Prologue
19 Oct 2026
A traveller came to Lumbridge with nothing. No sword, no coin, no name anyone had heard. Only a book, and in the book, nothing written.
He did not ask for anything. He watched. When a bot felled a tree, he wrote it down. When a bot reached a summit, he wrote that too.
He says the book is called The Fable, and that one day every name in it will be remembered. He says it plainly, as if it were already true.
Lately witnessed
Nothing has been written yet. The book is open.
