deathhead154

Meh, 10k steel bars for xp, then cash in for ores and 50ea...

Gonna have to say that I thought that Lumbridge was a HUGE metropolis and since the Lumbridge Guide said that you could mine at varrock, thought that Varrock was a tiny mining camp...

Alched a nat. Z0mg! :shock:

Id wish for permanent membership, then hold him hostage for more wishes :twisted:

Can you do backgrounds?

Being f2p, I don't think I'll have much of a voice in here, but oh well. Being a rune miner, I have the same problem as abyss rcers, people attacking while I gather ressources. I don't blame them, several tens of thousands are an attractive prize and a defenceless miner is an easy prey. But it does take skill to bring one down. Personally, I have NEVER been caught by a rune pker, being covered in dhide and having a high enough mage level making me bind-invincible. If they catch me, boo hoo, I lose. They get the ore and I curse myself for being ill-prepared.

I'd say Barbarianism. Or maybe Still Night. man those remid me when I though that Lumbridge was a huge city and Varrock was a tiny mining camp...

Very crafty. Hadn't seen that one as someone who is angry is "cross".

z0mg d00d pu/\/zor! But seriously, snare must be one of the most USELESS spells in p2p, name me on decent p2p mage that uses it. Bind only helps while in a large team and even then, you get about one shot

ACH! TIS NAE A SKIRT LADDY, TIS A KILT!

Runes from the spells and a scape is a large expanse of land. Thus a large expanse of land where runes are used. Or perhaps a subliminal message from Jagex, RunEscape?

Take 28 lvls from firemaking, and into smithing, thus getting me to 99. :P

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Full dhide: 10k 100 steel arrows: 5k A Varrock teleport: 500gps Seeing a noob get mauled by dark wizards: amusing

4/10. Man it's funny that I keep seeing you in this topic. Must be the gnomes... PS: Check the story forum to find me

3/10. Seen you once or twice...

5/10. PMG I SAW J00 ON DIS POST!

Part 2 up.

I'd go with 999M noted blue phats. I believe notes count as a single item (well logically, they do).

