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All rules and regulations came from the experiences of Nabolshia and those he encountered along - "The Way" , this way is taught to high ranking officers. Read on for more on this tale ~
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HISTORY OF THE SEVERED HANDS GUILD
"How r things?" His teacher asked, watching him chop at the old Oak.
"Fine", Nabolshia answered, "I have been making some money and now I can chop down Oaks! I found this tree here!! Its very good! Also very close to the Store, i don't have to travel far to sell my wood."
"Nice," soon I'll show you a better place to chop trees, not today tho, i don't have much time." his teacher added.
"OK" Nabolshia replied, and then as an after thought - (decided to bring up a topic of curiosity), "I notice all these people walking around with Skulls above their heads... they are scary. Are they poisoned? "
"Are they Evil?"he added a second time...
Nabolshia's trainer replied: "A little of both I'm afraid."
His trainer was a very nice stranger that met Nabolshia and had taken it upon himself to check in with him and teach him how to play.
"What do you mean", Nabolshia asked, chopping the Oak in the Lumbridge Sheep pen where he had spent some weeks, chopping and selling wood.
"Come with me", his teacher answered, "go to the bank and drop all your items in there, i want to show you something.I'll meet you in the courtyard."
"OK," Nabolshia replied anxiously.
He went into Lumbridge castle up the two floors to the bank and dropped his items off as he was asked to do...
He was feeling scared already, he was only a low level character and didn't know much of the world-- what was his mentor going to show him? Where was he taking them if he didn't dare to bring things with him??
was it a trick?
He returned downstairs and out the front doors into the Lumbridge courtyard, he noticed all the strange people using magic around them-
Their spells bleeped in and out all over, Nabolshia was afraid of what they were about to do.."Where are we going?"
"To the city of Varrock," his teacher replied softly, he was doing a trade with a high level 90 character next to him. They haggled for a bit and then gave their thank yous..
"OK" Nabolshia said to him, and stood by watching the others.
"folo", his teacher said,once he was done, "it is a looong walk."
"kk", and they walked across the river past the goblins that were hard to beat, and then headed north toward the cow pens, and past the chickens.
"Whats up here? I've never gone this far..."Nabolshia said.
"You'll see, and it might disturb you," his teacher replied, "we are almost there.".
They passed alot of fences and turned west, then north, and suddenly Nabolshia got hit by magic bolts!!
"Ahh!" Nabolshia exclaimed, "what the?"Was this the thing he was being brought to see? Was this a trap? He wasn't carrying anything- what could be the reason fo r killing him? Experience? he began to panic...
"Folo, they are Evil mages or Wizards and such--don't worry."
They rushed by them on the road, and headed through the walls into the great city of Varrock, full of shops and people running around.
Nabolshia noticed many had skulls above their heads..he became afraid of where they might be going.And some wore incredible outfits and carried bizarre weapons, and it was almost too much to take in at once. There was much more people and commotion here than in Lumbridge, he noticed.
They passed the fountains, where he saw more mages bleeping in and out all over. He wondered how powerful they were to be able to teleport with their great magics.
His teacher led them as they headed east out of the area of strange shops, then they turned sharply north and kept going. They passed a church and others traveling south with skulls above their heads, they laughed with one another as they walked, bragging and telling stories...
"Stay close to me, and if anyone comes toward you run into the south- back into the city," his teacher said, quite seriously.
"why?" Nabolshia asked.
"Because they'll kill you," he replied plainly.
That is when Nabolshia saw it, the north end of the city opened up and in front of him all around the fences were hundreds of people, fighting and killing.
Some yelling and running in fear- others laughing at them. Some saying "no!" as they fell and disappeared. It was chaos, all around him were the players with the skulls above their heads...
"Wow, what is this place...?" Nabolshia asked.
"This is the wildy or the Player killing areas," his teacher explained, as the people around them to the north fought one another with arrows, magic and swords..."you don't want to come here you will be killed."
"So are they poisoned," Nabolshia replied, "the ones with the skulls??"
"Kind of- the skulls are what you get when you kill someone..."
Nabolshia watched in astonishment, listening to their conversations, it suddenly made sense to him that some of the people here were tricked and didn't know what was happening.
"So what? These guys lure others here and kill them?"
"Alot of them...and then they take your gear and equipment. But there are some that come here to train tho..." He answered.
"To kill others? They are Evil!" At that moment one of the archers and a mage shot at Nabolshia...
They hit him but did none to little damage. It was enough to make him afraid of being killed, (as he had not ever died yet) and run south into the city screaming, leaving his teacher behind to die.He stopped at the intersection, lost and shaken.
