dustdevis

hi, just wanted to say that i found a method to killing warped terrorbirds WITHOUT food AND WITHOUT prayer potions. yet this method is difficult to describe. if you happen to be online at the same time i am on, i could show you very quickly how. i discovered this method purely by luck.. :D dustdevilss

@walka, well.. it depends. i know lvl 117s who beat nomad on first try and i know lvl 138s who beat nomad after 10 tries. however, nomad is without a doubt a really challenging quest npc fight. no other npc in any other quests even come close. as for boss monsters, hm... kbd is a piece of cake, kq is a piece of pie, graadhor is a slice of pie, kree is another slice of cake, blar blar... only corporeal beast is stronger.. in me opinion.

hmm, i stuck with the old prays cus the bonus range gave more % then the leech range in the curses spellbook. furthermore, i couldnt use soulsplit so just stuck with old prays. as for videos, i didnt record mine so i would appreciate it if anyone here has a good vid that involves ranging only since this is what my guide is about. i would add the link here :D i know some people use the pillar, but i still wouldnt recommend it since you are busy doing all the clicking and a couple of missclicks could well cost you more hps. furthermore, if you stay behind the pillar for too long, you will have to restart the fight.

ehh hehehheh.... thanks for pointing it out. :D i hate symbols.

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i hope i answer you with this. please support. :D http://forum.tip.it/topic/255586-guide-to-owning-nomad/

Ok, ima do this guide after killing nomad, reputed to be the toughest quest boss npc and even one of the toughest npcs to date, on my 3rd try. My first try failed cause I had never used sara brews/restore pots ever and didnt exactly understood their effects so most of the time i was fighting nomad with 30/92 range.. -.- My second try failed cause I was trying to save some cash and used terrorbird instead of tortoise for beast of burden. It resulted in too little brews. Third try was a success and I had 1 brew, 2 restore pots, 1 pray pot remaining. Recommended stats: DEFENSE: 90++ the higher the better to defend against him when he goes berserk at 1/4hp. RANGE: 85++ HP: 85++ due to one of nomad's spec which hits 75 all the time. PRAY: 70++ piety is sufficient. If you have 95 pray and is able to use turmoil, go ahead, otherwise stick to the old prayer book. ^^ those are the stats recommended for my method. attack and str are not involved since you will only be ranging him. If you want to melee him, good luck. :D Recommended inventory and equipped items: HELM: Armadyl helm> Neitizoit> Archer's helm AMULET: Fury> Glory> any other [cabbage]. CHEST: Armadyl chestplate> Karil's leatherbody> Black dragonhide body> [cabbage]. LEGS: Armadyl skirt> Black dragonhide legs> [cabbage]. SHIELD: Dragonfireshield> Spirit shield> any other high def shield [dun lower range bonus too much] WEAPON: Rune crossbow> noob crossbow. Gloves: Barrows gloves> Any vambraces. BOOTS: Dragon boots> Any other range boots. CAPE: Ava's accumulator> Trimmed Skillcape> err team cape? [cabbage]. ARROW SLOT: Ruby bolts [e] WHAT I WORE: INVENTORY: 9,10 RESTORE POTIONS 2 PRAYER POTIONS DRAGON DAGGER, ANY MELEE WEAPON YOU MAY WANT [i didnt bring any though] 1 SUPER SET, OVERLOAD POTION [yet again i didnt bring any] 1 SUMMONING PET TO USE FOR FIGHTS The rest BREWS You should already have a summoned BoB of at least tortoise or pack yak and it should contain all your sara brews MY INVENTORY: PRAYER TO CHOOSE: OLD PRAYER BOOK- EAGLE EYE PROTECT AGAINST MELEE*** note: protect melee only when normad goes crazy. NEW PRAYER BOOK- LEECH RANGE, TURMOIL.. DEFLECT MELEE*** ***Use these prayers ONLY when Normad goes crazy at 1/4hp. Otherwise, its pretty useless. Method to Pwning Normad: -- Summon your beast of burden with all your brews and engage Normad in Battle. -- When the Normad begins striking you normally, with whatever he is using, pot up, on range bonus prayer, step a few squares away from him and range him with ruby [e] bolts. -- The Normad will alternate between 4 special moves that he has. Take note of the order since it will always be the same. -- When he uses the spec that lays the mines around you, breathe a sigh of relief because it will not affect you. Just stand where you are [do not move], and range him as per normal. [This is the reason why only range is recommended. You minimise the rate of clicking you have to do if you hybrid melee and range] -- When he uses the spec where he looks up at the ceiling and funny stuffs appear around his body, MAKE SURE YOU BREW YOURSELF ABOVE 85 HP, this spec will ALWAYS hit 75 and the reason for keeping your hp high is so that IF you ruby [e] bolts happen to spec him, your hp will be: 85++ - 10% of your hp [8,9]= 77++ after damage from normad's spec: 77++ - 75= 2++ [you live...] -- When he uses the spec that ancient freeze you before he looks up in at ceiling and funny stuffs appear around his body, this is when you panic. BREW YOUR HP AS HIGH AS POSSIBLE!!! Because this spec will hit you your hp-1. So if you have 90hp, he hits you 89. This makes brews very very very important since when you pot your hp way above normal, e.g. 108/93, normad only specs 92, so instead of 1hp left, you have 108-92= 16hp. If you survive this, just BREW up yer hp. Don't worry, he will give you plenty of time to drink up. -- When he uses the spec that makes 3 copies of him, [so total 4 images] hit each image ONCE. If you hit the right Normad, the fake images teleports. This is easy since they only hit less then 10. -- When your BoB no longer has any brews on it, dismiss it and summon your fighting familiar. [i didnt do this since i only have mith minotaur and his useless against a lvl 699 normad] -- When Normad has 1/4hp left, he goes insane. This is where it gets VERY EASY. All you need to do is to turn on PROTECT MELEE/DEFLECT MELEE and he will hit zeros pretty frequently. Rape him with your range OR melee, this is where your melee weapon comes in if you hate ranging. :D [i had 95 def when i did this, and i only used 1 four dose potion brew during his berserk mode and i didnt melee him since i had no melee weap.] QUEST COMPLETE. TIPS: I used 2 dose restore pot for each sara brew spam i did. i didnt use super restore since they are insanely expensive. [20k each?!!!!!] Everything i did in this quest was to reduce the cost of fighting normad.. thus the usage of terrorbirds in the first, second try... [tort pouches are 12k each o.o!!!] BUT tort is required.. If you die with ava's accumulator, go get another! its better then losing ruby bolt [e] at a 100% rate. [they are 850gp each!!!! o.o~!!!!] Check that you do not drop your barrows armour on death because it will degrade and you will have to repair it. [thus i only wore karil's chest plate and blk dhide legs, i keep karil's chest as 3 most valuable items on death] This method's primary objective is to minimise the number of clicks you have to make, e.g. switching melee, range weapon, running around avoiding hits, overall, i believe that if you click less and focus only on clicks on brews and pots, you panic less and there is less risk of you dying. Thus, just tank the 75s, and 90+ specs. Its okay.... better then running around pillars and risk doing it wrong. :s IF YOU HAVE PICS OF THE QUEST AND WOULD LIKE ME TO INCORPORATE THEM, PLEASE DO SEND ME THE LINK :D thanks. This is primarily to help those who have tried again and again without avail against the nomad. GOOD LUCK.

