Kalafai

Yeah, but see, just put a fence around it. Have the doomsayer do his thing, and make a small lot multi combat. Pretty simple if you ask me.

I has an idea about the truely unsoloable monster! First off, F2P server. Second off, it's right behind lumbridge castle. Third, Non-Agressive, and low damage. Fourth, enough HP that it takes about four hours to solo with 99 attack and strengh, rune scimmy, and strengh pot. Fifth, always acts like everyone was on lootshare, and banker picks up your drops for you if you have to go. Thus, anyone can do some damage, anyone can get a rather decent reward and combat exp, and no one has any reason in particular not to throw in a few hits while they walk by.

Oye, IDEA! I think the high level potions SHOULD be tradable. But have a minimum herblore to use. That way you can do fun things like potting up your herblore just expecting your fight... and if potions damaged your herblore just because you quaff one to many, that's a whole 'nother level of interesting.

Just be glad you banked all those yew roots and didn't make nature amulets out of all the magic roots... You did bank them, didn't you? Muahahahaha ha!

Right, practically the only use now for smithing is to smith knives and arrowheads, to counterpart or replace fletching enterly, and to assist people in assembling their armours and swords. Personally I think I shard of dragon armour should also make a dagger or spear, and a mangled piece make a hatchet, and other such ways.

Lets see... when I need just a couple ores or coal for something, be it quest, journal, or making full mith for a friend, i state my intentions, ask permissions, and wait to be called a noob before stealing the rocks. When I am training... well, I use the coal trucks, and there is a good bit of running between individual rocks. At level 60, I just need one swing for fully half of them. That's enough for me to compete with someone wearing a mining cape if that comes up, and personally I click faster in the eastern rotation, and if someone is camping a single rock, I'll leave them be. If that doesn't work, hide public and spam your mining level in quick chat. It works.

What I actually think is going on, is that the game makes a check to see whether you caught a tuna. Then it makes a check to see weather you caught a swordfish. It alternates one and the other. And my fastest filled inventories seem to alternate smoothly. You can fail either at any fishing level. And the swordies are just that much easier to fail. Especially at a low comparative level like somewhere in the 60s

I... I can glory teleport in emergencies! No more waiting til after the next attack to get the menu up in hopes of pushing a random teleport when out of food and prayer all too fast.

I need pants. No, really.

My biff with personalized shops... Specialty shops NEVER have any stock. No lanterns in Dorgushon. No jubblies in the resort. Not to mention no goblin armours in lumbridge, no beads in fallador, and none whatsoever of wizard hats in varrok.

Ah, I remember my days of scamming. I had something or other I didn't know the price of, didn't really want. Someone else wanted to buy it right out of my hands. I ask them what price, they tell me no, I need to make the offer, I say okay, 10k. I'm reported for scamming. I'm ready to bank my archer helm, someone is real damn persistent about buying one in seers village bank, he's asked why he doesn't go get one himself, he says because he doesn't want to run that far. I offer mine with a mere 5k price up for having to run and buy a brand new one for myself... I get reported. I pick up tuna off the ground from the power fishers, someone offers to buy it for half the market price, I say no... reported for scamming. I offer to sell a full mithril in the bank, advertise good for abyss runners... reported for scamming. Someone asks how they can get a halbred when they see mine, I tell them about the regicide quest, they offer to buy six run hallys off of me if I run and get them, I do so, and charge a nominal markup to cover travel expences... reported for scamming. Ah, those were the days. Oh, and lets not forget trying to undersell someone at the bank selling tuna... that got us reported as a team.

Well, I personally would like a low consumption greed prayer for when I forget my ring of wealth. But, in terms of a major update, I'd like to see something that affects summons, and nearby clan members/castle wars teammates, and such. So instead of praying for 15% better attack yourself, you pray for 5% better attack for the group, spreading out the prayer costs from the person with boss agro, at least allowing them to focus on their protection prayers. Doesn't need stack.

Huh, after a few levels of mostly tunas, I have been mostly getting around 12-16 tuna/swordfish ration. And no stress, that spot is not for fancy fishin. I'd actually walk up to the eastern wildy fishing spot myself. Revenents aren't that big a deal.