Moments later his trainer caught up, walking calmly up to him, as if nothing happened...
"What just happened back there?"
"They tried to attack you, and i asked them to stop- " his mentor replied calmly, " -and they didn't so I killed them for you."
"What?Why?" Nabolshia asked in astonishment, he couldn't believe what he was looking at- his teacher had a skull and crossbones above his head.Now he was poisoned! Suddenly the Runescape world didn't seem safe anymore...
"Cause they attacked you." He answered, he laughed.
"I want to go back to my woodcutting and my safe tree, please," Nabolshia replied, now scared of his teacher and not sure what to think.
"Ok, I'll take you back, but then i have to go."
On the walk back they talked.
"So what did you think of that?" his teacher asked leading them back to Lumbridge.
"I didn't like it. They are poisoned and evil."
His teacher laughed out loud.."Yes a lot of them are..."
"I'm gonna do something about it," Nabolshia replied, still shaken by the encounter...
"What are you gonna do?" His teacher looked at Nabolshia and his level 10 combat score...wondering what he'd say.
"I will one day get bigger and stronger, and i will start a Guild to go there and teach them all what they do to others is wrong.."
"What?" His teacher laughed, "others have tried..and they all have failed, some only do that and train just for the wilderness."
"Then i will go there with hundreds and slay them all!" Nabolshia replied.
They arrived at the tree in the little smelly village of Lumbridge, in the sheep pen where the Oak tree grows, and there they parted.
"I have to go ," his teacher added once they arrived, "once you level up cut higher level trees and you will be making good money in no time."
"Ok, thank you", Nabolshia answered, "and thank you for that- now i know."
"Your welcome...see ya." and his trainer disappeared.
A little wandering led him north past the sheep pen and toward the old flour mill, where he discovered a small pond with several willow trees...
"Ah," he said to himself, " a new target for income- i wonder what these sell for?" And at that he started chopping away...time passed and he became more and more frustrated. he was chopping but there was no money coming from it, and he had spent weeks chopping trees...
Selling them in the general store was a joke, and he noticed the moment he sold the logs, someone else would buy them. "What the?" he wondered what people needed logs for, and were they more valuable else where? frustration gripped him and he began to yell out to the room....
Now Nabolshia wasn't as new a player as when he started, because in between cutting trees he would venture across the river to kill gobs... Then near the willows were better trained gobs with spears and he was now a combat level of a giant whooping 20!!! And he needed help.
"I am looking for a trainer! Someone help me please!" Nabolshia yelled, the others around him started to gab and poke fun.
"The Noob wants a trainer..." One laughed.
"Ha Ha Noob."
Nabolshia was appalled, and he remembered the EVIL ones from the Wilderness, they reminded him of them. Mean nasty hateful people, why?
"Oh, Comon, I need someones help! OMG! You guys were new once..." Nabolshia was utterly frustrated and began to run off to the north to cut more stupid willows for no money.
He noticed someone was following him, "I'll help you."
Nabolshia stopped near the Sheep gates, and looked at the stranger. He wasn't very high level and seemed to be nice enough to be helpful.
"How can i make more money with the logs?" Nabolshia asked, still angry at the others.He seemed to be short with the stranger, as his trust was crushed a little from the near encounter with EVIL ONES.
"Gain levels and chop more valuable ones..." Mumble man61 replied, standing there calmly waiting for Nabolshia to calm down.
"I've been doing that, however the difference isn't more than a few gold pieces and I have been chopping forever!" Nabolshia was tired of chopping trees for peanuts.
"They have to be worth something! I sell them in the store and someone comes and buys them right away! Whats the deal with that?"
Mumble man61 simply replied, "Members Fletch them into bows and arrows and stuff, they worth more money to them.. they come here and buy them and take them back with them to make bows and arrows."
"You mean I've been making someone else rich?"
"Lol, probably. Real moneys in mining." Mumble man61 helped, "here follow me and i'll show you a good place to mine."
"I need to go to the bank first, dump these stupid logs- I'm not selling logs in a General store ever again!" Nabolshia ranted heading toward Lumbridge castle.
"I'll meet you out front, bring a pick and a weapon. Don't forget your armor, your going to need it at your level."
"Ok.." Nabolshia responded politely, but was thinking- is this a trap? Is he leading me to a kill zone or something? Is he friends with the guys that called me names? And now i'm being led to my death?
Minutes passed and they met in front of Lumbridge Castle, Nabolshia decked out in full steel, wielding a two handed Iron sword.
"No, that's not gonna do. Here," Mumble man61 traded a steel 2h sword to him.
