Toxicologist

There never will be a new combat skill, as it will upset the Combat Level System and could potentially ruin some character builds.

You not only got the idea, but so far you have completely ripped the storyline...

Why thank you.

IQ tests are not an indication of maturity. EQ tests would be more logical. But the whole idea of such a thing is preposterous anyway.

Removing trading, however, removes a large chunk out of Runescape. MMORPG: Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. Games like these are supposed to promote teamwork, to promote player interaction: it is meant to be a community game. Removing trading, one of the most important player to player interactions, sort of defeats that purpose. The only thing worse is to disable all chat.

Your idea of identification code has merit, except it would probably vastly slow down the speed of essence mining. But I think it is a good price to pay, if it means Pure Essence will be no more.

Rares Merchants will cry. Especially if they just brought one. Drop Trading might shoot up, but maybe not. Not without a secure trading channel.

Kids say they are over thirteen just to play this game. What makes you think an age-orientated world system would work? Besides, if you are irritated by immature idiots, then maybe your maturity isn't as high as you think it is. I also forsee another problem... some thirteen year old might decide to create an account, say his age is 30, then go to a 30 - 40 YO world and shout, "OMG NO-LIFE ADULTS PLAYING RUNESCAPE LOL!" And if the world-age system is not strictly enforced, ie. like themed worlds, then it would be even more pointless.

For people who say this is a waste of time, it isn't. This isn't a thread about "OMG Don't PK it's evil, people just want your stuff LOL!" It is about keeping your ego under control and not get yourself into pointless fights. Keeping your ego under control and stopping yourself from making rash and foolish decisions is a useful skill to learn, even in a game. Of course, if you already have high EQ, this would be a waste of time. Then again, if you already know how to solo the King Black Dragon, then a KBD soloing guide that is a waste of time too, but I don't see people complaining about those guides.

Yeah. I can't do long stories, I get bored very quickly. Might write more if I ever take the fancy, it looks like it could be made into some sort of a prologue if I tweak it.