It does not matter. I removed my story from rs forums due to several issues i have had with some people there. The full story is now above. :)

Facts from book 1: DEAD- General Khalengar [troll] Pippy [burthorpian scout] Captain of Imperial Guard a few hundred bandits.. about 4000 forces made up of Burthorpe Imperial Guards, Warrior guild members and bout 1 or 2 elite Kandarin knights. about 3500 white knights, 400 dwaves.. uncountable mountain and ice trolls.. (dun wry, they will respawn in game. ) ~~~~~~~~ parts of the legend of halven garde such as the god wars are actual events that took place in game. [do quests and u will know] prince anlaf, and sir amik varze are really fighting for the throne of Asgarnia as stated by jagex. geographical locations used in the story matches that of runescape map. king ulthas was the former king of ardougne before he died and ardougne was split to east and west ardougne by his sons. stated by jagex. king narnode is the ruler of gnome stronghold. stated by jagex. ice trolls exist in game. but they have no abilities like described.

PROLOGUE: " ALL IN LINE NOW TROLLS!!!! ", General Khalengar bellowed. Instantly, rows and rows of the mightiest trolls fell into formation and listened intently for the forthcoming 'speech of war'. " Today is the day whence the great master will be glorified! No more will trolls reside within the mountains of Trolleim. It is time to make our presence felt! In just mere hours, Bandit's lair will fall. In days, the Gnome lands to the southwest will be invaded! In weeks, we will over-run Kandarin and Asgarnia! And then..." G. Khalengar paused to savour the smell of impending victory. "... the Elves of Tirannwn WILL beg for mercy- mercy that we will not give." " Today, we fight like how the great master taught our ancestors to! We will not fail our master now. All of you are already warriors, yet after this battle, you will be heroes! Now charge!!!!!!!!!" With a massive war-cry magnified many times by the thousands of battle hardened trolls, they charged. Feet easily the size of small shields pounded the gently undulating ground flat and giant troll maces swung back and forth as the army swept through the thin line of bandits defending their town. The bandits were fairly well trained fighters, however, even those on horses could barely see above the heads of the largest trolls. Their longswords were also no match for the brute strength and sheer power of the Troll's mace. G. Khalengar himself easily smashed the skulls of 3 men with a single swipe of his mace. Cuts upon his solid muscled torso were comparable only to a sting from a bee and nothing more. Within minutes, the few hundred bandit foot soldiers were no more and the tiny fence surrounding Bandit's Lair was all that stood between G. Khalengar and victory. " Lets rejoice my heroes! Tomorrow we begin our march to Burthorpe!" BAD NEWS: The wintry air was especially cold this day and light snow was falling, gradually covering the grounds of Burthorpe like a white blanket. Today was a special day and all soldiers of the Imperial Guard had been given a day off from their daily training. Spears and claws lay neatly in racks along either side of the town's square and save for the few civilians minding their businesses, all the Burthorpians were in the Grand Castle of his Royal Highness, Crown Prince Anlaf. There was a huge banquet of grand proportions to celebrate the 24th birthday of the young ruler and all were bound by Burthorpe law to be present. " Welcome all to this very special day!" The crowd fell in a respectful silence as the Royal Adviser stood to make his speech. " All know of our sad history: when his Royal Highness, our beloved Crown Prince, rightful ruler of Burthorpe and all of Asgarnia, was ousted from power by those treacherous white knights who now occupy our homes in Falador. Today, we will eat and drink to honour Prince Anlaf's growing age and wisdom and also to the day when he will finally regain his place as King of Asgarnia!" At this, the Prince himself, garbed in beautiful clothing of dark blue and gold, stood and rose his fist in a show of power. " The advisor is right. We will feast now in joy but let not this temporary joy cloud our minds from the goal that we must achieve in time to come. Asgarnia will be ou.." BOOM! The sudden opening of the great castle doors by 2 Burthorpians and aided by the howling wind interrupted Anlaf. The 2 guardsmen were supporting the weight of an immensely injured young man. The first guardsmen stumbled under the weight of his burden as he exclaimed, " Sire! O sire... this man! He requires aid sir!" As Anlaf approached with his personal guards to better witness this situation, he saw that the young man was not from around the region. The man was also bleeding profusely from a side wound on his head and waist. His left arm was further twisted in a most awkward manner. Anlaf was surprised that this man had even managed to survive his ordeal for so long. " Please, sir... heed my warning..." The pale man struggled to speak as life seeped out of his physical being. " Invasion sir... trollss.. urgh.. marching to bur..thorpe... danger to.. burrr.. thorr.." Anlaf was stunned and gasps from everyone within earshot suggested similar emotions from the crowd. This brave soul was no more. " Sir, this emblem we found on his sleeves.. the emblem of the Bandits to the North. He is Zamorakian by nature." The guardsmen spoke as he held up the man's limp arm. " Give him a hero's burial. His religion does not matter now. Now send word for my best scouts to prove the gravity of the situation. There is no time. Send my messenger to the Warrior's guild. They are bound by honour to come to Burthorpe's aid should the need arise..." The respective men hurried off immediately at the Prince's command. In a softer tone to his trusted Captain, Anlaf whispered, " Should the news be true, you must contact our allies in the Gnome Stronghold and Khandarin." " Misthalin sir? They are the strongest both economically and militarily." " Not yet. They are too far to help. If the Bandit spoke words of truth, the trolls could be on us within the week itself. Prepare your men and prepare my carriage. I will travel personally to Khandarin to beg if I have to." At this, the Captain spoke hurriedly, " No sir.. you are of royal blood! You cannot beg!" " For my people, I am even willing to die for. Now go! This is an order!" ROYALTY: After an entire day's of non-stop travel, Prince Anlaf and his entourage finally arrived at the capitol of Kandarin: Ardougne. With his adviser shouting out the purpose of this visit, there was little hassle in proceeding towards the