"Wow thanks, what do I owe you?"Nabolshia asked with excitement.
"Free, folo."And with that he began to walk off, Nabolshia hurried to catch up.
The scenery passed by as they headed north and past the flour mill, Nabolshia explained the area near the water where he harvested willows and slayed higher level gobs... Mumble man61 agreed, and explained he did the same at one time.
"You'll find there's much more money in Ore.."
"Oh i did some mining south of lummy!" Nabolshia added.
"Thats a new player spot.... I'm taking you somewhere better, a little more dangerous tho." Mumble man61 laughed out loud as they passed the dividing wall of draynor and Falidor south, near the farm fields.
At that moment a bandit ran up to Nabolshia, "Stand your ground!"
Nabolshia hadn't been here before and thought a player was attacking him in the confusion, "Ah!" he yelled attacking back.
"lol," Mumble man61 stood back to watch." They are easy."
Nabolshia calmed and took the final blow knocking the bandit into dust.
"Cool.. a cloak, a thieves cloak!" He put it on as they continued up the north road toward fally.
Mumble man61 continued to laugh as they approached the gates, "Don't attack these guys they'll kill you no prob."
"Ok. I won't"
They went north further to the East bank in fally and headed into the northeast corner of the walled town. "Now remember where the bank was, and this door will take you to the secret mine entrance. Much faster."
"Ok."
They entered the building and went down the stairs into a gloomy cave, Nabolshia was instantly attacked by scorpions. "Ah!"
"follow me and don't stop!" Mumble man61 cried out heading north into the cave, deeper into more scorpions.
"OMG..." Nabolshia ran and ran even past Mumble man61 who fought off a scorpion as the new visitor to the Dwarf mines ran for his life.
Soon they both were on the west wall of the cave, and Mumble man61 began to explain the details of mining and where the best rocks were.
"Awesome! Thank you! thank you very much!" Nabolshia began his mining...
"I got to go.. I'll see you soon." And with that Mumble man61 vanished into the void, leaving Nabolshia in the dwarven mines.
So he paused working for a bit and decided that he would take up some adventuring and getting the skills needed to complete quests and maybe learn the layout of Runescape a little better.
With little knowledge of the world beyond Varrock, Falidor and Lumbridge, Nabolshia found himself lost and alone in a confusing landscape of places he had to go to get quests completed. It was not long that in these adventures he began to get more insight into what Runescape was all about. And became very addicted to doing quests and getting the required levels to make them happen.Soon he had finished enough of the quests that he just had to pay to be a member so that he could take on more quests at the lower level.
However, this created another problem, the world got bigger and Nabolshia had no barrings on anything beyond the Non-member world. Everything seemed to immediatly take on a diffrent air. People dressed in fantastic clothes and carried bizarre and intresting items and weapons.
It pushed him to investigate other areas of runescape that he hadn't dared before, looking for these fantastic items everyone was carrying.
One day Nabolshia was walking along in the wilderness, dressed in basic iron armor and carrying an ax. Just in the mood to explore he ended up in the level 12 wilderness, and saw a tree. He had a flash to the past and his little tree in the sheep pen in Lummy. And began to chop...
Soon he saw a white dot moving toward him from the distance. It moved slowly and back and forth, then it began to come toward him. Nabolshia tipped his view under the corner of his helmet to peer at the traveler...They seemed preoccupied, but continued to move toward him.
Nabolshia did a quick reference of what he was carrying, is this stuff alright to loose he'd thought to himself? Checking his gear he felt satisfied that he could be killed and not be concerned in replacing his Iron chain mail and steel ax.
"What are you doing out here?" The red status bar of their combat level flashed in Nabolshia's eyes as he looked at the stranger.
"Choppin wood...I am the Dark Woodsman."He responded continuing to chop wood and not wanting to irritate the newcomer to his lowly tree patch.
"Waht?' She asked, almost curious. Wondering perhaps if he was an easy target...
"I am the Dark Woodsman, because I mainly cut trees and thier souls embrace me as I reap the logs from their bodies." Nabolshia replied, chopping away...The chopping nearly echoed through the wilderness silent landscape, of hills and sparse woods.
"Ok," she replied, "are you some kind of Weirdo?"
"No," He replied, moving to another tree as that one came crashing to the ground. "I just kill trees..."He reflected on his mining, hmmm, he had thought to himself, I need to get back to mining. I need levels to do that quest I wanted to finish. He continued shopping...
The strangers name was Barek 55, and she wasn't giving information away freely. "Aren't you worried about cutting trees way out here in the wilderness?" She asked, shuffling foot to foot and swaying her mithril Long sword at the ground. Perhaps she thought Nabolshia being the "Dark Woodsman", had super natural powers in the wildy...Probably not.
