It was added on 29 January 2007.
My goodness, Wintumber was a busy time, but now I'm free to lay back, kick my, err, chin up, and wait for the balmy summer. Well, I would, but I have a job to do, and RuneScape's postal service is second to none! This month, I've been delivering letters to some very odd individuals, as well as your favourite shapeless object of unknown origin: the Chaos Elemental.
Cybi3 The Guardians of Armadyl
POHThe Temple of Ikov (underground)
RimmingtonNorth of East-Ardougne
Kingdom of AsgarniaKingdom of Kandarin
GielinorGielinor
Dear Guardians, It has been a while since we last met. I'm not even quite sure if you even remember who I am. I'm that adventurer who helped you protect the Staff of Armadyl. That Lucien was really a bad man, trying to convince me to steal the Staff, but I've grown older and (I hope) wiser since then.
Well, I was wondering how you are all doing. And have you heard anything of Armadyl, by the way? I do not know much of him. According to 'the letters to the Gods' he was some sort of a friend of Saradomin. And there are so many rumors spun about him, that I don't know which ones I should believe. Some say he has left Gielinor, but how? When? Why?
While others say he is still here, in Gielinor, but where did he go? I've seen him nowhere in what we call 'RuneScape'.
They also say that he was a god, although not many have heard about him though. Some say he is the god of all good things, while some say he isn't. Can you give clearance about this?
And about that Staff, is it true it is the same Staff that killed Zaros? Now I think about it, who exactly was Zaros? He seems like a really bad god, as even Zamorak is scared of him!
Enough asking about Armadyl. What are you guys doing now? Do you still protect the Staff? Maybe a stupid question, obviously you do. But apart from that? Well, it seems like you don't come out very often. Maybe you could visit me once in my house, but I must warn you - it isn't that big yet! I hope you write back soon.
Oh, I must warn you: I've seen Lucien again in Ardougne. I wonder how he survived, I thought I had killed him! Mysterious men, those so-called 'Mahjarrat'!
Yours sincerely,
Dear Cybi3,
It is kind that you remember us, Cybi3. In this blood-caked age of greed and idolatry, where the covetous skulk in the shadows, your letter comes as a blast of fresh air. Forced, as we are, to breathe the sulphur and rotten demon-breath of our chosen hiding-place, we rarely get any fresh air at all, so we thank you for it.
Ah, the reply. Firstly, you ask if we have had contact with the great Armadyl. Alas, we have not. We do not desire to have our faith reaffirmed by reappearances; we leave these to the lesser gods and their heathen followers. Armadyl, in his stead, leaves us with tokens of his greatness. We protect them like the great aviantese did before us: with our lives. Demons, adventurers and...I am reluctant to form the syllables...the 'Mahjarrat', can break our bones, but they will not break our faith.
As for Armadyl on RuneScape, well, we have differences of opinion. Amongst us we have Corporealists, who believe that he is still with us; that the morning dew are tears formed for his beloved aviantese, and the sun burns with his rage at their death. The Incorporealists believe he left RuneScape at the end of the God Wars, observing life and awaiting to see which path it chooses. His Staff does remain, however. With luck, and the courage of my brethren, this Staff will never fall into the sweaty palms of evil again.
At the present we continue to guard the Staff, as you say. We also train our children to become Guardians (custom states that they begin by looking after the Steak Knives of Armadyl), which takes up much of our time. Also, we have brethren abroad, looking for future hiding-places for the Staff. Lucien watches, as do his minions. We cannot let them within a whisper of such a weapon.
Yours,
Armacus, Guardian of Armadyl
I find you in Port Phasmatys every time I go there. All you do is make me get you a piece of cloth. I mean do you even do aything like fight demons or something? Also, you really should give a reward for me helping you.
I have read stories that you were the leader of a great band of theives; are you ever going to do that in RuneScape? I really want to see what you will do in runescape. I think you are hiding something from the players. I don't know what it is, but I would like to find out some day in the future. So please reply.
Water55555Dear Peasant,
While I cannot expect you to understand the magnitude of my fame and my greatness, I shall try anyway. In previous years I led a band of 'Merry Men', who were not drunkards and criminals, regardless of what you might have read. My fame is too great for my enemies to paint me as a villain, but they have been able to make me look less virtuous.
As leader of my Merry Men, I was often called upon to defeat some evil or another, and I have on many occasions slain terribly powerful demons. These demons were, of course, mighty enough to tear you to pieces without even risking breaking a nail or getting indigestion, but they fell to my arrows in much the same way that common rats probably die under your axe. I once had a painter in my Merry Men, Nigel, and he was good enough to paint a portrait of me heroically defeating a horde of demons, a reproduction of which I include here:
I rather like how majestic I am, and how obvious it is that I am the most handsome, debonair and charming hero of all time.
Yours &c.,
Sir Robin Hood, the Greatest Archer of All Time.
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AmasafetExpensive Fasameat,
Wait in the Shadow Realm: you are not of the blood nor sin. Up north the wind blows cold to Lumbridge and Ardougne, works like clockwork. Surok's gone to Chaos - lo, ladling Kirk: rumble in the library! Buy your tickets now. Way down deep where the frosts are clearing, way down deep where the dead are still fighting.