castle of the Kandarin ruler, King Ulthas. Without even stopping to take off his coat, Anlaf hurried towards the Grand Hall of the castle. A royal doorman immediately saluted and ushered the Burthorpe diplomats into the room. What Anlaf saw next was most intriguing. He had expected King Ulthas to be alone in the room for he had always valued silence and not company. However, there was a small party of gnomes seated around the long table and judging from their looks, bore bad news as well. " Aaa... Welcome, my allies from Burthorpe! Prince Anlaf! How have you been?" King Ulthas said as he spread his arms to embrace his friend. " Thank you but I have been better, King Ulthas. These are worrying times and I bring bad news.." Anlaf replied. " Let me guess... the trolls are about to invade your lands and you are here to request my help?" Ulthas looked on with a twinkle in deep blue eyes. " King Narnode brings similar news.. Narnode, would you mind repeating what your intelligence unit has gathered over the past week?" At this, a tiny gnome no taller then 4 feet rose from his seat. Anlaf knew that the gnome's size was not to be used as a factor in determining his power. Gnomes were known to be small and weaker in strength, yet they packed great knowledge and were feared strategists of war. Narnode appeared no older than 80 years, (that was comparable only to a young human since gnomes lived long lives) thus to be King of the gnomes meant that he was probably amongst the smartest of gnomes. " My respects to you, young Prince, for this will be a difficult time for you and your people. In the past week, my gnomes have discovered strange activities to the north east of our stronghold. Apparently, the trolls were gathering more boulders than they normally would for construction purposes." Narnode paused for a breather and continued, " We later realized they were making siege weapons and granite weaponry in large quantities. Gnome scouts further reported large masses of trolls in war-like formations and training with granite maces." " How.. many..?" Anlaf croaked a hoarse reply. " Hmm... initial estimates stood at 10 thousand trolls.. but the sheer size and labyrinth of a home at Trolleim means there could easily be up to 30 thousand trolls ready for war." Narnode returned for a brief moment to a stack of papers on the table before continuing, " This means.. the trolls are finally coming out of their mountains and launching a large scale invasion. Why else would they raise such a large army?" Anlaf collapsed onto a nearby chair with the news. 30 THOUSAND TROLLS! It would take at least 3 men to kill 1 well trained troll.. 30 thousand trolls would mean a vast army of at least 90 thousand men if they were to stand a chance. Burthorpe only had barely 2 thousand... " So will we gather a force for defense?" Anlaf asked. " The numbers do not look good. Kandarin has 100 thousand soldiers and warriors but they are scattered across the country. To organize them into a cohesive force would take at least a month. Even so, we cannot send all of them to aid Burthorpe. We need to defend ourselves too, Anlaf." Ulthas too slumped onto his throne. " We gnomes have roughly 50 thousand ready to defend our stronghold. Yet this number is not enough. You have to understand Anlaf. The trolls are like giants to us." Narnode added. " So Burthorpe is on it's own? Just like that? You both know Burthorpe cannot fall! If we fall to the brutish trolls, they will be able to attack both Kandarin and Gnome stronghold on 2 fronts! You will not withstand such an attack!" Anlaf pleaded. " We know that as well. That is why I will send my son, Prince Beave to aid you." At this, Narnode beckoned an even younger and smaller gnome to come forth. "Do not think him to be weak and immature Anlaf. I have taught him well and he has a bright mind." Prince Beave bowed in acknowledgment. " And I will send our elite Kandarin Knights to assist you. Sir Skit is their leader and not a better halberdier I have ever seen." Ulthas too signaled for Skit to stand by his side. Anlaf knew his allies meant well and that they had their own predicaments. To offer a son and a treasured warrior was already an immense gesture of goodwill. Still, he had doubts 2 individuals- a man and a gnome, could save Burthorpe. " I thank you... I must go.. You will understand my sudden departure. We must prepare our defenses and I must be by my people." Anlaf sighed and got ready to leave. " We bid you farewell, young Prince. May Saradomin and Guthix guide you over the Bandos trolls." TROLL MARCH: G. Khalengar was in a joyous mood and this was rare for a troll, much less a troll general, but he was pleased that the campaign had gotten off to a wonderful start. He had only lost 1 troll during the battle at Bandit's Lair and that was only because that troll was stupid enough to take a rest while in a skirmish. Such complacency must be stopped but this showed the level of confidence in his warriors. Confidence is good. After a great feast on the bodies of the bandits, the trolls had taken a slow march towards their next destination- Burthorpe. O how much G. Khalengar hated that place. People always organized hunting parties from that place to Trolleim so that they could kill a troll. Cowards! Fighting only in groups of 10 against a single troll. He would show these weak humans the meaning of a hunt when they reached Burthorpe. It had been a 2 days march since the battle but they had progressed slowly. These wilderness was foreign to them and Zamorak must be casting his foul magic on them. After-all, they faced quite some obstacles during their march through these burnt lands. Stray dragons, demons had attempted to kill the slower trolls at the back of the formation and while their attempts have failed, 3 trolls were so seriously injured that they were not battle ready. They must leave these doomed lands. Why did the Grand Chieftain even order that they invade Bandit's Lair? He could not understand. " General! Humans!! Ahead!" Immediately G. Khalengar sprinted ahead with his trusted guards. With eyes as keen as a hawk, he saw that it was indeed 2 humans, lightly armed. However, they were already running away, over the hills- towards Burthorpe. " SCOUTS!" snarled G. Khalengar, "rangers! take them down!" A small group of 4 rangers quickly gave chase and lobbed their stones at the quickly disappearing scouts. " General, we hit one of them. The other escaped." A ranger panted. " Fool! grr.. No more walking! No more rests! We will march at full speed to Burthorpe now!" G. Khalengar was angry. Too many mistakes had been made. They would have to make up for them now. With their giants maces