"No, not really...why? Should I be?" Nabolshia wanted answers, what was the big idea? He wasn't really sure how level differences worked in the wilderness at this point, and was prying for more information.How dangerous could it be?
"Well, you could be killed.."she responded. "There are players that hunt people out here! Listen if you want to do this, I have a good place that's safe where you can chop your trees, its a little bit of a walk though."
With that Nabolshia agreed and followed her back toward the Fally gates, which still was so confusing to Nabolshia. They then turned north and headed for the great walled gates across from the anvil shop.
Nabolshia watched her open the gates...
"Wow, we can go in here now?" Nabolshia asked, as the gates came open for them. He couldn't believe and he was so excited.Whats behind that gate he'd always thought to himself while smithing on the anvil north of Fally, now he was going to know.
"Yeah," she laughed, "You just become a member?"
"A week ago," he responded, "and still don't know my way around."
She explained that they were in Taverly, and that the Herblore skills were started there, and that they were going to pass through the area, and head to the more deadly White Wolf Mountain. She informed him that he needed to run only two times, going in and coming out.
they passed the buildings in the small village. It was very nice and quaint. Flower gardens and trellised trimmed and painted round houses. The place was like a peaceful tranquil garden in Runescapes sea of chaos.
They started up ward onto the mountain range through some wooden fences when he saw the first yellow dot of a wolf in the distance.
They got closer and Barekk 55 started to run, pulling Nabolshia along with her, as he followed. In the back of his mind, as always- he thought, Is this a trap? Is she leading me to my death to get my Iron and steel ax?
Soon they were cleared of the snapping wolves.. and they stopped running.
"See," she said, "I told you it would be alright."
He continued to follow her down around the slopes to the beech, where many people were fishing. They were having fun, telling stories and laughing. All dressed in even more bizzarre clothing and carrying weapons and items Nabolshia had never seen before.
"This is a popular fishing spot" Barekk 55 explained, as they walked past them.
"Ok", Nabolshia replied, watching as they passed. He continued to follow her past a bank and onto a road headin north.
"We are heading to Camelot and Seers village" there you will be able to level much faster.
"What is there to do there?" Nabolshia asked.
"You can cut trees, and also gather Flax for weaving, flax sells really well here." Barekk 55 explained.
Moments later they arrived, she showed him the trees, and the Flax fields. How to gather the flax and explained that he should bank the items. After some time, Barekk 55 had to go, and Nabolshia thanked her, and began a new career as a flax farmer. It did not take long for him to realize the game had just gotten bigger, and the money started to flow in.
It was several weeks before her put 2 and 2 together in his head, and he began to research information online to try and help better his forward progress. See, he realized, he didn't want or need to harvest flax anymore as it did not give you anything for a leveling skill anyways, he just wanted the flax itself. So he began to make calculations, and then brought in more help to aid his cause.
Bloomdrop joined runescape on the guise of making gold and money in the runescape world, Nabolshia brought her and explained the fruits to be gained from doing certain labor skills. And it was this, along with Bloomdrop discovery of other income methods, that made Nabolshia start to take things into another direction. He had recruited Bloomdrop from Real life to come into the game and assist in making money through the Flax trade, and one day things came to a boil.
"Have you gathered the needed 1k flax today Bloomdrop? I have your money." Nabolshia asked.
"No", Bloomdrop explained, "I am done with the Flax."
"Why? What happened?"
"Well, it is not worth the work I put into it and I am stuck here doing the same thing for hours on end, and honestly I don't need your money- I have found other sources of income, that pays even better." She explained.
"Really?" Nabolshia wondered what she had found that made more money than flax. But she wasn't ready to give him the information he wanted just yet. Nabolshia began on more in depth research, and let it go. Let her have her fun, he was going to make an entire flax industry and become rich.
"Yeah," she added "There are tons of other things you can do that pays a lot more."
"Ok, understood, no problem," Nabolshia responded, "I have other plans anyway. Thank you for your help though."
"Sure, thank you for bringing me into this game, I am having a lot of fun, oh and I do have a last batch of flax for you, whenever you want to get it."
"Nice, ty." They both traveled to the bank in Seers and made the exchange.
"Ok, have fun!" Nabolshia said.
"lol, you too!" and with that she walked off.
