Kalafai

Actually, I'd think it lovely to have one person in your boss hunt leeching. With both offense and defense being drained, it should make it easier on everyone, and maybe eliminate the position of Dragon Hatchet Spec Specialist.

I might downgrade to the Zaros gravestone even. If I ever died publicly.

And you'll be chinning for speed, not for efficiency. So a couple damage less per chin is worth those walks back to the bank to get new potions because that's time you aren't training.

Today was the day I killed a man. Not just any man, but my nemisiss. A valient and terrible fight it was. But in the end I was victorious. Glory and prizes mine own. And the name of this boss I fought... Highwayman #5 I snuck into the farm near the crossroads, skirted the duckpond, and mashed up one of each of the two rune types I had in my hands, and flung the crumbly mixture at him. "Stand and deliver!" he cried again and again, as he tried to scale the fence, getting tripped up on his own longcoat. It took a great many of my runes, but I finally laid him down, and claimed his cape as my prize. I buried his body respectfully under a yew tree. Such a wothy opponent, as he overcompensated with his sword and anger for his reduced manlyness, so shall in death shall he overcompensate with a great and unfellable tree as his tombstone. The trim on the cape compliments the plaid of my shirt nicely. I celebrate by buying an awesome iron kiteshield from Cassie's Shield Shop. Surely nothing can strike me as long as I have this raised... My arm hangs limp at my side... this thing sure is heavy. I return to Doric the dwarf, regaling him with my glorious deeds in this quest. He seems quite pleased. He praises me, and teaches me more secrets of mining, so that I might better be able to fetch my own iron, eventually. I still need practice though. Spindly arms. 4 quest points, 3 attack, 2 magic, 3 crafting, 2 smiting, 12 mining, and told thousands of coins on hand. Surely a great adventurer am I.

I knock on Roddy's door. It opens a little and he screams and slams it again. It reminds me of my parents at home for some reason. He tells me to go far, far away, beyond Falador, then grumbles something about maybe the goblins could eat me. I of course run, as is the proper response... the one that doesn't have me being hit, and set out to Falador, as I must listen to my adviser if I am to become successful. I rest at the bard on the road to Falador, then scream and charge the highwayman who assaulted me before. His armour is impenetrable to choppy, I flee to the safety of guards and walls. I must find better weapons to brace such fiends. Perhaps if I shop around in Falador. I locate a cheezilly saradominist windowed chainmaille store. I think I could manage making the bronze myself, maybe, but might gather the coin to splurge for iron. Ah, finally, the mace shop, now to sell my creations! Though, after careful deliberations, I decide Choppy is a better choice than their iron maces. Lovely, a shield shop! though they are quite expensive for my limited capital, I make a determination that I must return when I've more persuasive fistfuls of shinies. Me, afford a house? After laughing so hard I was laying in the gutter coughing up blood, I think it's time to move on. Obviously they don't know about poor people here. I come across the great wall separating north from south Argansia. It's closed tight. Ah well, they wouldn't let me back in there again so soon anyways. I head to a small homestead directly across from the gate to ask if they need any work done, as surely I am far enough beyond Falador by now. Oh my, this poor man is so short, almost like a dwarf! I hope he's not a cripple. They expect you to give them things, not the other way around.... oooh, but that sure is a shiny anvil, even if it's on the floor. I ask if I could use one. Materials for maintenance? Shouldn't be too hard, jsut take the money and run to the store for you? 6 clay... 4 copper ore... 2 iron... wait, what's this you're giving me to buy it with... a PICKAXE!? Manual labour in order to perform skilled labour it is then, though I have no idea how I'll get iron. Onward to the Dwarvern mines... ... ... Two days later I stumble into the dwarvern camp, having survived off snow and what I could steal from the crazy old lady on the mountain. Maybe I should have checked my map. I descend into the dark, dank hole fit only for filthy filthy dwarves... and myself... I fell sad at that part. Plan A, buying the ore from the miners fails. The shopkeeper only sells what is sold to him, and he's so under priced that no one does. Sigh, more work for me. I get a bit more practiced with the mining of the copper, but my pick just dulls against the iron ore... barely enough point to it to get clay now, which I completely fill my pockets with. Maybe I can make pies out of it... I'm so hungry. I think on my way out I get lost and head the wrong way... I find a pickaxe manufactury, and decide to upgrade to iron. Five coins short it seems... ah well, maybe next time. But praises, I find a lost bronze chainbody, and rush it to the shopkeeper to "hold" and rush those coins with my others to get a new pick. I try it out on some more clay, just to be sure it is better. Oh my good golly gosh, an emerald! I'm rich, filthy stinking rich, like a dwarf! I eventually manage to find my way out. Now, to get the iron, of course, I can sell this emerald. I know I saw a gem shop in Falador, but I'd better cut out one of the middle men. I head east! The legendary grand exchange in varrock will surely find me a decent price. From edgeville I check my map, to the south is the dangerous barbarian village, surely no place for me. I'd better skirt the wilderness. The ditch will keep me safe. An earth rune and a wooden shield. Surely strange things to leave laying around, ah well, who am I to not pick up things off the floor. Ah, the north gate of Varrok. Sure looks nicer on this end. well, must cross to the west now... but first... something about sample runes? Yay, 30 air runes and 30 mind runes! I'll be a powerful mage addicted to the power of blowing out candles with my magic, and addicted in no time, or so Aubury says as I walk out and around, happening to walk in front of his open window. I enter the grand exchange, and a guy with a cone and fancy clothes explains everything. I wake up in a puddle of drool on the stone floor sometime later as he finishes explaining, and rush off to the counter. I sell my emerald and extra clay, and become a thousandare. I feel slightly less poor. I buy two notes of iron ore, and the bank lady helps me out. Now to return with all these supplies. I plot a path south to lumbridge, west through Draynor, right at Port Sarim, left at the other side of Falador....