clanging against shields, the trolls set a faster tempo as they marched nearer and nearer to Burthorpe. DEFENDING BURTHORPE: Prince Anlaf and his team had left Ardougne for 8 hours and was nearly back on the fringes of Burthorpe lands. Just outside his carriage, he saw Sir Skit discussing matters with Prince Beave. They made an odd pair indeed. The knight was riding a fine white warhorse whilst the gnome was riding a terrorbird, a greenish large bird built fairly much like an ostrich but capable of faster speeds and strength. He was constantly worrying that they may be too late. After-all, nearly 3 days have passed since the bandit came to warn them and the trolls could be anywhere near Burthorpe now. His thoughts were interrupted when a young Burthorpian came running towards his team. Skit immediately held up his huge halberd to halt the young man. " Wait, let him through. He is one of my scouts." Anlaf commanded upon recognizing the Burthorpian. " What news do you bring?" " Sire! Sire! I am sorry! The trolls.. they.." The scout stopped to catch his breath and then continued " Pippy and I were scouting along the wilderness as ordered. The bandit's words are true! Many trolls! Possibly 3 to 4 thousand of them!" " And why do you apologize? You did your job well. Where's Pippy?" Anlaf asked. At this the young scout struggled to contain his emotions, " We were careless, sire. The trolls spotted us. They hit Pippy with a large stone sire! I tried to help but so many stones... Pippy.. is lost.." " This is not good sire. Since the trolls have spotted your scouts, you can be sure they will now hurry to Burthorpe before defenses can be set up well. We must now make haste and get to Burthorpe before the trolls do." Beave said in a little voice. " Yes, we must hurry.. Scout, you have done well. We will mourn for your friend later on. But not now. We must move fast if we are to prevent the mourning of the whole of Burthorpe." With this, Anlaf and his team urged their steeds to move at a greater speed. " Prince Anlaf, Beave and I have had quite some discussion and we think it best to get as much help as possible from other allies." Sir Skit shouted above the sound of the pounding hooves. " From whom? There is no one else nearby!" " Actually there is. The White Knights of Falador.." Beave added in a barely audible voice. " I mean no disrespect, but ARE YOU INSANE?! They stole my throne to Asgarnia and we are not allies!" " Sire, there is no time to brood on past disagreements. If no other help arrives, there may not be a Burthorpe anymore." Skit added cautiously. After several moments of riding with only the sound of their steeds galloping at full speed, Anlaf finally spoke, " Very well.. however, I heavily doubt that they will come to my aid. They would rather see me dead, that I can assure you." " Haha, I know Beave from a while back and I can tell you this: he is a master of persuasion." Skit chuckled. " Your agreement to the plan was all that mattered." " Good! Burthorpe may be saved after-all. I will see you guys on the battlefield then! Good luck and save me some trolls!" Beave said while turning away from the team and heading towards the city of Falador. Within nightfall, the team had arrived in Burthorpe and were greeted with an air of fear and sounds of weaponry. The town's blacksmith was working overtime making more metal claws and spears, the weapons the Imperial Guard was used to. North of the town was a new structure: a series of wooden stakes driven deeply into the ground to form a fence. Anlaf doubt these would hold against 4 thousand trolls. Upon reaching the town's square where most of the Imperial Guard was stationed, Anlaf and his team was met with the Captain. " Welcome back sire! Glad to see that Kandarin sent help.." the Captain said while studying Sir Skit and his team of knights. " Not to be disrespectful, but this is all?" " Captain, these are the best men King Ulthas sent to us. They will be useful. We also have a representative from the Gnome stronghold, Prince Beave. He has gone to get more help and will be back shortly..." Anlaf replied and quietly added, " hopefully." " Great news sire! I also have some members from the Warrior's guild here with us as you asked. I believe they are in the northeastern tent. In total we have about 2 thousand men in the Imperial guard and a further 3 thousand from the Warrior's guild. They have kindly asked for most of their members from across runescape to help out and many have responded." " That is good. We will repel the trolls and make them wish they never set foot in Burthorpe!" Anlaf declared to the approval of those who had gathered around the Prince. " Set the men in formation now. We cannot risk those bumbling trolls springing a surprise attack on us. I am sure you have heard from the scout that the trolls are near." Anlaf further ordered his Captain. In the next hour, all men were stationed atop the the hills bordering the northeast of the town against the wilderness. Anlaf was pleased at the turnout. Those from the Warrior's guild had lived up to their honour. Now they had a combined force of 5 thousand men against the reported 4 thousand trolls coming in from the wilderness. He knew that was not enough to render the whole troll army defeated but maybe it would be enough to force a retreat from the trolls till Beave and his 'back-up' arrived. Anlaf himself was fully equipped in battle armour and his trusted claws. Skit was dressed in complete knight's armour and held his halberd with both hands. All of his knights were similarly armoured. Yet he still did not feel good. Anlaf knew that trolls were difficult to take down. He had attempted to kill 1 during a hunting party 5 years ago with his guards. The experience was terrible. Of his initial party of 8 men, only he and 4 others returned safely. The troll they had targeted was that of a general as they felt it would be befitting for a Prince to kill one. Anlaf was proud then, now he knew: never underestimate your opponents, lest they best you in battle. Thum..thum..thum... Anlaf shook himself out of his thoughts as the sound reached his ears. Every single men in formation gripped their weapons tightly now and the soft wintry breeze brought about the stench of troll. Hearts beat faster; almost rivaling that of the 'thum, thum' sounds. Sweat of fear flowed freely down the mens' face, despite the cold winter air. Anlaf knew his men were not ready. He could only pray now, 'Beave.. where are you...' THE LEGEND OF HALVEN GARDE: " Approximate time left till the trolls arrive is 30 minutes sire." The same scout reported. Thum... thum.. " Sire, it will be an honour fighting alongside you! Even