Nabolshia detailed his research, as follows: AS EXPLAINED ON WIKIPEDIA--> CLICK HERE
Nabolshia realized with this in application with other laborers, he could finance gear, armor and weapons for his armies to make the group or guild prepared to tackle the PvPers on Runescape, that were luring and preying on weaker low level players. And make the changes he wanted. The first step was forming the guild, and whenever he brought it up to others, they laughed at him.They told him he was a fool for thinking he could change anything in such a way. Slowly, one person at a time joined him in his cause as a crafting guild first and foemost, and Masters of craft were assigned to all the major cities to help new players learn how to craft and make items and money.The word NOOB was outlawed, as was PvP. The entire guild began to grow from its crafting roots to assist both runescape members and non-members alike. The SVHG origins was born, and in its beginings, the name was assigned and agreed upon by the others.
STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER V
"The Birth of an Collective"
Through this the Dark Raven task force was created, a secret organization with in the Guild that hunted traitors to the svhg as well as located and identified, as well as carried out revenge on those that broke the law.
1) We do not insult new players by calling them Noobs - Every rookie is a potential MVP!
2) Help teach others when you can, and learn what your taught!
3) Every Major city will have a Master Craftsman.
4) You may only PvP those that are preying on others!
5) Attend Clan events and Meetings!
6) The power structure of the SVHG is based on Skill, not Combat.
7) Recruit helpful people, that want to learn and share what they have learned.
8) Each Major officer, will own a Branch of the SVHG in their own Clan Chat.
9) You must have served in another branch of SVHG and proven your worth to the guild before entering or getting rankied into the CORE of SVHG, which is officers and Nabolshia's assistants only.
10) The Dark Raven has many members, and their true names are secret, do not share your name.
11) Branches can establish, or remove any of the above rules in their branch minus rule 1,2,5,7,9
12) The SVHG is owned and operated by ALL, not just the Clan leader.
13) No proffanity or talk of race, color, creed, culture, religion or politics in the CC.
NABOLSHIA
The Dark Woodsman
The Friend Enslaver
Master, founder, and Friend..
Introduction:
The Guild started in Febuary 10th 2006, founded by Nabolshia, at level 20. One day as a New player being taught to raise his Wodcutting Skill for a source of income, his teacher came to him asking hime how things were going.Nabolshia at the time was a Non- Runescape member and didn't know much of the world.Lumbridge was as far as he had traveled really, and he carried only bronze chainmail and an ax, for chopping his wood.CHAPTER I
"The Poisoned Evils"
Nabolshia was cutting Oak as he was instructed by his teacher that would appear on occasion and check up on him, he enjoyed Runescape after his bad experience with Hero Quest- he was glad he could talk to others and learn an entire world that he could freely wander around in-- but still was too low level to leave the small town of Lumbridge where his adventure began after the training island...as normal his teacher entered the sheep pen and approached Nabolshia with an air of curiosity:"How r things?" His teacher asked, watching him chop at the old Oak.
"Fine", Nabolshia answered, "I have been making some money and now I can chop down Oaks! I found this tree here!! Its very good! Also very close to the Store, i don't have to travel far to sell my wood."
"Nice," soon I'll show you a better place to chop trees, not today tho, i don't have much time." his teacher added.
"OK" Nabolshia replied, and then as an after thought - (decided to bring up a topic of curiosity), "I notice all these people walking around with Skulls above their heads... they are scary. Are they poisoned? "
"Are they Evil?"he added a second time...
Nabolshia's trainer replied: "A little of both I'm afraid."
His trainer was a very nice stranger that met Nabolshia and had taken it upon himself to check in with him and teach him how to play.
"What do you mean", Nabolshia asked, chopping the Oak in the Lumbridge Sheep pen where he had spent some weeks, chopping and selling wood.
"Come with me", his teacher answered, "go to the bank and drop all your items in there, i want to show you something.I'll meet you in the courtyard."
"OK," Nabolshia replied anxiously.
He went into Lumbridge castle up the two floors to the bank and dropped his items off as he was asked to do...
He was feeling scared already, he was only a low level character and didn't know much of the world-- what was his mentor going to show him? Where was he taking them if he didn't dare to bring things with him??
was it a trick?
He returned downstairs and out the front doors into the Lumbridge courtyard, he noticed all the strange people using magic around them-
Their spells bleeped in and out all over, Nabolshia was afraid of what they were about to do.."Where are we going?"
"To the city of Varrock," his teacher replied softly, he was doing a trade with a high level 90 character next to him. They haggled for a bit and then gave their thank yous..
"OK" Nabolshia said to him, and stood by watching the others.
"folo", his teacher said,once he was done, "it is a looong walk."
"kk", and they walked across the river past the goblins that were hard to beat, and then headed north toward the cow pens, and past the chickens.
"Whats up here? I've never gone this far..."Nabolshia said.
