Kharedst's memoirs is a wieldable book that is used as a teleport item. It is a quest reward for the completion of the Client of Kourend quest. Players can reclaim the book, if lost, by speaking to Veos on the Piscarilius docks.
The book is a gift from the last king of the Great Kourend, King Kharedst IV, who ruled the Kingdom for forty years from the 135th to 139th decade, to his daughter Rose. The memoirs inside contain the outings Rose experienced with her father.
Upon obtaining it after the completion of Client of Kourend, it has no use at all. To be able to use it, torn pages obtained from completing certain quests in Great Kourend must be used on it. This allows the player to teleport to one of the five Houses of Great Kourend by using the Reminisce option on the memoir. Each teleport uses up one charge.
Each torn page added onto the memoir will give it eight teleport charges, as well as increase the maximum number of charges available. Once at least one teleport charge is depleted, players can add more charges by inspecting the Old Memorial north of Land's End, or west of the Woodcutting Guild. To recharge the memoirs, players must have at least 1 law, body, mind, and soul rune, costing 440 per charge. 10 Magic experience is granted for each charge added to the memoirs.
The memoir can only be used to teleport to the Hosidius House after completion of The Depths of Despair, the Piscarilius House after completion of The Queen of Thieves and the Graveyard of Heroes after completion of Tale of the Righteous. Because each teleport results in the player arriving near some flowers called "lancalliums", it is possible to determine the future teleport locations for the other Houses by finding the lancallium's locations within the three Houses.
The memoirs have five missing pages, of which only the first three are currently obtainable. There are two additional pages, each for the other two houses of Kourend. As they are currently unobtainable (likely planned for future Kourend quests), it is not possible to add these pages to the memoir.
|Icon||Torn page||Quest required||Teleport location|
|Lunch by the lancalliums||The Depths of Despair|
|The fisher's flute||The Queen of Thieves|
|History and hearsay||Tale of the Righteous|
|Jewellery of jubilation||The Forsaken Tower|
|A dark disposition||The Ascent of Arceuus|
A gift for Rose.
If it pleases you, my dear child, would you record our future outings? When I'm old and my mind is fading I'd like to reminisce all the times we've spent together around this fine Kingdom of mine. Heed the lessons of our time together and reflect, for someday you will be Queen over this great land.
'Lunch by the Lancalliums'
Today Father and I had lunch by the River Hos, we sat on our favorite bench and watched as the farmers tended to their curious Bologano fruits. We were joined by a young farmer called Gric, he gave me a basket of strawberries and they're the best I've ever tasted! I recall he was writing a book and he and father discussed the mysteries of ageing for quite some time before he took leave and returned to his farm.
The Lancalliums we'd planted previously were looking a little wilted but Father informed me that Gric would see to them and make sure that they wouldn't die. I asked if Gric could stop anything from dying, Father informed me that in the past a great wizard once beat death and this eventually lead to the residents of Arceuus being immortal, but they had to abandon most of what made them Human to do so. In the end, is it worth it? Forever is a long time and the mind is more fragile than you may realise.
The Fisher's Flute
This happened a few weeks back, I've finally decided to write it down, perhaps it'll help.
A favorite locale of ours is the Fisher's Market at the crossroads in Piscarilius, the merchants are lovely and the music is always enjoyable! The smell may not be for everyone, but after a while you'll forget about it. Being royalty, it's good practise to dress down and be somewhat anonymous as Father believes it's a good lesson in understanding the residents, for both the good traits and the bad. Today was a bad day.
We were stood on the corner, listening to Rey play his golden flute (He always plays my requests and gives us fish when we leave, I'll miss his music.) and just as he had finished playing 'Mist on the River Hos' it happened. It was over quickly, a man stepped from the crowds and attempted to take the golden flute, Father instantly stepped between the two of them when suddenly a woman stepped forward with a knife. Blood was drawn, civilians screamed and the criminals ran.