It was a cold and stormy night. The village of Greystone was under complete darkness, for the light of the moon was choked by the dark, swirling clouds, and the stars were hidden. The windows of every house were shuttered, so the warm light of merry fireplaces did not escape into the howling storm. Inside the houses, families gathered around crackling fireplaces, warming themselves, glad that they were safe inside the walls of their homes. The village inn, which stood near the gates of the palisade that protected the town, was likewise barred against the storm. It was accommodated by a few weary travelers and adventurers, sitting around chipped wooden tables, drinking ale and sharing stories, being generally thankful to have found a refuge against the chaos outside. They were quite a rough lot: strongly built men and travel hardened women, their clothes and travelling cloaks patched and threadbare. Most of them carried weapons of various descriptions. The plump innkeeper waddled amongst them, bearing tankers of fresh ale and distributing them among the guests. At a small table at the corner of the room, there was one man who did not seem to fit in with the rowdy group. He was of medium height; of a slight build that, when compared with other male occupants of the inn, seemed thin and frail. He wore a long, black robe that was obviously of high quality: it was sleek and smooth, with graceful patterns of gold around the sleeves, waist, and hem. A hood he wore, which partially covered his face, although one could just make out a pair of emerald green eyes staring from the depths. A gold amulet hung around his neck and a gold ring on his finger, both set with large, finely crafted emeralds, which were attracting quite a few greedy looks from the other travelers in the inn. The man, however, paid no attention, and sipped his ale quietly. Then, with a sigh, he stood up, and his features were revealed by the merry light of the crackling fire. He had short, dark brown hair, smooth and carefully combed, as opposed to the long, shaggy mane that seemed to be the fashion amongst travelers. His face was clean shaven, almost boyish. His eyes, however, were hard and cold, and betrayed many long years of knowledge and experience, and something in the way his jaw was set told that he was no novice when it came to combat. In a few swift movements, the man collected his black travelling cloak, hoisted his bag to his shoulders, and picked up a long, black staff that was leaning against the table. The staff had a cold, metallic look to it, and its tip was fashioned in the shape of a serpentÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head, jaws open wide, as though ready to strike. With a purposeful air, the man walked to the door and opened it. Immediately, a blast of wind and rain swept into the room, and all conversations ceased as everyone turned to stare at the man. Who in their right mind would go out in this kind of weather? Yet before they could contemplate the issue further, the man was outside, and the door swung shut behind him with a clunk. The storm raged and thundered, as wind and rain came pelting towards the man, battering hard against his cloak, robe and bare skin, eager to destroy the creature which so foolishly came into its power. He heeded not the storm, however, and proceeded to walk out of the village gates, his cloak fluttered violently behind him. The village was nestled between two mountain ranges, in a long, narrow valley. The slopes of the mountains were steep, yet not impassible; and were covered by lush, evergreen forests: tall trees of pine that rose into the air like mystic spires. After a few hundred meters out of the gates, the man left the road and traveled up the slopes, into the dark, imposing forests. He climbed in silence, occasionally stopping to free his billowing cloak when it gets caught in branches and brambles, or to readjust his travelling bag on his shoulder. The storm continued to rage, though the dense canopy of the forest managed to dampen it. After maybe three hours of climbing, the man stopped and sighed with relief: he had arrived at the mouth of a gaping cave, hewn into the mountainside like a stab wound. With an obvious increase in enthusiasm, he strode into the shelter of the cave. A few bats squeaked and protested, alarmed by the appearance of an intruder. The man took no heed of them, as he removed his bag and cloak, threw back his hood and sat down against the cave wall, exhausted. With numb fingers, he rummaged in his travelling bag and withdrew a small vial filled with red liquid, and drained it in one draught. Vigour and strength seemed to return to him, and he stood up again, with no sign of his previous exhaustion or fatigue. He took his staff and chanted an incantation: the eyes of the serpentÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head immediately gave off a pale green light, illuminating the tunnel and causing renewed alarm among the bats that hung above. With a casual glance at his bag and cloak, which remained on the cave floor, he turned and proceeded without ado into the depths of the cave, his boots and staff tapping loudly against the cold, stone ground. The cave seemed almost endless: as the man proceeded deeper into the heart of the mountain, the passage became increasingly grand and treacherous. The roof was clustered with needle-sharp stalactites, dripping water and quivering ominously at the tapping of his boots and staff. Tall columns of stalagmites rose out from the cave floor, as though challenging the stalactites above. Here and there were huge, round pools of clear, blue water, and in them swam schools of pale, blind fish and strangely shaped crustaceans. Crystals of wonderful shapes and hues glittered upon the cavern walls, and it was like gazing at the starry hosts on a clear, cloudless night. It was both beautiful and imposing, yet the man paid no heed to the wonders around him, and simply proceeded purposefully down the tunnels. Occasionally, when he was met with branching paths, he would stop and consider each of them in turn, then proceed with a sure pace down one of the branches. After what seemed like a long time, the man came to a dead end, stopped and gave an appreciative chuckle. The pale light of the serpent staff fell upon a large, ancient-looking door, which seemed to be wrought of some strange, blue metal. It was elaborately carved with many mystic signs and runes, and in the middle was the symbol of a triangular eye, with a large, glowing sapphire set in the pupil. There was no handle, no keyhole, or any sign as to how the door worked, if it indeed worked; but the man did not seem deterred: on the contrary, he seemed to know exactly what to do. A pale smile was now playing upon his face, yet it was an oddly chilling expression. The smile did not reach up to his eyes, which were now ice cold and flickering with malice. He raised his serpent staff and chanted in a strange tongue. A blast of emerald green light flashed suddenly from the eyes of the serpent staff, flooding the tunnel; yet it disappeared almost as fast as it was emanated. The blast of light seemed to cause no visible damage to the door, but the smile upon the manÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s face was now apparent, and the malice in his eyes was almost scorching. Then, slowly, almost deliberately, the light of the sapphire failed, and with a sudden crack it broke. The man made to push the door open, but suddenly the runic shapes on the door blazed electric blue and the symbol of the eye seemed to jump out of the door. He reacted almost immediately: in one swift, fluid movement, he tapped the eye with his staff, raised his other hand at the door and uttered a word of command. There was a second flash of green light, and the door shattered into a million fragments, its powers and protective enchantments broken. With an awful sense of finality, the man strode through the door. The room beyond the door was surprisingly exquisite and elegant; especially considering it was in the depths of a natural, limestone cave. The walls and ceilings were made of grey, stone blocks, and the floor was covered with fluffy blue carpets decorated with elaborate silver patterns. Numerous mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, all filled with ancient tomes and tattered books. In the middle of the room was a round, stone table, where a single wax candle stood, as well as a few empty vials and opened books. Behind the table in an elegant teak chair sat a man, apparently frozen with shock. He wore pale, sky blue robes, as well as a rather silly, wide brimmed blue hat that ended in a sharp point. His hair was shoulder length and was a dirty blond colour, as was his short and carefully trimmed beard. His eyes were the palest grey, to the point that they seemed almost white. He was quite tall: even when seated, he was no shorter than the black robed man, and was built far more powerfully. There was, however, something about the other manÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s demeanor that made him far more intimidating and imposing, and there was murder in his eyes. The two stared at each other for several moments. Then, with a sudden movement, the blue-robed man stood up, and although there was no sign of one in the room previously, he was holding a white staff, the tip carved into two graceful avian wings supporting a single, spherical sapphire. The black-robed man did not move or speak, but merely continued to stare at the other. Finally, the blue-robed man spoke. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅYou!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Oh Lord, no. I hated that stupid hat. Emote was nice though.