After Time Kitten's Wilderness Training Stint, in which a few tuna were cooked and many harpoons lost in the final days of the old wildy, a new quest begins. Kalafai, the wailful waif, living in Androuge one day stumbles upon the market sign, gasping in shock at the 1337 delicious cakes stolen. She journeys to Lumbridge, where she seeks to claim her fortune, or just annoy as many people as possible, whichever comes first. Let us begin. First off, brand spanking new account to celebrate the day! Oh, the new tutorial, of course! Yay, bronze armour! No, I dun wanna give it back! Whaaaa! Okay, well, I get to keep the axe, right? Hey, what's this? Lumbridge? Right out into the crule crule world already, well, at least you gave me not one, but TWO woodcutting levels. Tattered clothes, messy hair, bad tan, and... well, that's it. Levels 1...1...1.. lots more ones... 10 hp, 4 woodcutting. Total wealth... 0 ------- Objective one, Mining and Smithing Tutorial! Even though I picked the axe, and the roots, Roddy seems to think I like rocks or something. Or at least really hate tress in a violent manner. I start down the street... Oh my, public brawling! Perhaps there's need of some sort of policifying force in lumbridge... and maybe they are hiring... but I've already had a job interview set up for me, so no since wasting time. I met a rather snazzly dressed hobo in front of the castle, seems to claim his job was stolen by Roddy. I probably shouldn't talk to him. I do wonder if the owl is for sale though. Okay, first right, end of the street, building on the right... hmm... precariously suspended sharp object of splitting... this must be it.. had better stay out from under it though, sounds squeeky. Oh, nice man this Bob fellow, I tell him I want to buy a pick, but don't have any moneys. He gives me a bronze pick for free. Wonderful! I surely will never need another anyways, will I? Okay, just follow the path out south of the graveyard... spooky, yet peacefull. Must either be a remote spot to practice, or conveniently placed for mass accidents. I hope it's the former. I squint at the rocks, just like Roddy tells me to, and find some copper, conveniently dumped next to tin. Wow, if I remember my metallurgy then.. Aha! with the help of Roddy's slave [photo omitted, signed, and given to slave boy] boy at the bellows, I smelt the ores together into bronze, an alloy much easier to melt than either of the metals, and much harder than iron. I guess he wants me learning fast or something. I need a hammer if I'm to do anything though, and I still don't have any moneys, so I steel one out of the barrel while my buddy blocks me from site of the shopkeeper. I figure the town blacksmith would let me use the forge... but no, I have to walk all the way to the next town. What is the world coming to where a twiggy little girl like me can't bash chunks of metal into useful shivs willy nilly? I pass what smells and sounds like an open air slaughterhouse on the way. PETA, where are you? Some wizardy hobo tries to sell me magoty meat in an old hat wrapped in a newspaper... no thanks, I'm not that hungry. Some nicer farmland... ah, the walls of Varrok, certainly a beacon of light in this cruel, twisted world... or a burned out husk of a slum, as it seems to be. I find the abandoned blackmarket blacksmith shop Roddy directed me to. I smith an axe... Roddy yells at me for wasting my time, and I need to run all the way back to get some more bronze because I'm not following instructions. I cry and start to run home, before I remember I don't have one, so maybe best to just try again, maybe Roddy will let me sleep at his place. Roddy seems to have found out about the stealing thing to, and makes me get a new hammer. I sell the old one to the shop for five golds! Then I take the free sample. I think I got this economics thing down. I smiths a dagger like he asks this time, how thoughtful, now I can defend my- he tells me to sell it. I suppose that works to. Sword shop has lots of daggers already, and expensive swords, and expensivier bigger swords. I sell the defective dagger for six golds, and take the free sample bronze shortsword worth 26 golds. Roddy congratulates me on my economics. I run back to Lumbridge, because it is getting late. I go to the place I left Roddy, to ask him if I can stay with him. But there was this Explorer Jack guy there, he said it was his house, and told me maybe I should take notes in my diary... as if I hadn't already. Luckily in the local barracks there was some public sleeping arrangements... but it's cold, and there aren't any doors... and I don't feel safe, even with stabby. ----- After a long hard day of dragon slayin, smithin, and not eatin anythan, and a night of waving stabby at all the people trying to get me in my sleep, I'm kinda hungry. Time to go find me some foods. I heads off to the general store across the street, thinkin they maybe has potato chips or somethan. None, no food at all. Even after waving my fist in a menacing manner. What is the world coming to. I decide to ask Roddy where to get food. He tells me