"You'll see, and it might disturb you," his teacher replied, "we are almost there.".
They passed alot of fences and turned west, then north, and suddenly Nabolshia got hit by magic bolts!!
"Ahh!" Nabolshia exclaimed, "what the?"Was this the thing he was being brought to see? Was this a trap? He wasn't carrying anything- what could be the reason fo r killing him? Experience? he began to panic...
"Folo, they are Evil mages or Wizards and such--don't worry."
They rushed by them on the road, and headed through the walls into the great city of Varrock, full of shops and people running around.
Nabolshia noticed many had skulls above their heads..he became afraid of where they might be going.And some wore incredible outfits and carried bizarre weapons, and it was almost too much to take in at once. There was much more people and commotion here than in Lumbridge, he noticed.
They passed the fountains, where he saw more mages bleeping in and out all over. He wondered how powerful they were to be able to teleport with their great magics.
His teacher led them as they headed east out of the area of strange shops, then they turned sharply north and kept going. They passed a church and others traveling south with skulls above their heads, they laughed with one another as they walked, bragging and telling stories...
"Stay close to me, and if anyone comes toward you run into the south- back into the city," his teacher said, quite seriously.
"why?" Nabolshia asked.
"Because they'll kill you," he replied plainly.
That is when Nabolshia saw it, the north end of the city opened up and in front of him all around the fences were hundreds of people, fighting and killing.
Some yelling and running in fear- others laughing at them. Some saying "no!" as they fell and disappeared. It was chaos, all around him were the players with the skulls above their heads...
"Wow, what is this place...?" Nabolshia asked.
"This is the wildy or the Player killing areas," his teacher explained, as the people around them to the north fought one another with arrows, magic and swords..."you don't want to come here you will be killed."
"So are they poisoned," Nabolshia replied, "the ones with the skulls??"
"Kind of- the skulls are what you get when you kill someone..."
Nabolshia watched in astonishment, listening to their conversations, it suddenly made sense to him that some of the people here were tricked and didn't know what was happening.
"So what? These guys lure others here and kill them?"
"Alot of them...and then they take your gear and equipment. But there are some that come here to train tho..." He answered.
"To kill others? They are Evil!" At that moment one of the archers and a mage shot at Nabolshia...
They hit him but did none to little damage. It was enough to make him afraid of being killed, (as he had not ever died yet) and run south into the city screaming, leaving his teacher behind to die.He stopped at the intersection, lost and shaken.
Moments later his trainer caught up, walking calmly up to him, as if nothing happened...
"What just happened back there?"
"They tried to attack you, and i asked them to stop- " his mentor replied calmly, " -and they didn't so I killed them for you."
"What?Why?" Nabolshia asked in astonishment, he couldn't believe what he was looking at- his teacher had a skull and crossbones above his head.Now he was poisoned! Suddenly the Runescape world didn't seem safe anymore...
"Cause they attacked you." He answered, he laughed.
"I want to go back to my woodcutting and my safe tree, please," Nabolshia replied, now scared of his teacher and not sure what to think.
"Ok, I'll take you back, but then i have to go."
On the walk back they talked.
"So what did you think of that?" his teacher asked leading them back to Lumbridge.
"I didn't like it. They are poisoned and evil."
His teacher laughed out loud.."Yes a lot of them are..."
"I'm gonna do something about it," Nabolshia replied, still shaken by the encounter...
"What are you gonna do?" His teacher looked at Nabolshia and his level 10 combat score...wondering what he'd say.
"I will one day get bigger and stronger, and i will start a Guild to go there and teach them all what they do to others is wrong.."
"What?" His teacher laughed, "others have tried..and they all have failed, some only do that and train just for the wilderness."
"Then i will go there with hundreds and slay them all!" Nabolshia replied.
They arrived at the tree in the little smelly village of Lumbridge, in the sheep pen where the Oak tree grows, and there they parted.
"I have to go ," his teacher added once they arrived, "once you level up cut higher level trees and you will be making good money in no time."
"Ok, thank you", Nabolshia answered, "and thank you for that- now i know."
"Your welcome...see ya." and his trainer disappeared.
CHAPTER II
"A New frontier"
Several weeks had passed under that old oak, and upon some experience in the tree market, Nabolshia really didn't see the profits like he had hoped.A little wandering led him north past the sheep pen and toward the old flour mill, where he discovered a small pond with several willow trees...
"Ah," he said to himself, " a new target for income- i wonder what these sell for?" And at that he started chopping away...time passed and he became more and more frustrated. he was chopping but there was no money coming from it, and he had spent weeks chopping trees...
