape. In desperation, I asked him how he knew this. His answer chilled me.

'The Shadow tells me so.'
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 5

I asked Cassius what this Shadow was and he looked at me with a half smile that sent shivers down my spine.

'Don't you hear it whispering?' he said. 'The statues must hear it. They must. Because it is through them that the Shadow speaks.'

Nonsense rambling. Madness. A pity, he had been a good man and a good friend. I took no joy in his execution.

I spent some time in the Shadow Realm, walking the paths the statues showed us. I strained my ears for signs of this whispering nonsense, this 'Shadow' that Cassius had raved about even in his death throes. But there was nothing. A blissful silence, save for the chattering of the people as I walked past them unseen. As I walked the city I found myself more and more relieved by that silence. More and more I became convinced that the rumours were the nonsense chatterings of a broken mind.

But then I reached the bridge.

The view across the bridge is quite something to behold. Today, I stand gazing along the waterways to the south, and I see two breathtaking features of the city rise into view. To the east I can see the magnificent graveyard. A morbid site, perhaps, but the architecture and the artistry cannot be denied. To the west I see the Grand Cathedral itself, the central structure of the district, gazing out over the city. I love this spot. It used to be my favourite place to go. But on that day, I heard her, and it's never seemed quite the same since.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it was there. She sounded like my daughter, who had died from sickness a few years prior. But strangely she also sounded like my wife, my mother and my grandmother, all of whom had passed on. They whispered in one shared voice and I could not help but listen.

They told me to be vigilant. That Zaros was gone, but he had not abandoned us. But in his absence forces were moving to take his place. To seize power and to destroy us from within. They reminded me that we were not the only secret police and that a city doesn't need two secret organisations.

I had to learn what the Praetorians were doing.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 6

I had informed Kolton of the whispering and brought him to the bridge to discover them himself. Kolton was always uncomfortable in the Shadow Realm. He would claim that he could feel something there watching him hungrily. But on that day we stood on the bridge together in the Shadow Realm, just staring down at the river. As before, there was silence for what felt like an eternity, and then we both heard the voice. It was strange that it sounded so different to each of us. To me it was my family - lost yet still loved - but to Kolton it was the voice of his people screaming as they were sacrificed. Suffice to say the experience was far more pleasant for me.

The whispering voice warned us of absent gods and all to present betrayals. It described in vague prophecy the promises of the Praetorians' crimes. As we listened, it told us of dark and sinister experiments beneath the city. The Praetorians were trying to uncover something old, something buried and something dangerous. Something that would threaten even Zaros himself. The ultimate blasphemy. Kolton and I agreed they had to be stopped, but we needed proof. We had to find a way to observe them, and there was only one option.

The Praetorians, like the Inquisition, are masters of secrets. Only a handful of the Praetorians are known to us, and they are generally well hidden and guarded, even in the Shadow Realm. All but one. The Mahjarrat Sliske is an arrogant creature, convinced of his own brilliance and superiority. Though he is known as the leader of the Praetorians, he always seemed remarkably poor at keeping secrets.

Even back then, he would seem to let slip the victories of his organisation when boasting to his kin. He would make overt shows of how he was the puppeteer pulling strings. He seemed an inexplicably poor choice for the head of a secret order.

Of course, I know now I was a fool to think that way. Sliske's masks were more brilliant than we had been led to believe.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 7

We followed Sliske for some time, though Kolton refused to believe that his friend could possibly have anything to do with the heresy the whispering promised us. Sliske was a strange target to observe. His demeanour would flip, moment to moment, from jovial trickster entertaining the children on the street, to a ruthless sadist when interrogating someone. The transformation was so smooth, like a snake shedding its skin. It didn't even seem strange when you weren't studying it. But to us, as chroniclers of character, Sliske was a crazed mosaic of motivations. A thousand lies hiding countless others. I wonder if Sliske even knew his true self.

We followed him across the city, through the market, past the Colosseum and the Wards, finally coming to stop inside the Grand Cathedral's grounds. There he stopped, sitting at one of the pews as if in prayer. Sliske is many things, but devout is not one of them, and I was immediately suspicious of this change in personality. After a few minutes, he stood and walked over to one of the statues. With horror, I saw him take out the catalyst that would propel him into the same hidden realm as us.