This story will be presented in installments. rate 1/10 pl0x. Positive comments speed up creative genius doncha know... Little Durmin worked furiously down in the shipÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s hold, stinking bilgewater washing over him. Armed with a small tool, the dwarf chipped away at the huge metal frame of his newest invention. The large iron machine swivelled and spun, round barrel pointing in every direction. The diminutive dwarf took out a small packet out of his picket, the rough cloth keeping it dry. Carefully pouring it in the small chamber of the contraption, he starpped on a curious armour, the helmet leaving a small glass-covered eyeslot for him to see. The dwarf, decked in such gear, slipped out a small stone and scratched it quickly on the dry part of his gear. A spark flew, landing on the dry tinder Durmin had produced. The dwarf then slowly covered the burning brand and approached it to the machine, quickly dropping it in the powder compartment. WHOOSH! A blaze of flame erupted from the mouth of the metal weapon, the backlash sending poor Durmin flying back. The armoured dwarf smashed into the wooden wall of the ship, slightly smoking. -It workedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ, he said, a trickle of blood rolling from his forehead, before he slipped into unconsciousness. Captain Duergal cut a fine figure in the sea breeze as he spied the distant light fourty sea leagues away. The tall human was decked in a rough seamanÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s outfit, blue tunic with doeskin breeches. He had donned a wide-brimmed hat set with a huge feather from the huge Terror Bird, a vicious killer animal. No one had bothered to ask him how he had obtained the feather; the jagged scars on his face said much. First mate Seaman Lorry approached the officer, bearing some news. -CapÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢n, underdecks sayinÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ that our cracked rudder wonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t hold out much longer. Our food supplies are getting low and our rumÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s all but gone! Duergal turned to the hairy sailor and simply replied: -Well, drink water! The first mate backed off, horified, as to imagine that a captain would utter such blasphemous words! The captain simply stuck the brass eyepiece of his spyglass back to his eye and stared out to their prey. Captain DuergalÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s ship, the Navy Rose, was a large, three-masted schooner. Outfiited with a catapult, ballista and a crack crew of archers, the vessel was a dangerous foe to pick on. The captain had been hired by the kingdom of Asgarnia to hunt down one of the more notorious pirates of the seas, the Bloodwake. Commanded by the fierce pirate Luthor, the ship had raided countless seaside villages, cutting and burning and leaving a trail of death behind them. Captain Duergal had a reputation of being merciless to his enemies. The slender rapier belted to his hip was more than just decoration. Given to him by his father, who had gotten it from his father, the golden basket-hilted weapon spanned more than four generations. The stern-faced man turned to the racket coming from the hold. That damned dwarf mustÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve killed himself, he thought. The Asgarnian king had demanded that the diminutive engineer would tag along, sure that his new invention, though half-completed, would come in handy. For now, all it had done was blow a hole in the side and two in the mainsail. The captain turned to see a man with a hawkish face stride up to him, his slender frame masked by flowing robes. Mizgog was a strange man. No one knew what had prompted him to leave his comfortable position at the WizardÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Tower to join a bunch of smelly sailors. But what was sure was that anyone that crossed the Navy RoseÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s path was blown away by streams of fire before the arrows peppered it. Wizard Mizgog, nose to nose with Duergal, was fuming. -That, that, DWARF! He blew a hole in my offices! My own offices! The rain probably going to ruin all the maps too! Duergal patted him on the back, smiling. -Calm down wizard. WeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll get Durmin to fix whatever he broke. If you hadnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t noticed, the small oneÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s good with his hands. While climbing down the hold stairs, the captain felt a snowflake fall onto his cheek. He looked up at the skies worried. Winter was coming, and the ocean is never easy in winterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ Old Johnson was a simpe man, with a simple life. Till the soil, seed the soil, reap the wheatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ His entire family also did such work. The small seaside community of Hembleton supplied much of the Faladorian wheat, and had never seen a bigger problem than a quick frost or a slow thaw. So they were unprepared when the sail appeared at the horizon. -Johnson, Johnson! ThereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a boat a cominÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢!, said the rushing housewife. The old man leaned on his plow and furrowed his brow at the stark white sail approaching. The ship docked near midday, seemingly empty. They sent a young man by the name of Enrick scale the robe they had thrown aboard. They waited a bit, awaiting the report of the young farmer. Hearing a sudden creak, they turned their heads to the keel, to see a bundle land with a hefty thud on the sand. Old Johnson rushed to the bundle, backing off suddenly as the sunlight shone on the object. EnrickÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s face was lathered in blood, still oozing from a huge slash at the enck. Suddenly, a horde of pirates rose from their hiding place aboard the vessel and unleashed a punishing volley of arrows, cutting into the ranks of the poor peasants. Crawling with armed warriors jumping off the side, the ship appeared as a huge anthill bursting with insects. The peasants had no chance against the trained pirates. A small resistance force of four youngsters armed with pitchforks took down a pirate, but was quickly destroyed by another wave of killers. A sharp pain made old Johnson double over and fall to the ground. The last thing the old man saw before darkness claimed him was his fourteen-year old son falling to the ground, holding a bloody stump with his remaining arm, and a smiling pirate above him, bloody sabre raisedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ Seaman Lorry knocked timidly against the captainÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s door, slipping inside and bowing quickly. -CapÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢n, our foodÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s all but gone. The rumÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s gone and all weÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve got left is this stinking water! A man canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t live on that stuff! Captain Duergal was seated at a fabulous mahogany desk, among piles of parchments and old maps and tracing a small line on one of them. -DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t worry old buffer. WeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re barely a day away from the Asgarnian coast. WeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll resupply there. Lorry rushed out to tell the crew the good news and sat his elbows down on the taffrail among his shipmates awaited the friendly sight of a faraway brown band. The sun was low in the horizon when out of the crowÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s nest rang out the long-awaited call: -Land [garden tool]! Set sail portside for Asgarnia! Duergal rushed out of his cabin, setting his hat straight and heading towards the wheel, pushing away the helmsman and spinning the wheel forcefully, seeing the wake shift from straight to curved. Satisfied at seeing the faraway plume of smoke that usually indicated a campsite, the captain of the Navy Rose gave the order to drop anchor and the shipÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s nose smashed into the sand, burying deep into the soft beachhead. As soon as the captain jumped on terra firma, he knew that something was wrong. Silence reigned in the small village, broken at times by the shrill cry of a crow. No laughter of children, nor of the warning tones of their mothers. None of the hefty baritone voices of the farmers singing at work. Only silence. Duergal flashed out his rapier and slowly advanced on the village, backed by a dozen of his crewmen an Mizgog throwing a silent fit about his wet robes. The small troop scaled the small sand dune, to reveal a horror that did not compare to their worst nightmares. The peaceful community of Hemmington was utterly destroyed. The thatched roofs of the homely buildings were aflame and bodies littered the streets. Crudely fletched arrows protruding from the still flesh, the corpses were strewn across the village, some very near to the very same beach the Navy Rose had docked in. Duergal walked among his quiet sailors, flipping over a corpse time to time to examine the wounds. -CapÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢n, I thinks we found somethinÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢! Duergal rushed to the small crowd of men, pushing through to reveal another corpse, this one much different than the others. Decked in rags and smelling strongly of sweat and brine, the dead pirate seemed to be the only one of its kind. Multiple small holes punctured the skin, scabed blood ringing each one of them. Duergal bade Seaman Lorry to turn the body over, for it to lie on its belly. The captainÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s blde zipped out, tearing the pirateÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s shirt wide open to reveal the bare back. A mark was etched by fire on the skin, curled flesh depicting a crude drawing of a skull. The captain turned back, bidding his men to join him. -We canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t stay here. LuthorÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s men did this, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m sure of it now. The White Knights should arrive by the evening to pick up the flour. TheyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll see to it that the farmers are buried. Now hurry up! Every second we stand here, the Bloodwake gets farther away! The sailorsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ seaboots sunk deep in the sand as they ran back to the ship, after having raided the flour stockhouse. It wouldÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve rotted away in any case. Swiftly climbing the thick ropes tying the ship to the beach, the sailors waited for the last man to unleash the cables and climb aboard. Duergal rushed to the wheel and spun it forcefully to face west. The cracked rudder will just have to hold. ThereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s timber in the hold, we could fix it on the way, he thought. The Bloodwake would not outrun them this timeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ Duergal woke up the next morning, to find a gust of cold wind permeating his chambers. Teeth chattering, he oulled the rough bear fur covers off of his body and jumped to fetch woolen undergarments. Over this, he poulled on fine breeches and a baldric with silver buttons. Pushing open the door, he set one foot on the deck, before slipping into an undignified heap. -Morning cap'n, first mate Jenkins said, a cold smile on his face. Pretty nippy this morning, we got the deckhands to clearin' the ice quick now. Duergal flashed him an appreciative nod.

Admit it, my beard turns you on...

Ankous. IMO, they are the BEST law droppers in. Hide in the safespot, mage or range. They drop in packs of 2 and about once every 4 kills.

Im guessing Smoke Dungeon.

That many views and no more reviews? For shame...

He didn't. His spirit did.