Selling them in the general store was a joke, and he noticed the moment he sold the logs, someone else would buy them. "What the?" he wondered what people needed logs for, and were they more valuable else where? frustration gripped him and he began to yell out to the room....
Now Nabolshia wasn't as new a player as when he started, because in between cutting trees he would venture across the river to kill gobs... Then near the willows were better trained gobs with spears and he was now a combat level of a giant whooping 20!!! And he needed help.
"I am looking for a trainer! Someone help me please!" Nabolshia yelled, the others around him started to gab and poke fun.
"The Noob wants a trainer..." One laughed.
"Ha Ha Noob."
Nabolshia was appalled, and he remembered the EVIL ones from the Wilderness, they reminded him of them. Mean nasty hateful people, why?
"Oh, Comon, I need someones help! OMG! You guys were new once..." Nabolshia was utterly frustrated and began to run off to the north to cut more stupid willows for no money.
He noticed someone was following him, "I'll help you."
Nabolshia stopped near the Sheep gates, and looked at the stranger. He wasn't very high level and seemed to be nice enough to be helpful.
"How can i make more money with the logs?" Nabolshia asked, still angry at the others.He seemed to be short with the stranger, as his trust was crushed a little from the near encounter with EVIL ONES.
"Gain levels and chop more valuable ones..." Mumble man61 replied, standing there calmly waiting for Nabolshia to calm down.
"I've been doing that, however the difference isn't more than a few gold pieces and I have been chopping forever!" Nabolshia was tired of chopping trees for peanuts.
"They have to be worth something! I sell them in the store and someone comes and buys them right away! Whats the deal with that?"
Mumble man61 simply replied, "Members Fletch them into bows and arrows and stuff, they worth more money to them.. they come here and buy them and take them back with them to make bows and arrows."
"You mean I've been making someone else rich?"
"Lol, probably. Real moneys in mining." Mumble man61 helped, "here follow me and i'll show you a good place to mine."
"I need to go to the bank first, dump these stupid logs- I'm not selling logs in a General store ever again!" Nabolshia ranted heading toward Lumbridge castle.
"I'll meet you out front, bring a pick and a weapon. Don't forget your armor, your going to need it at your level."
"Ok.." Nabolshia responded politely, but was thinking- is this a trap? Is he leading me to a kill zone or something? Is he friends with the guys that called me names? And now i'm being led to my death?
Minutes passed and they met in front of Lumbridge Castle, Nabolshia decked out in full steel, wielding a two handed Iron sword.
"No, that's not gonna do. Here," Mumble man61 traded a steel 2h sword to him.
"Wow thanks, what do I owe you?"Nabolshia asked with excitement.
"Free, folo."And with that he began to walk off, Nabolshia hurried to catch up.
The scenery passed by as they headed north and past the flour mill, Nabolshia explained the area near the water where he harvested willows and slayed higher level gobs... Mumble man61 agreed, and explained he did the same at one time.
"You'll find there's much more money in Ore.."
"Oh i did some mining south of lummy!" Nabolshia added.
"Thats a new player spot.... I'm taking you somewhere better, a little more dangerous tho." Mumble man61 laughed out loud as they passed the dividing wall of draynor and Falidor south, near the farm fields.
At that moment a bandit ran up to Nabolshia, "Stand your ground!"
Nabolshia hadn't been here before and thought a player was attacking him in the confusion, "Ah!" he yelled attacking back.
"lol," Mumble man61 stood back to watch." They are easy."
Nabolshia calmed and took the final blow knocking the bandit into dust.
"Cool.. a cloak, a thieves cloak!" He put it on as they continued up the north road toward fally.
Mumble man61 continued to laugh as they approached the gates, "Don't attack these guys they'll kill you no prob."
"Ok. I won't"
They went north further to the East bank in fally and headed into the northeast corner of the walled town. "Now remember where the bank was, and this door will take you to the secret mine entrance. Much faster."
"Ok."
They entered the building and went down the stairs into a gloomy cave, Nabolshia was instantly attacked by scorpions. "Ah!"
"follow me and don't stop!" Mumble man61 cried out heading north into the cave, deeper into more scorpions.
"OMG..." Nabolshia ran and ran even past Mumble man61 who fought off a scorpion as the new visitor to the Dwarf mines ran for his life.
Soon they both were on the west wall of the cave, and Mumble man61 began to explain the details of mining and where the best rocks were.
"Awesome! Thank you! thank you very much!" Nabolshia began his mining...
"I got to go.. I'll see you soon." And with that Mumble man61 vanished into the void, leaving Nabolshia in the dwarven mines.