if we cannot win!" the Captain said. " Do not say that Cap. We can win and will win! Burthorpe depends on us! Our wives, sons, daughters all depend on us. Do not fail to hope or you will hope to fail!" Anlaf retorted. " I apologize sire! I was momentarily overwhelmed by emotion. Its just that this seems to be so much like the God Wars. A single army of 4 thousand at a single location! That is an immense size for only 1 species." Thum... thum... thum... " I understand. However, heroes are found in times such as this. Believe in Halven Garde. It may be our salvation." " Halven Garde?! Sire! You believe in that myth? There is no proof Halven Garde exists! Even if it does, it was said to be during the God Wars. It would have been gone by now." Sir Skit, who had been listening ever so intently onto this conversation, interrupted," Prince Anlaf is right. Hope in Halven Garde. It is, at the very least, hope. And people need hope now. Whether it be true or false, that is secondary." Thum... thum... thum... Prince Anlaf nodded in agreement and rode his steed to the fore of the formation. Then, he began his speech: " All brave Burthorpians and members of runescape! I can smell your fear from where I stand and you can be sure the trolls will smell it too. They will use it against you, against your family, against your friends! So I ask of you now! DO NOT FEAR! Have hope, have faith! Halven Garde may be upon us! Believe in it once more as whence our mother would tell us the tale. It is no myth! It is legend! For it is true! I will tell it to all of you again! Just so you will remember it once more and use it against the enemy!" Thum... thum... thum... thum.... Prince Anlaf paused now. He was pleased for he had captured the attention of every men before him. They looked at him with awe, as if he was Saradomin or Guthix himself. He could inspire them now; give them hope; give himself hope. " O so very long ago, when the God of Balance, Guthix went to sleep, the other Gods couldn't agree on matters on runescape. Saradomin, God of Peace, yet he quarreled with Armadyl... Bandos, God of War, fighting all the time... Zaros, God of Chaos, always wanting to be the God of gods. Then Zamorak came along, a mere mortal himself, stole Armadyl's staff, severely wounded Zaros and became a God. And so the WARS began. All races fighting it out! Goblins, trolls, orcs, cyclops, humans, gnomes... even cows were not spared. Some races fought so hard, they became extinct.. Then, Guthix woke from his slumber. He stopped the Gods from fighting and banished them all, yet it took so much arcane energy from him, he had to sleep again. The races now had no Gods, so they had no aim. One would think they would stop fighting, but they just went on. So, to resolve the problem once and for all, Halven Garde was formed. All religious councils sent a representative with only an aim in mind. PEACE. The Council of Saradomin sent a human mage whom everyone just called ICE. Council of Guthix sent a druid gnome whom everyone just called MAGOM. Council of Armadyl sent an avansie ranger whom everyone just called ISA. Council of Bandos sent a cyclops warrior whom everyone just called JAMEZ. They would be the founding members who recruited more races. Then, they realized they had to detach themselves from their religion to be free of their previous councils. Thus they named themselves in the ancient tongue of HALVEN GARDE. To mean 'peace with no god'. These mighty fighters of yore then went about promoting peace to stop all wars between races. If need be, they went to war themselves to rid the world of evils. All battles they fought, none they lost. These fighters of old... gave all of runescape- a new hope. Then, they vanished. Some say they lie in wait for when they will be needed again, others say they are dead. And now, you say, they do not exist? Surely it is just a myth! There is no proof! But i tell you now! Their existence is why they passed into folklore never to be forgotten. The proof is simple: all races, regardless of their languages now know 2 common words- HALVEN GARDE. The ancient language ties all races together! Furthermore, the peace we have is testimony to the work of Halven Garde. Now, this peace is about to be broken! We must be like the warriors of Halven Garde! For all you know, Halven Garde may awaken and help us in this fight!" Prince Anlaf was satisfied. The soldiers before him were different now. They had the look of a fighter, their eyes burned with fire, their grip on their weapons stronger, they stood tall like warriors. They were ready. THUM... THUM.. THUM.. THUM... The trolls were nearer, no more than 10 minutes away. Anlaf could spy the General troll and he had to admit that this troll was massive. Even from this distance, he could see the sheer size of the troll's mace. " They do not scare us with their 'thums'!" Anlaf continued, " Lets scare them with our chants!" With Anlaf leading, " HALVEN GARDE! HALVEN GARDE! HALVEN GARDE!" The chants soon overpowered the 'thums'. THUM... THUM... THUM... HALVEN GARDE... HALVEN GARDE... HALVEN GARDE! THE WHITE KNIGHTS: It was nightfall before Prince Beave managed to arrive at the castle of Falador. After exchanging pleasantries, he was granted a meeting with the ruler of Asgarnia and Leader of the White Knights- Sir Amik Varze. As expected, Sir Amik was clad in full white armour. The White Knights were constantly prepared for any form of violence since they were still in a state of war against the Black Knights. The White Knights carried various weapons and were a highly organized unit. It was precisely this discipline that allowed them to rule Asgarnia in peace through the years despite constant conflicts with the Black Knights. " I know why you are here, Prince Beave. And the answer to the question you are about to ask is no." " Sir Amik Varze, you are very well informed. I presume it is your intelligence unit? I heard of your new top secret invention, the commorb. Very smart, I must say." If Sir Amik Varze was surprised he hid it well and replied, " Your gnome's intelligence is also very well informed to have learnt of our commorb. Now tell me, what other questions do you have? Since I will not help Burthorpe." " You know full well, that Falador is the closest civilization to Burthorpe. The trolls will need money and resources to fuel their invasion of Kandarin and Gnome lands. hmm... Lets see, if I am troll, I would look at the map and say ' oo fally, lets invade fally for their money to sustain our invasion!' I do hope you understand where I am driving at, Sir Amik." " Do not mock me, gnome! I can always stop the trolls AFTER they crush Burthorpe!" " I do not mock