While there are noob mods out there, I've only ever met one. Every other mod I have met are mature and intelligent, and do not abuse their position at all.

Where do you live? I want the full address down to the last precise detail.

They will never, ever, and I mean never ever, be able to please the community of whiners.

If it did come out i agree with him thats a great idea then people wouldn't summon like crazy. Also make it that the summoned monster doesn't drop anything. Also that u need remains on the creature to summon it. My dear Sovereign Lord. Of course summoned monsters cannot drop anything. Seriously, people would just stand there summoning monsters with great drops every day...

Or gone to the bath room O_o well you don't know, maybe he goes when you log off. runscapecharacter: "thank god! ive been holding it in for hours!" :shock: I feel bad for a character that gets no-lifed all the time, can you imagine holding it for 16 hours? That isn't exactly hard. If the person who is playing and keep playing for sixteen hours without going, then so can the RS character I think.

If anything in Runescape is corrupting kids, its the players. I mean, look at the kind of language and behaviour exhibited by some Runescapers.

F2P Ranged Update. I will forever remember the day when F2P mages fell from grace.

People have narrow minds. Just ignore those whose minds are too narrow.

Which goes a long way to show you how very, very nice and merciful and mature some members are. Oh yes, they are so much superior than F2P noobs, who are all too cheap to cough up five bucks a month for something that is purely for entertainment. I am not saying that what whiners do is good, I'm saying that we should stop discriminating people just by this stupid and unreliable standard of paying and not paying. Insulting all F2Pers indiscriminately is almost along the same lines as Racism.

The Party Room has only helped to encourage F2P beggars in my opinion. Have you ever attended a F2P drop party and got like a dozen noobs yelling "Rune p10x"? But I still like it.

Yes, I would. I really enjoy new graphics, and having beautiful scenery and stuff really appeals to me. I do, of course, value gameplay even more, or I wouldn't be here.

A golden rule of Psychology is: honest people see honesty in others. That may explain all this negativity of the community against the community, if you get my meaning.

I found a dead grammar on the street. Is it yours? Sorry, I had to say that no matter what.