Got to stop cutting mine own gems, it looks.

As long as I stay in hardware acceleration, it barely dents my cpu between running and not running. Otherwise it turns to sand soaked in molasses, and left in the sun in Quebec

can we still throw gnomeballs to bots so they deposit their axes and picks? I think it might have changed since pkers where doing it to weapons.

people waist time making bots for ivy!? well, I guess they want to go shower or something important like that, but still. Ya know, I think it's the players that make bots look bad. using them to scam people for money, auto type the most useless drivel, and swarm tactic things. I wish there was a game for just bots.

Serriously, Spawn camping is frowned upon across the bored. Yes, there's nothing to stop it, but that doesn't mean you can't have the courtesy to let someone do something.

Well, we do get hints about possible future areas, but it's nice to have an interactive way to learn our history. And of course, the AI is smart enough to take out necromancers first, ah well.

Okay, here's where these ideas lead. No skill or exp requirement, but you must write a mathmatics paper on your total skills, totall exp, exp gain weights, exp per level you have, and properly weight those by minimum time spent and gp per hour rate. do this everytime you loggin to one of these worlds to determine your elegability.

one itemers, pking skillers, I have no problem with you UNLESS You beat me back to the spawn room, and camp the damn doors, not letting a single skiller through. I dislike getting half points by being tripple teamed the first step out into the play are. I do not get good points for vengancing you for three hundred damage a round. Please let me get to a gathering point, so I can at least get to the twenty k mark.

I wasn't able to get the exp lamps form Sir Vant for Time Kitten. Maybe missed out on that.

I second that emotion. And the scimitar is better than crush or stab than dagger or mace to most creatures vulnerable to those.

When there's someone on my team complainging that he is the best one there, and the rest of us should all leave cause we suck... well, I start pulling in the other team's orbs and pushing out ours. Serriously, I'm vicious and spiteful. Happy words make for happy stabbings. Meanie words make for angry stabbings.

yes, it has. You now can't kill the same person over and over again, or get full benefits from vengence kills, without getting reduced rewards. That demotivated people, I think as much as it was an official no to the practice... well, more so than the difficulty beating the system.

Please excuse me but WHAT does PJ and GF actually mean. Last year they ment pajamas and girlfriend.

It needs to be english characters because... that's all that's on my keyboard to report you with, of course.

Gennerally anything with the destroy option is gonna fizzle under your gravestone. I went for the angel upgrade. Might have done better with the zaros one though. More stylish. But I don't yet have the levels to hit a few of those bosses, so I don't know if I'd need it for the further ones.

Bug? or is that just the cover story?

never since the price of natures goes down.

I do believe rc profit and excitement went up, especially in f2p, so more fires on the market then ever, and I predict prices actually staying the same.

Oh, question, QUESTION So now, at what level do natures take precedence over laws for profit?

obviously this update was supposed to improve availability of bloods and deaths by crashing nats so far that it would be profitable to make deaths and bloods over them. Ah well, time to buy yew longs while they are still cheap.