you, Sir Amik. You are allowing hatred to dull your senses. You have only 60 thousand knights at the very most. How long do you think you can stop hordes of trolls pouring into Falador? Even if you do succeed, Falador will be ruined! Fight alongside us at Burthorpe now. Otherwise, we may not help you should the need arise." " Allow me to discuss this matter with my commander..." At this, Prince Beave nodded while Sir Amik Varze summoned his commander. The commander was a knight with a yellow feathered plume atop his helmet and carried a longsword by his side. Amid their discussion, the commander paused several times to eye Beave. Finally, Sir Amik turned to Beave and replied, " the answer is still no. We still have Misthalin as our allies." Displeased at the verdict, Beave made a final attempt, " remember Halven Garde!" This words seemed to have an impact on the commander even though it yielded only a puzzled look on Sir Amik. A second round of discussion ensued with the commander making much suggestions. As much as Beave tried to eavesdrop, he could not grasp a single word. Eventually, Sir Amik relented grudgingly, "Very well, you do have some form of influence over my commander... and you do have valid points... We will assist you. My commander here, Sir Templer, will lead a section of our knights to Burthorpe.." " I thank you and runescape thanks you, Sir Amik. Quickly, Sir Templer, we must leave immediately." BATTLE AT BURTHORPE: HALVEN GARDE! HALVEN GARDE! HALEN GARDE! THUM.. THUM.. THUM...THUMP!! With the final pound, the trolls stopped in formation just barely a hundred yards away from where the defenders of Burthorpe stood. The trolls had finally arrived. ' Where are you Beave?!' Anlaf thought to himself as he positioned himself at the fore of the Burthorpe army. Sir Skit was just to the right flank with his elite Kandarin Knights while the Warrior's guild had its members on the left flank. * G. Khalengar was surprised and he could tell his warriors were too. They had expected only a small Burthorpe force that could be crushed easily. This was not according to what he and his trolls had foreseen. Kandarin forces?! Impossible! How could the Kandarin people know about the invasion? His trolls shifted uneasily behind him. " No matter, trolls! They are merely weak tiny humans! The more of them, the merrier! For we will crush them all! With me now warriors! FOR BANDOS, CHARGE!" With mace held high, G. Khalengar led his 4 thousand trolls down the burnt hills and towards the Burthorpians. * " So it begins! HALVEN GARDE! FOR BURTHORPE!" Together, Anlaf and Sir Skit rode their steeds to meet the trolls. The rest of the forces followed tightly, determined not to give the trolls sufficient distance to use their maces. Midway across the burnt plains, troll rangers began lobbing massive boulders at the charging Burthorpians whilst the Burthorpians responded with their spears. As Anlaf looked to his right, he could see why the Kandarin Knights were elite forces. Their great control of their horses gave them agility required to dodge the boulders easily. They were also supreme halberdiers and communicated with each other with just glances and hand signals. Anlaf then looked to his left and saw that the trolls had already met with the charging Warrior guild members. It did not seem to be going the way of the latter. The trolls were making use of superior strength and size to knock as many of the humans down. Then, before the warriors could get up and regroup, the trolls would crush their skulls and bodies with their maces or just feet. These trolls were clearly well trained. Before, Anlaf could send some of his forces to assist the warriors, a massive mace just nearly missed his head. 'The trolls have reached me!' Anlaf thought as he ducked to avoid a swinging fist the size of a rock crab. " HAHAHAHA! YOU THE BURTHORPE PRINCE! HAHAHA! WEAKLING!" the troll bellowed as he swung his mace again. Anlaf quickly steered his horse to the side and was nearly too slow; the mace scrapped the side of his shoulder and nearly crushed his thigh. " ARGH..." In just split seconds, Sir Skit and 2 of his knights had decapitated the troll's head with simultaneous swings of their halberd. " Damned.. these guys have thick neck bones." Skit called out to Anlaf before riding off to meet another troll. Anlaf was not pleased. He was a prince! He had to prove his mettle in battle, not wait for people to consistently rescue him. " RAARGH!!!" Letting out a crazed cry, Anlaf summoned all of his courage and charged towards the unmistakable form of the General troll. " With me now!" He called out to his Captain and rode pass trolls, always focused on his target. Approaching the massive General troll, Anlaf felt a sudden compulsion and leapt off his horse. Flying through the air, he managed to land onto his target- the back of the General. Griping a bulging back muscle with his right hand, Anlaf clawed at the head of the troll with his other hand. * " OUARHGHH!!" G. Khalengar was happily bashing the skulls of 2 men with his fists when he felt pain sear across his back and head. Struggling to keep his focus, he tried reaching to the human on dangling on his back. Yet his bulging muscles meant he could barely bend his arms beyond his head. Meanwhile, his raised arms exposed his torso to a Burthorpian who quickly clawed at his belly. " FOOL!" G. Khalengar bellowed as he kicked at the human. After 2 failed attempts, he finally connected and sent his victim flying. * " NOOO!" Anlaf cried out as he saw his loyal Captain thrown into the air by the feet of the General. Blood seeped out of his shoulder wound as tears flowed from his eyes. He could not believe that he had just lost his Captain and childhood friend! Desperate and overwhelmed, Anlaf made a final full powered swing at the neck of the troll and leaped off his back. He had to find his Captain, he had to. However, before Anlaf could take another step, the troll caught his arm and lifted him. * " You Prince?! augrhh.. I will smash you.." G. Khalengar tried summoning his strength to crush this Prince before him, yet he was feeling dizzy. He could feel blood pouring out of a gaping wound on his neck and hardly had the strength to stand straight. The world before him was becoming darker and darker.. * Rage pouring through every limb in his body at the creature before him, Anlaf threw 4 swipes of his claws consecutively at the head of the troll. Finally, the grip of the troll relaxed and Anlaf fell 6 feet to the ground as the troll made one final gesture at Anlaf before collapsing. As Anlaf struggled to stand, another troll charged at him after seeing the General fall. For the second time, Sir Skit and his knights appeared to slay the beast and assisted Anlaf to the back of his warhorse. " We must retreat Anlaf! More trolls are pouring out of the Death Valley! They are attacking the western side of Burthorpe! We must hurry back, lest the civilians of Burthorpe be slaughtered." 