Father only sustained minor injury but The Fisher's Market is closed now and I believe Rey blames himself for all of it. I'm sure there is a lesson to be learnt from all of this but I'm currently yet to understand it.
History and Hearsay
We left from the southern gate and travelled down the road which passed by the Mess. The usual discord echoed forth, merriment, humour and the clatter of cutlery. The southern door swung listlessly in the wind, further adding to the cacophony with a piercing creak. We turned off towards the west and headed over the stream, up the hill and towards the training grounds. Father slowed the Oxen to a steady pace as we passed by, but it was barren, bar 3 brutish men sparring silently in the combat ring.
As we entered the graveyard, the wind blustered and suddenly I had to grip my coat in spite of the bitter conditions. I approached the grave cautiously, unsure of what I was expecting to happen, but whatever it may have been, it didn't. I quickly placed the Rose down and shuffled off down the path, Father prefers to speak with her by himself.
I approached the old crypt and was surprised to see a strange man perched by the door. Noticing me, he smiled and greeted me, showing me a mouth full of blackened stumps.
'Morning love, what a day, 'ey?' he remarked.
'Foul,' I responded quietly.
'Pah! You know who's buried in this here tomb?' he pondered.
'I was told it's where we would bury our kings and queens, when there was space, anyway,' I spoke more to myself than the man, but he responded nonetheless.
'Aye! But d'you hear of the Wizard?' he asked.
'What Wizard?' I asked, failing to hide my curiosity.
'Been dead for a good while, so they say,' he smirked.
'Well, I've never heard of them,' I admitted.
'Do they no longer teach ye history? A high-born girl like you should be educated,' the man said as he wiped the sweat from his brow. His hands were far dirtier than I'd first noticed.
'Of course they do, I've even read Remoh's 'Tale of Darkness', the original manuscript,' I gloated, regretting instantly as it gave away my position far more than he had originally inferred.
'So yer 'ighness knows all about the Catacombs,' his eyes shone with a strange intensity.
'I do, but don't try to scare me with monsters, I know of the powerful magic that keeps them bound below,' I snapped, the conversation would likely displease Father if I continued any further.
'Below?' He laughed. 'The entrance below may be below the earth, but that realm lies beyond the reach of us mere mortals,'
'But Lustre was just a man and he entered without issue,' I countered.
'Other powers are at work, m'lady, powers far beyond the likes of us,' as he spoke, he eyed the crypt suspiciously, it looked as if he were about to say more when Father suddenly arrived.
'What nonsense are you bothering my child with, digger?' he demanded. The man struggled to his knees, submitting to his king, but his mouth kept that sardonic grin he enjoyed wearing.
'I beg your pardon, your highness! I was unaware of the girls stature,' he grovelled.
'Regardless, you should mind your tongue, spreading hearsay is a crime against the crown,' Father spoke with authority, one must if you expect your subjects to listen.
'Oh, I wouldn't dare stoop so low. It was but a folktale, your highness.' the man explained.
'Hmm, don't you have a job that needs attending?' Father questioned.
'That I do,' he responded while bowing far lower than necessary and he quickly hobbled away.
'What have I said about talking to strangers? Do you forget yourself, child?' Father scolded.
'I'm sorry Father, I wasn't expecting him to be here, I've always enjoyed visiting the old crypt,' I explained.
'Come along now, Rose, let's head back to the cart before the sun sets,'.
Jewellery of Jubilation
This entry seems to be missing.
A Dark Disposition
This entry seems to be missing.
If you're reading this, things haven't gone to plan and YOU should be worried. The King has been killed and I am 'Unfit for rule'... I have enough sanity left to know it won't be long until they come for me too.
By all means, young stranger, attempt to rebuild this memoir, but I'm afraid you may not like the ending, I for one am not a fan. You may think you're ahead of the game, but the pieces have been in motion for decades and you are just another pawn, as was I.
Perhaps we'll meet soon.
- Upon adding certain pages of the memoirs, it can be used on certain NPCs for additional dialogue:
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