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Strictz

Strictz

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• Mageguy445 - Thank you Mageguy! :) Hope Mining is going great for you!
• Tim Skye - Mwuaha, you know me. ;) That was a brief no life session, time for another one tomorrow!
• Dr Yttrium - Hey! :D Thank you for supporting me on this and my previous goal! Also, it's nice to know you read my entire thread!
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Got a few Thieving levels, managed to get up to level 82 and will continue to level! I had a brief break to get 65 Agility so I can get double loot; it could work out I get about 150k-200k cash per hour.
I died and lost my inferno adze doing Agility, so I completed Eadgar's Ruse so that I could do the beacons quicker and therefore got my adze back again!
Made a few mil' merchanting, will continue to do so until free trade prevents me from using the Grand Exchange so well.
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26-Jan-2011 02:25:18

Minner

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Strictz
:) Enjoy your thieving goal, I have been missing thieving recently. I don't know if you will feel the same, but I grew pretty attached to the skill while achieving 99 myself. Very enjoyable to me and the experience is unreal. Can't say it is one of the most difficult 99's to achieve (not to take anything away from your goal), which I'm sure you already know but something to be proud of none the less.
Wait for 91 :) Pyramid plunder at 91 brought me many great memories. I met some amazing players while there and the time just flew by.
Best of luck, I know you can do this. :)

26-Jan-2011 02:29:24 - Last edited on 26-Jan-2011 02:32:20 by Minner

Revelling

Revelling

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Good luck with 99 thieving!
Great layout. I enjoyed reading your thread and I like the idea of having a separate chapter for each stat. I also found it very interesting how we have the exact same 99s, except I'm going for your latest 99 stat and you're going for mine. :P
Keep it up!

26-Jan-2011 17:37:03

Strictz

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• Abs of Steel - Thank you so much for the support. I'm already enjoying Thieving quite a bit actually; congratulations yourself on 99 Thieving and good luck with all of your future goals. Can't wait for level 91! :D
• Desertfusion - Thank you for dropping by and posting your support. Hehe yeah I got the idea from one of my oldest friends (who has now quit :( ). Haha that's really awesome how our achievements are similar; what order did you get yours in?
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I'm now at 86 Thieving, 5 more levels and I can move on to pyramid plunder! Thieving isn't that bad; it's really quick and does in fact earn a bit of money. I've made 1,000,000gp+ pure profit from pickpocketing and by the end of my goal I should have earnt about 5,000,000gp (average 2 sceptre's between 91 and 99).
I sorted out all my bank yesterday, I've got rid of a lot of stuff and now only use 223 of my possible 438 bank spaces. I now have a big cash pile instead of a lot of items. As you can see from my avatar, I had a santa hat; I accidently bought for minimum while looking at prices. If you look at the graph they're crashing hard; luckily I resold it for minimum overnight in the Grand Exchange about an hour later they dropped 2m. :p
I'll try and achieve 91 Thieving by the end of this week, and I will attempt to get 99 Thieving next week. Can't wait! :D
Take care all.
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28-Jan-2011 00:01:44

Amoraten

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Strictz’s “Bump!* story: Chapter Two: In the Haunted Woods Strictz meets a nice old lady…

Strictz was late. He hurriedly collected his satchel. He felt his heart beating. He should not have lingered. In one swift action, he placed his satchel on his shoulder. He was collecting berries in the Haunted Woods at a time when he knew, as night descended, it became an altogether more dangerous place.
The pounding in his heart took over his body. His vision was blurred. His body was shaking- realisation dawned on him as the sun was setting.
The day’s dying embers coalesced beyond the horizon, streaking through the trees.
The quietness of the forest seemed more threatening as the gloom descended.
Strictz had misjudged how long it would take him to reach the path back to Canifis.
His stride led him to the makeshift path. Stumbling at first, as he regained his composure, adrenalin and fear coursed through his veins. A mechanical hurriedness set in, as the calming effect of treading familiar paths eased his anxiousness.
“Why did I stay so long? I should have left, but still time enough.” Strictz smiled to himself.
He knew he would reach the gate, as many times before. The tales of the terrors of the night echoed in his thoughts.
He had heard the recent tales. He knew of the disappearances from his village. He knew that as night descended in Haunted Woods, it fell swiftly like a guillotine.
He continued along the path, his thoughts caught between a cat and mouse game of fear and faith. He could hear the soft lull of the rustling leaves swaying delicately in the glow of twilight. He caught the comforting scent of the ferns and grass as he hurried on. He knew that he would not reach the gates before night descended- but he had trod the same paths countless times before. The sound of his boots rhythmically carrying him forward resonated in the twinges of pain he felt in his thighs with each step. Each step closer to home and safety.