'This cannot be,' Anlaf thought, ' I have killed their General.. they should retreat, not us.' "Sound the retreat Skit! I must regain my strength." As the message spread throughout the remaining defending forces that Burthorpe was being attacked on another front, everyone started retreating towards town. As far as this northeastern front was concerned, most of the trolls had been killed or were fleeing back into the wilderness. However, the Burthorpe side had sustained severe casualties as well and the remaining combined force numbered less then 2 thousand men from the initial 5 thousand. The men quickly rode over the hills towards Burthorpe and they saw that another force of over 3 thousand trolls were charging down the Death Valley. " This is not good.." HALVEN GARDE: BAAAAARRRRMMMM! A loud warhorn sounded towards the south from Burthorpe and attracted the attention of the Burthorpian forces. The trolls also heard the blare of the horn as they slowed in their charge, surprised at the source of the horn. Then, like the orange glow of an early morning sun, a long line of white knights formed at the base of Burthorpe, flaming torches in 1 hand and swords in the other. At the same time, another army formed on the other side of the valley. This was led by Prince Beave and formed with dwarfs! In total, Anlaf could see at least 5 thousand white knights and a further 1 thousand dwarfs. This would outnumber the trolls 2 to 1. Hope soaring once more, Anlaf took over the charge from Skit. Simultaneously, the white knights charged towards the trolls at the base of the valley and the dwarfs ran on foot down the opposing end of the valley. Surrounded on 3 sides, the trolls lost their formation in the confusion and defenses fell. " With caution!" Anlaf warned his forces since most were wounded in a way or another from the previous battle. The white knights connected with trolls first and the dwarfs quickly followed suit. However, both Anlaf and Skit noticed something strange. These trolls were slightly different from those encountered in the previous battle! " These are not normal trolls! They are ice trolls!" Skit announced in bewilderment. Anlaf had never seen an ice troll before, only heard about them. They were reported to be slightly larger then their mountain counterparts and packed increasing strength as the weather got colder. To his horror, Anlaf realized it was winter. They would be immensely powerful on a day like this! By the time Anlaf and his forces reached the battle ground, they could see that the white knights were faring badly. Cuts upon the ice trolls would not pain them as they possessed the ability to numb it with snow. The layer of ice covering their body was also forming a layer of natural armour against the swords of the knights. The dwarfs were doing slightly better. Although their short statue was a disadvantaged, their weapons of choice, pickaxes, could pierce through the layer of ice armour instead of just sliding off it like the blades of swords. " Skit! Only stab weaponry can pierce their amour! Your halberds will be useless." Anlaf pointed out. " We shall see about that!" Approaching the first ice troll, both Anlaf and Skit double teamed as Skit swung his halberd in a crushing motion upon the chest of the troll while Anlaf stabbed hard at the glaring wound left behind by the impact of the halberd. Anlaf quickly realized that the sheer weight of a halberd would easily crush through the troll's ribcage. Repeating the motion, Anlaf and Skit combined to take down 4 more trolls as the remaining Kandarin Knights followed suit. A quick look around showed that the white knights were doing very badly and had started to retreat. Yet Anlaf could not help the white knights. Leaving his own forces behind would prove disastrous. Although the dwarfs had taken down a fair number of ice trolls, their small number meant that there was only a few hundred dwarfs left. Prince Beave was no where to be seen. " We need more help!" Anlaf pleaded towards the heavens. " Prince Anlaf, stay here, I must go now. We WILL win!" Sir Skit slowed his warhorse to allow the stunned Anlaf to get off before charging into the mist of battle. What followed next was utterly amazing. " HALVEN GARDE! WE WILL GATHER TO FIGHT!" The loud voice that seemed to Anlaf to be that of Sir Skit was followed instantly by a great ray of light beam that shone from the skies down to the centre of the skirmish. The violence halted as trolls, dwarfs and men stared at the light. Sir Skit stood in the centre, his warhorse not beside him, holding up his halberd. Alongside him, Prince Beave held aloft his dagger while still on his terrorbird. A certain white knight that Anlaf did not recognize stood on the other side of Skit. A fourth figure that Anlaf also could not recognize was a dwarf. " Ice trolls! We of Halven Garde demand that you retreat so that peace will prevail. Otherwise, death will be your salvation from evil!" A single ice troll bellowed and dashed towards Sir Skit in an apparent challenge. Before, the troll could get anywhere Skit, it stopped in his tracks and fell to the ground, blood pooling from a huge wound on his head. A small sharp rock projected from the wound and Anlaf realized that the small dwarf had cast a spell so as to use the rock as a projectile. With this stunning revelation, the ice trolls dropped their weapons and began their retreat back to Death Plateau. The battle for Burthorpe had ended. PEACE AT BURTHORPE: 4 hours had passed since the trolls retreated and the survivors of the battle now resided in the town's square of Burthorpe. Prince Anlaf of Burthorpe, Prince Beave of the Gnomes, Sir Skit of Kandarin, Sir Templer of the white knights and Dan Thurg of the dwarves were at the fore of the gathering. Everyone had heard of the events during the battle and many were demanding answers. Prince Anlaf now stepped forth. " Firstly, to all present, the Kandarin knights, dwarves, white knights and fellow Burthorpians, peace has been restored amongst us. We will honour the many who sacrificed their lives as the whole of runescape should because they have died not only for Burthorpe but for runescape. Secondly, this incident has caused many of us to ask questions that I cannot answer. Yet, I can assure you that Sir Skit now known as leader of the long lost Halven Garde.." At this instant, many people in the crowd shifted