Meanwhile, back in the caves, a blotched lord's inns eat exotic food and all that jazz. In the basement of the tower of life you'll find the homunculus; he's crossing a lobster with a jubbly! A spider with a sardine! A newt with a rooster! It's all underground, where there's a hole in my pocket. Pockets? The Chaos Elemental has no need for pockets!
Teal Chameleons
I love your parrot! I have 61 Agility and have been literally dying to ask you a question. Why do you put spikes in your arena? I mean, it doesn't seem like you'll keep many customers with something that dangerous. Maybe you could put some sawdust down instead, the sawmill guy has lots of it and it's a lot softer than pointy metal.
Respectfully yours,
Ho there, me hearty Scratchlax,
Ol' Cracked Jenny's Tea Cup, me trusty parrot, he be glad to hear that ye be likin' him. [Parrot: Jack o' Cups!] The arena under me shack? Ye be rememberin' that I didn't build it, I just found it while diggin' fer treasure one day. The spikes ain't my idea, though I be rather likin' the way they do look. All glistenin', like treasure, an' pointy, like a mighty cutlass. Always fancied a hook meself, many interestin' things ye can be doin' with a hook like that.
Sawdust...just be makin' me think o' the grog-house floor fer soakin' up the spillages. All I be needin' to soak up is adventurer blood an' that be dryin' fairly quickly in the lava. Addin' sawdust would just make it a fire 'azard and I'd 'ave the 'Dungeon Safety Inspectors' on me like a tonne o' good shot.
The additional fiery death might be somethin' to add excitement to me shindigs that I be holding down there in the off hours.
May the wind be in ye sails an' ye mizzenmast strong,
Cap'n Izzy
It is my concern that the Lord Zamorak is not recieving his rent for allowing you your continued existance in the undead. So far, all the tax collectors that have come to your house and seen you have found you hungry, when they have given you a stake with garlic sauce they have found that you got heart burn and decided to leave.
I have since researched, and honoured vampyres such as your self do not get heart burn. Now, about your service to Lord Zamorak, there is a pitiful village north of you with barbarian savages who are a thorn in Zamorak's side; there is also your former estate of the village of Draynor that has passed out of your control. I should also remind you that the tenants on your property have not paid their rent in at least 500 years. Please look into that imediately.
Yours sincerely,
Belalan8,
YOU voke me for ZIS? Sending a messenger who haz no veins, blood or even an ear to nibble on iz bad enough, but ZIS? I am velling up viz rage!
...Oooh, my beating heart...vot did my therapist say? Count when you're angry, Count. Okay, okay. Von, two, three, four...
Phew! Ze issue at hand. Well, Belalan8, it seems ve have a problem. It iz called 'vespect'. Have you heard of it, you vicked boy? Ze youth of today, honestly. Vandering into my abode, killing Betsy under ze stairs and poisoning my piranhas - I should tell your mother!
Vell, I suppose I should be veplying to you, young vippersnapper. Ze answer to both your questions iz simple. This iz my holiday home. I am only vesting here for ze moment, before I veturn. It doesn't feel much like a holiday, I can tell you – every veek I am voken by ze stink of garlic and another unvelcome adventurer. It iz bad for ze heart.
Anyvays, I must leave you now, vatbag. I have two scientists taking up vesidence and they vill not stop zer incessant hammering! Ow, I must calm! Von, two, three, four...
Yours vickedly,
Count Draynor.
I sit here in the midst of conflict in the Khazard Battlefield as I write this letter. The battlefield is covered with corpses of both sides of the conflict (particularly the gnomes), as both sides try to get a foothold for the big push inward. The gnomes seem to be losing the bridges at the moment as Khazard's troops hack them apart. Yet for every gnome that dies, two of his comrades take his place. Is this some suicidal gnome tactic, use as many lives as possible to neutralise the enemy? If so, it seems to be working; Khazard's soldiers are getting sloppy. They get caught up on bridges, spear walls and barricades whenever the gnomes shoot arrows from the other side. Of course, this sloppiness costs them their lives.
Anyway, do not let me stray too far from why I'm sending you this letter. I was wondering two things; the gnomes seem to be undergoing a few too many casualties and then I noticed that your Armoured Division is staying at the rear of the battle. Why not charge across the bridge and snap apart Khazard's soldiers before they can kill your fellow gnomes in the future? I'd love to see the Armoured Division's might against Khazard's henchmen.
Another question I have is revolving around your armour. What exactly is it? I have a few tortoise shells myself and right now I can't see a use to them. If you wouldn't mind clarifying that for me, that'd be great.
Well, I guess I'd better get back to delivering you your Blurberry Special. Hope you enjoy it, I might have added too much Vodka however...