In desperation, we ducked down behind the very pew Sliske had been praying in. There, I saw it. A note, carved in script that would be invisible in the mundane world, but was oh so visible now.

It was a single word that I had never seen or heard before.


When we emerged, Sliske had vanished, but there was a strange heaviness in the air. I looked closely at the statue he had been using and I felt a strange chill, as if the Shadow Realm were thicker there. Had Sliske found a way to journey deeper into this transcendant plane? I would have to follow him. I had to know more about this name and what it meant. Kolton agreed and together we began to research this deeper Shadow Realm.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 8

It took all the magic at our disposal to bring us deeper into the Shadow Realm, deeper than I had ever been. I was disappointed perhaps to see that it didn't appear so different to our own realm. But it did feel different.

Still, in this deeper part of the Shadow Realm I saw no sign of Sliske, nor his heretical cult. The four statues in the room had changed, however. Before they had been silent lumps of inanimate rock, but now I saw in them a vitality - a movement I had not witnessed before. Clearly they were under some form of enchantment, and I caught the stench of Sliske's inane humour. As I approached the statue to the north east, its face twisted into a mocking mask which glared down at me and spoke in Sliske's irritating voice.

'Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.'

Confused, I began to consider my response, when I heard Kolton sigh behind me. I turned to see him shake his head and respond with the phrase 'Vincit qui se vincit.'

In reply the statue nodded and turned its face away and fell silent. I turned to Kolton, and gave him a questioning look.

'It's an old motto,' he said. 'Sliske and I would psyche ourselves up for a battle by repeating those words as a mantra. It makes sense that he would use them as part of all this.'

His expression was as unreadable as the stony features of any Mahjarrat, but I understood the sorrow it must be hiding. Sliske was his friend, and this phrase was like a signature on a confession, proving that Sliske was up to something - here, at this most sacred of places. But we needed to know what before we could continue, and so we visited the second statue. As before, this one wore a mask, though it was dour and melancholic.

'Sic semper tyrannis.'

'Oderint dum metuant.'

As the mask's face fell away from the statue, we felt a sensation dragging us down. When it had finished, we found ourselves in a room we had never seen, staring into a hole in the Universe.
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Inquisitor's Memoirs 9

The chamber wasn't large, but it felt vast. Staring into it, my stomach churned. It was not unlike the terror of standing on the crumbling precipice of a cliff. And yet something compelled me onwards, into the room.

The chamber was dominated by a single structure, a strange monolith hovering in the air. At the centre of the monolith there seemed to be a swirling vortex of some kind and from it came the whispering voice.

Its words were starlight and dazzled me as it spoke. It promised me everything I wanted: the evidence needed to convict Sliske, the chance to get my family back, everything I'd ever dreamed... if I would only touch the monolith. It was intoxicating. But I am an Inquisitor, and we do not give in to simple temptation. I steeled myself and turned away, and my gaze fell upon Kolton. His eyes were wide in equal parts wonder and horror and I felt the monolith reaching out to him, using the Shadow Realm as arms. In a flash, I saw the last vestige of sanity torn from his mind and he fell into a stupor on the floor, drooling like an animal. I felt its attention turn back to me.

'What are you?' I found myself whimpering, desperate to comprehend the incomprehensible.

'Vos,' it said, as though this were a sufficient answer.

As I felt the whispering voice reach out to me, promising me everything, I found myself less and less able to deny it. Its needs were so simple, all I had to do were to touch the monolith and to open that crack in the world just a fraction more. I just had to let more of it in. It was so reasonable. So simple. How could I deny it that when it promised me everything in return?

Fortunately, Zaros intervened.

The fury of a god is the stuff of legend. It is the fire that burns mountains into ash and tears apart moons. I would have understood raw, unleashed fury. But Zaros's rage was so perfectly controlled - so locked away - that it became a heavy weight pushing me down. His demeanour did not change and his voice was as calm and implacable as it always was, but it permeated the air, the building, and my very bones. With a snap, the monolith closed tight. It had barely opened - the difference between closed and open was imperceptible. But now that compulsive feeling was gone, and only the rage of a god bore down on me.

I knew now that this was a sacred place. A place belonging only to Zaros. A place where he could enact his divine will without interference or distraction. In our blind curiosity, we had trespassed upon this ground.