in their seats. They were unhappy but feared to voice their doubts. " Finally, I must say, no matter the reason, we owe our survival to the Halven Garde. Sir Skit, please.." Skit walked forward to stand beside Anlaf and started to address the crowd. " I apologize on behalf of the Halven Garde, for not using our abilities granted to us sooner. For I know many of you are angry that we did not end the conflict before it even started. However, we of Halven Garde have an ancient set of rules set by the first leader himself, ICE. That prevented us from revealing our true identity unless in critical need. Our abilities are powered from an ancient source of magic. This could destroy Halven Garde if overused. Thus, we could not act until death was imminent." A white knight in the crowd shouted out, " what harm would it do for us to know you existed?! That knowledge could have prevented this conflict!" Many others nodded in fervent agreement. " We were following rules set during the God Wars that were imbued with ancient magic. We were prevented by that same magic to reveal ourselves. It is the only reason why Halven Garde has survived for so long. And also why peace has been maintained for this long." A dwarf was next to shout out, " peace has been broken now. You have failed!" " We could not foresee future events, thus it was impossible for us to know the trolls were building an army. In fact, Prince Beave only found out from the gnome's intelligence unit that the trolls were becoming aggressive 11 days ago. He notified the rest of Halven Garde immediately and we were pondering our next move when the trolls struck. In fact more of our members who could not physically be with us today were with us mentally by fueling their magic to us so that we could fight better." Anlaf remembered how Skit and Beave always seemed to be in deep conversation but stopped when he was around. He also understood now how Beave had managed to persuade the white knights to help- Sir Templer, commander of the white knights, was a Halven Garde member. This also explained how the dwarves mysteriously turned up to assist since Dan must have been in the nearby mountains west of Burthorpe. Mental connections? Was that how he combined so well with Skit while fighting the ice trolls together? Did Skit somehow told him what to do mentally? Now he wondered how many more Halven Garde members there were? Possibly Elves? Ogres? " Let us not ponder over this matter now" Anlaf interrupted Skit. " Rejoice that you have lived. Thank the Halven Garde for it and know they did what they could for us." With that, everyone went back to repairing the damages done to Burthorpe and giving the dead a proper burial, for Prince Anlaf, ruler of Burthorpe, had spoken and all respected him greatly. " Skit, Halven Garde? We have matters to discuss. The battle has been won and Burthorpe saved but the war has just begun and runescape needs saving." END OF BOOK 1

Reviews from readers: [from rs forums] ~~~~~~~~~~ T_TheDan_T 10-Oct-2009 15:10:16 wow, nice story ~~~~~~~~~ xHonda07x 10-Oct-2009 17:42:26 Very good dust, I enjoyed reading it and I would read a second story if you write it ~~~~~~~~~ Sargonsports 10-Oct-2009 21:15:19 I really like the story like said to you before good plot, dialogue, and I would enjoy reading a second ~~~~~~~~~ Icie Juicy 10-Oct-2009 22:50:20 Dust, my man. Great story. Keep it rolling though and hook us up with more of it on the forum, otherwise I will! ~~~~~~~~~ Magommsd 11-Oct-2009 04:56:19 great story keep that mind with tons of ideas <3 Mucy. ~~~~~~~~~ James123182 11-Oct-2009 12:40:01 yay!!! ~~~~~~~~~ F-Avery-U 11-Oct-2009 14:52:40 nice job mate. Kept me reading. ~~~~~~~~~ Laurel0 11-Oct-2009 15:16:53 Very well written, and the end of book one leaves the reader wanting more. ~~~~~~~~~ Caydock 13-Oct-2009 19:30:19 Bookmark. I shall follow through with what I said and read this. ~~~~~~~~~ CONTENTS: 1) Prologue. 2) Bad News. 3) Royalty. 4) Troll March. 5) Defending Burthorpe. 6) The Legend of Halven Garde. 7) The White Knights. 8) Battle at Burthorpe. 9) Halven Garde. 10) Peace at Burthorpe.

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THIS MSG HAS BEEN EDITED. FULL STORY BELOW. The following prose is entirely based upon fiction. Please note that British English will be used. I have completed the story. do hope that this comes across well for you readers and please post any comments (both good and constructive criticism) below. If people enjoy this, i will be more obliged to write more. btw, i am rather new to rs forums so do hope that any tips on better using this forums can be related to me. thanks! i would also like to thank runescape wiki, jagex and my clan council of saradomin(COS) for providing various info and support. p.s. i apologize for any minor grammatical errors, or for this matter, any minor language errors for i may not have edited them thoroughly. About the AUTHOR: Firzen Dustdevils [firzen6666] [dustdevils]--> (clan name) clan: Council of Saradomin age: 19 country: Singapore characters based on my friends from COS clan: [in order of appearance] Prince Beave- beaverboy40-[gnome prince] Sir Skit- skittle---------[kandarin knight leader] ICE- icie juicy-----------[special mention] ISA- isa------------------[special mention] MAGOM- magommsd-----------[special mention] JAMEZ- jamez--------------[special mention] Sir Templer- templer104---[white knight commander] Dan Thurg- Dark_o_dan-----[dwarven mage] NOTE: The work below is Copyrighted under an Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported Legal License. See Quick find code: 28-29-317-56513948 for a reference" This applies in the following nations: Argentina, Australia, Austria, Belgium, Brazil, Bulgaria, Canada, Chile, China Mainland, Colombia, Croatia, Czech Republic, Denmark, Ecuador, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Guatemala, Hong Kong, Hungary, India, Israel, Italy, Japan, Luxembourg, Macedonia, Malaysia, Malta, Mexico, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Puerto Rico, Romania, Serbia, Singapore, Slovenia, South Africa, South Korea, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Taiwan, Thailand, UK: England and Wales, UK: Scotland, United States.

o man.. i totally forgot wad the cutscene during the elvarg quest was... yea i guess it could be made to be someting like the commorb. yea that would work. :)

well then if i rmbered correctly, the wom did like 40+ magic damages each time he used a spell on the trolls. but.... the funny thing was, he ran outta runes and i had to finish the job while he sat in a corner throwing rocks at the trolls hitting like 3 damages each time. lol was rather funny.