Cloudcat2 (A wannabe SGG)Cloudcat2,
My gnome troops have decimated every major target on the battlefield; Khazard's troopers don't know what hit them - we do: it was our mighty catapults and ballistas! Our mounted terrorbirds have pecked our enemies blind so well, we've not yet required the use of the new Armoured Tortoise Regiment - I might set Dobbie on them soon, though, as he's getting a bit restless! Recent events, especially those of a passing adventurer, have seen our village defences restored to full strength, meaning we can soon launch an all out attack and run General Khazard's army out for good.
Until we are ready to launch our attack, we shall continue to employ our ‘Lunge, Block, Chop, Block, Slash, Block, Chop, Block’ strategy, which seems to be keeping the enemy at bay. And yes, indeed, my own armour is made of tortoise shell, which I am informed is the hardest natural substance known to gnome. It's so strong it will support any number of fiendish weapons, gnome archers and mages and devices of extreme pain, death and punishment – nothing shall stop the overpowering might of my battle tortoises. Nothing!
Gnome losses have been minimal. Those casualties you do see on the battlefield are more likely to be Khazard's spies disguised as gnomes, sent to infiltrate our village - a trick achieved by them dressing in green and walking on their knees, but one that I can spot a mile off.
There is nothing to fear. Our lands are safe.
Yours gnomically,
Lieutenant Schepbur, SGG
Before you start cursing and throw this at one of those wolves, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT. The gnomes put me under some crazy mind control and forced me to do it. Honest! Either way, that's not what I'm writing to you about.
On the battlefield, I've noticed the gnome heavy artilliery ripping through your soldiers. Terrorbirds plucking through your lines, catapults and ballistas wrecking your blockades, and of course, those darn gnome tortoises who love throwing the occasional Fire Wave at you. Well, I was wondering, when are you going to fight back? Hell, just the other day I was walking past and I saw a measly level 3 stick an arrow into a soldier's face; it was a good shot, don't get me wrong, but I thought you guys were good...
I mean, a few mages and rangers? A catapult like the ones in Castle Wars? Armoured warriors? If you really need help, I'll lend my dragon scimitar...
Griffin 3542.
Griffin 3542,
My troopers have obliterated every major target on the battlefield. The gnomes like to suggest that their terrorbirds are a genuine threat to my impregnable forces… the truth is that the slow, bumbling delicate vertebrates have been brought to the very brink of extinction! And we need not worry about any ‘Armoured Tortoise’ regiment. Those giants move so slowly, we shall be long gone by the time they arrive. Recent events have revealed to me that it is only a matter of time before I run the gnomes into the ground and away from my lands for good.
I have also received reports that a division of my army has occupied a large portion of ground to the south, almost securing the main bridge. In strategic terms, we are employing a ‘Block, Chop, Block, Slash, Block, Chop, Block, Lunge,’ tactic.
We have suffered minimal losses, and the casualties of war that you see littering the plains of the battlefield will almost certainly be gnomes, or (as recent reports have suggested) two gnomes standing one atop the other, under a cloak, disguised as one of my cruel warriors. Do not worry, though: these impostors are always caught. To say that their disguises are awful would be an enormous understatement.
There is nothing to fear. Victory is assured.
Yours patriotically,
General Khazard
P.s. Any references to the mission ‘search and destroy’ will now be replaced by the phrase, operation ‘sweep and clear’!
Wise Old Jokes[]
Draynor's most famous aged person has been collecting jokes for years - some he made up himself, others he found in some old Wintumber party trinkets. These are just a few of his favourite jokes. Please laugh, he thinks they're really, really funny.
Why do Menaphites dip biscuits in their tea?
To sophan'em.
What does Zamorak wear when it rains?
A Zanorak.
Why did the Evil Chicken cross the road?
To KILL you, FILTHY BEAKLESS SCUM!
Which resident of Pollnivneach keeps getting away with crimes?
Ali Bi
Why doesn't Aubury ever go to the Blue Moon pub?
Because there isn't any rune at the inn.
Where do ogres go to vent their frustration?
The Rantz forum.
Why did the Chaos Elemental cross the road?
Crying space chinchompas. 37. Flump.
Guthix decides that he wants entertaining one morning, having spent years asleep. Being all-powerful, he teleports a melee warrior, a wizard and a ranger into a music room on his dimensional plane. From the next room he booms: "I want you to choose an instrument, come in to see me and then play me the best tune you know. If you please me then I will let you live. First, I will hear the warrior play".
Afraid, the melee warrior looks down at the table and chooses one of three instruments: a harp. The other two wait for him in the music room until, five minutes later, he comes back. "Phew", he said, "I played some slap-harp with a tinge of jazz, and he really liked it".
"Now I will hear you, wizard, with your chosen instrument".
The wizard looks down, picks up some bongos and goes next door. Five minutes later, she too comes back, relief on her face. "I played a slowed-down version of the RuneScape theme with a few pyrotechnics. He couldn't get enough of it."
"Ranger. I will hear you now".
The ranger panics, grabs the remaining instrument and runs into the room. Three minutes later, a massive explosion shakes the door and smoke pours into the room. A pathetic scream rings out. A few seconds later Guthix himself wanders into the room.
"Sorry, guys, I had to kill him. He was really bad and blamed it all on the triangle."