28-Jan-2011 18:03:20 - Last edited on 28-Jan-2011 18:04:21 by Amoraten

Amoraten

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A soft rain fell from the darkened sky. The taste of rain only increased his fear of urgency.
Somewhere in the wood, at a distance behind him, the unmistakable sound of a branch snapping fractured his senses. He froze in terror.
He could only feel the pounding in his heart; it beat so fast his senses were overcome. He could not move. Fear speared him to the spot. His body was palpably shaking; his breathing was heavy, his panting echoing the pounding in his heart. He was too afraid to look behind.
All sense of anything in front of him was dimmed as he strained to listen. He could only hear the rustling leaves in the gentle breeze, the soft tap of rain as it fell upon the boughs of the swaying trees and birds singing their lullabies of sleep nestled in the forest canopy.
After what seemed to be an endless time, his breathing slowed, the pounding in his heart subsided, and he was conscious that soon night would set in. He slowly turned his head to peer into the path he had taken through the forest. He was still able to make out the path he had trod in the gloom. His eyes scanned the forest, his eyes darting like a hawk, looking for any sign of what had caused the branch to snap loudly. He perceived nothing through the forest, other than its familiar sounds as it settled down to sleep.
Steeling himself to continue, he shook off his numbing fear and thought, “I need to get back and quickly. I cannot believe I am terrified by the sounds of the forest. It must be a forest animal.”
Strictz continued on, his senses alert, beads of fear slowly falling from his brow. He was walking as quickly as his limbs would allow, not running, but with an increased sense of urgency. The rain had started to fall more heavily from the sky; the darkness had almost set in as the sun’s final rays slumbered behind the horizon.

28-Jan-2011 18:03:21 - Last edited on 28-Jan-2011 18:05:27 by Amoraten

Amoraten

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A sound seemingly closer than before punctuated his senses- more branches snapping. Something rustling and moving quickly towards him. Something closing on him. He needed no more warning, without looking behind he pelted along the track.
He ran, as fast as he could, gliding through the tall towers of Hallowvale wood. He ran without heed of any other senses, his focus solely that of flight, to run as though death itself was on his heels.
He ran on through the path until the pain in his thighs and tightness in his lungs meant he was spent, and needed to rest before continuing through the forest. He looked behind. Nothing. No sign of anything in pursuit. He set off again, this time setting off in a manageable stride, not running, yet a pace which he would maintain for miles ahead. After a longer period, scanning the forest for any sign of pursuit, he slowed his pace to a fast walk.
Sweat was beating down his brow. The rain was pelting from the sky now- he was so transfixed with flight he did not notice that it was falling hard. A half moon shed scarce light into the forest; he had walked down from a ridge. The moon was low; he turned to sense whether there was any sound or sight of pursuit.
What he saw tore his courage from his heart.
Clearly silhouetted by the moon at the top of the ridge stood more than a dozen figures. Human-like in their form, still quite far away, but unmistakably moving swiftly in his direction.
Despair set in, nearly crying in fright, he turned about and ran. Pain coursed through his limbs, and burned his lungs. His thoughts were now incomprehensible, he was crying in dread, all his failing energies focussed in flight. His heart was thumping in his heart as fear shuddered through his body.
To his left, in the near distance, a dim red glow appeared. A glow which he had never seen before, not even once in all the time he had travelled through the forest.

28-Jan-2011 18:03:21 - Last edited on 28-Jan-2011 18:06:11 by Amoraten

Amoraten

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It was tiny at first, but deviating from his path, like a moth to a flame, he started off the hut’s direction. He recognised the flickering glow as he ran on; it was fire dancing, as the sight of a small hut came into his view. The flickering flames of fire inside the hut had called to him.
Sudden hope sparked into his consciousness.
Running as fast as his failing body would allow he ran to the small hut. He reached the door of the hut, shaking in fear, his thoughts incomprehensibly straining to gain entry.
He tried to push the door- it was locked from the inside. Sturdy wooden beams held in place- he would not be able to break in that way. He pounded on the door, frantically, not noticing that he had hit it so hard that blood was grazed on his knuckles. His mind was too numbed by fear to even consider breaking into the hut from one of the high windows. He pounded on the door again. No response.
His heart was nearly breaking in his chest. The beating pulse of his heart sounding in his mind. He could not die like this. He could not die like this.
He pounded on the door again. Sweat was pouring down his face, despair shuddering through his soul.
“Please help me” he cried, “Please help me”
He pounded the door again. Again no response.
“Please help”, he whispered too exhausted to say out loud. Nothing, no response.
His shoulders started to slump as he was about to give up, and then without warning the door opened. Silhouetted before the warm glow of the fire, the frail frame of an old woman, her face lined with time softly spoke to him, “Is it late to be out in these woods my dear, quickly come in, it is not safe after sundown”.
Without needing any further prompting he staggered through the door...

28-Jan-2011 18:03:37 - Last edited on 28-Jan-2011 18:07:09 by Amoraten

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