In the days to come, Zaros began to restrain the power and reach of the Inquisition. We were denied the use of the statues and we were far more restricted in our duties. The Praetorians picked up the slack and as we diminished, their flame grew brighter. Each time I saw Sliske, I saw that maddening grin - that jester's smile that belied a cold, cruel and calculating mind. He had destroyed us with a whisper, and I had been such a fool.

Poor Kolton never regained control of his mind. It made him the perfect sacrifice for that cruel Mahjarrat ritual. Sliske had destroyed me and guaranteed his safety from the sacrifice for at least another few centuries.

It will not surprise you to learn that I was stripped of my title as Inquisitor. I don't blame them. It was my curiosity that led to our downfall and cost us a good soldier. Now, I find myself now alone and mostly forgotten, as it should be. The only problem is I keep hearing the whispering voice calling to me. Even now as I write this I hear that beautiful song, urging me to find it again.

This time, though, there is no god to stop me.

Its asks so little and its song is so beautiful.

Talking to Jimmy[edit | edit source]

Asking about the mystery before activating a statue for the first time[edit | edit source]

  • Jimmy: It looks as though the statues act as some sort of doorway into the Shadow Realm. The journal mentions that some sort of magical offering is required. Perhaps if we were to look into the primary ancient elements somehow.

Asking about the mystery after activating a statue for the first time but before finding Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 4)[edit | edit source]

  • Jimmy: It's disappointing that we weren't able to journey into the Shadow Realm via the statues. It sounds as if the magic has either waned, or some sort of security feature is in place...albeit a really creepy one. I'd suggest we keep digging, see if we can learn anything

Asking about the mystery after finding Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 4) and activating a statue[edit | edit source]

  • Jimmy: The journal entry mentions the Inquisition Headquarters on the edge of the Marketplace. Might be worth looking there. They mention several names in the journal. Is there anywhere they could be investigated?

Asking about the mystery after opening the drawers in the Inquisition Headquarters[edit | edit source]

  • Jimmy: Enchanted drawers seem like an unusual security measure, but it certainly keeps the important files hidden.
  • (Before finding Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 7):)[source needed]
    • Jimmy: It's all starting to paint a strange picture. We should keep excavating, see if we can learn more.
  • (After finding Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 7):)[source needed]
    • Jimmy: The latest journal mentions the statues again and a different kind of magic. The ancient Zarosians also used another ancient element. I wonder if this might be the magic needed. I doubt it'll be that straightforward, of course. I wonder if there's another step we might need. We should keep digging around, just to be sure.

Asking about the mystery after finding Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 8)[edit | edit source]

  • Jimmy: Well, that's sinister. Some secret hidden chamber in the Cathedral? It looks like you've got the passphrases now, though. I think all that's left is to see if you can get inside. I think you'll want to try more ancient magic here. The standard ancient elements didn't work last time. Maybe we can try a lesser-known one?

Asking about the mystery after solving it[edit | edit source]

  • Jimmy: So Zaros was studying the Monolith back in ancient Senntisten? He did something with it that seems to have left an echo of his work in the shadow realm here. I suspect his research here is what paved the way for his latest antics. He might have planned this millennia ago, but was interupted[sic] by Zamorak's betrayal. Whatever it did, it seems to have affected some of the citizens of Senntisten. Making them act strangely, obsess over whispers. Poor Aurelius seems to have lost himself in the Shadow Realm as a result. Trapped as some deranged spirit. Tragic, really.

Aurelius[edit | edit source]

Talking to Aurelius[edit | edit source]

  • Aurelius: Do you hear it?
  • Player: Who?
  • Aurelius: It can bring them back to me. I just need to open the door a little wider. But it took everything I had just to get here. I went as deep as I could. I am so lost now. I thought I could follow the voice. But it's everywhere. Everywhere.
  • (If the mystery has not yet been solved:)
    • Player receives Aurelius's Mask and Inquisitor's Memoirs (page 9).
    • A shadow infused mask and a journal page fall into your hands.
    • You gain 7,800 Archaeology XP for completing a mystery!
    • Congratulations! You have completed: 'Secrets of the Inquisition' - Solve this mystery.

Overhead dialogue[edit | edit source]

  • (One of the following is randomly said:)
    • Aurelius: I am so alone.
    • Aurelius: I am so lost.
    • Aurelius: I can barely hear the whispers.
    • Aurelius: I cannot find it.
    • Aurelius: It's still out there, isn't it?