to smith more stuffs for him. Man, what a slave driver. But I am surely getting twice... no, make that thrice as good picking up these rocks now. An look, someone just up and left their ax here... I think I'll call it choppy. So I smelted some rocks, then headed back off to the anvil, allong the way getting accosted by a terrible demon. It didn't even have any pants! But luckily a guard dispaciated it in time. After smithins a couple more daggers, I smithed a couple maces to mix things up. But the shops seems to overspecialize on swordy things, even when threatened menacingly with the maces. Guess I'll keep those. Roddy, says fine, I can has some food... and it only tooked five minutes of crying. But he doesn't like choppy, so sends me back to the sword shop. Using my advanced economics skills, I sell Stabby and get Stabby Jr. as a complimentary gift for being such a dedicated customer. I travel to the chicken side of the open air slaughterhouse. I take the hatchet from the stump, and demeat a chicken. I take a bite... it not taste so good.. ugh.. Mr.G. tells me I missed a step, and I should head back to Lumbridge and cook it. I break into a house where the stove was left on, and cook the greasy bird over the range grill style, no pots or pans or anything. It's delicious... and I hide the bones under the stairs so as not to make a mess. I also sell Bob both my old, dirty hatchets, and get a fresh one from the sample bin. Oh, boy, I got to show Roddy all this neat stuff I have! Special quest episode, in which I find a bug. I show Roddy, my stuffs, all two hundreds and fifty three geepies worth of it. Sir Vant, disguised as a musician outside took my pick and axe ;_; Roddy tells me I should get a job, and get out of his house. I ask if he has a job for me, and he tells me he didn't mean in that order. I run crying down the road north out of the town. Lost, I knock at the door of a farmhouse. A scary, angry looking guy named Fred opens the doors yelling at me, I cry some more. I tell him I'm lost, and can't go back to Lumbridge without a job. He tells me I can sheer sheep. But that the last person was scared off by an eldrich horror of some sort mascarading as a sheep. This could be dangerous, but he's sure I can handle it. I tells him that I am an expert at sheering sheep and making balls of wool, in order to help myself get a job. I see a nearby-pre broken into barn. There are goblins about, so I figure they will be blamed as I snatch some shears. The goblin was being slayed on my way out, so I hope that the farmer will just assume the tool misplaced. I nakedify a sheep... this seems easy enough. Oh my, apparently I've killeded one. I guess the heads aren't supposed to come off with the wool then. I hide the body in the roots of a tree, near a goblin just to be safe from blame. Seems I've accidentally cut something important off one of the rams again.. I'll hide the body next to the trough this time. I don't seem to be very good at this sheering business... but I am getting more accurate with choppy, if that helps.... darn it, sheered a leg or three off of this one. maybe I'd better buy a spade with the money I make. I check my map for spinning wheels. Seems like the closest one is in a barbarian village. That seems rather dangerous, so the next closest one seems to be in Falador, capital of Asgarnia. That's quite the trek, no wonder Fred can't do this job himself. So I get to walkin.... it's like halfway across the world. I cross the boarder, jogging my way down the road. I stop at a musician to listen and raise my spirits, but he seems to be working with a pair of highwaymen that accost me as I listen, but I am able to outrun them, at least. Safely behind the walls of Falador, I find the public wheel, and spin spin spin. At least I am better at this than sheering. Nothing dies at the very least. I am accosted by another terrible demon with no pants, but I manage to chase it off this time by myself with the help of choppy. It poofs away in a bit of sulferus smoke when it realizes it is overmatched. I make the trek back to Fred.. I get stabbed along the way by the frustrated highway man, but it will heal... I think... blood everywhere through. Maybe the White Knights should patrol the area more. Demons and miscreants everywhere. Fred yells at me for taking so long... then yells at me for only having 16 balls of wool... hey, it's not my fault I can't count. But I cry anyways, and run off to swing wildly at more sheep in hopes of not killing them. Oh, god, I just seem to be getting better at killing them. What sort of dangerous psychopath sheep murderer am I becoming? I brry the bones under some flowers, and rush off across the countryside once again, and the next countryside to ball more wool. ... ... Yay, 60 coins! I should polish some buttons, or something to celebrate... where can I get me some buttons? Ah well, smithin money was better, and less dangerous, and I didn't nearly have to kill so many sheep to do it. I tell Fred that regrettably I will not be able to stay with his organization. He kicks me out on the road.