CHAPTER III
"The Traveler"
Nabolshia spent time in the dwarf mines gathering ores for his smithing level, he decided that perhaps the best thing to do would to take on crafting jewlery. Gems were hard to come by in the Non-member world and he needed good guidance in making his dream of crafting jewlery to come true.So he paused working for a bit and decided that he would take up some adventuring and getting the skills needed to complete quests and maybe learn the layout of Runescape a little better.
With little knowledge of the world beyond Varrock, Falidor and Lumbridge, Nabolshia found himself lost and alone in a confusing landscape of places he had to go to get quests completed. It was not long that in these adventures he began to get more insight into what Runescape was all about. And became very addicted to doing quests and getting the required levels to make them happen.Soon he had finished enough of the quests that he just had to pay to be a member so that he could take on more quests at the lower level.
However, this created another problem, the world got bigger and Nabolshia had no barrings on anything beyond the Non-member world. Everything seemed to immediatly take on a diffrent air. People dressed in fantastic clothes and carried bizarre and intresting items and weapons.
It pushed him to investigate other areas of runescape that he hadn't dared before, looking for these fantastic items everyone was carrying.
One day Nabolshia was walking along in the wilderness, dressed in basic iron armor and carrying an ax. Just in the mood to explore he ended up in the level 12 wilderness, and saw a tree. He had a flash to the past and his little tree in the sheep pen in Lummy. And began to chop...
Soon he saw a white dot moving toward him from the distance. It moved slowly and back and forth, then it began to come toward him. Nabolshia tipped his view under the corner of his helmet to peer at the traveler...They seemed preoccupied, but continued to move toward him.
Nabolshia did a quick reference of what he was carrying, is this stuff alright to loose he'd thought to himself? Checking his gear he felt satisfied that he could be killed and not be concerned in replacing his Iron chain mail and steel ax.
"What are you doing out here?" The red status bar of their combat level flashed in Nabolshia's eyes as he looked at the stranger.
"Choppin wood...I am the Dark Woodsman."He responded continuing to chop wood and not wanting to irritate the newcomer to his lowly tree patch.
"Waht?' She asked, almost curious. Wondering perhaps if he was an easy target...
"I am the Dark Woodsman, because I mainly cut trees and thier souls embrace me as I reap the logs from their bodies." Nabolshia replied, chopping away...The chopping nearly echoed through the wilderness silent landscape, of hills and sparse woods.
"Ok," she replied, "are you some kind of Weirdo?"
"No," He replied, moving to another tree as that one came crashing to the ground. "I just kill trees..."He reflected on his mining, hmmm, he had thought to himself, I need to get back to mining. I need levels to do that quest I wanted to finish. He continued shopping...
The strangers name was Barek 55, and she wasn't giving information away freely. "Aren't you worried about cutting trees way out here in the wilderness?" She asked, shuffling foot to foot and swaying her mithril Long sword at the ground. Perhaps she thought Nabolshia being the "Dark Woodsman", had super natural powers in the wildy...Probably not.
"No, not really...why? Should I be?" Nabolshia wanted answers, what was the big idea? He wasn't really sure how level differences worked in the wilderness at this point, and was prying for more information.How dangerous could it be?
"Well, you could be killed.."she responded. "There are players that hunt people out here! Listen if you want to do this, I have a good place that's safe where you can chop your trees, its a little bit of a walk though."
With that Nabolshia agreed and followed her back toward the Fally gates, which still was so confusing to Nabolshia. They then turned north and headed for the great walled gates across from the anvil shop.
Nabolshia watched her open the gates...
"Wow, we can go in here now?" Nabolshia asked, as the gates came open for them. He couldn't believe and he was so excited.Whats behind that gate he'd always thought to himself while smithing on the anvil north of Fally, now he was going to know.
"Yeah," she laughed, "You just become a member?"
"A week ago," he responded, "and still don't know my way around."
She explained that they were in Taverly, and that the Herblore skills were started there, and that they were going to pass through the area, and head to the more deadly White Wolf Mountain. She informed him that he needed to run only two times, going in and coming out.
they passed the buildings in the small village. It was very nice and quaint. Flower gardens and trellised trimmed and painted round houses. The place was like a peaceful tranquil garden in Runescapes sea of chaos.
They started up ward onto the mountain range through some wooden fences when he saw the first yellow dot of a wolf in the distance.
They got closer and Barekk 55 started to run, pulling Nabolshia along with her, as he followed. In the back of his mind, as always- he thought, Is this a trap? Is she leading me to my death to get my Iron and steel ax?
Soon they were cleared of the snapping wolves.. and they stopped running.
"See," she said, "I told you it would be alright."
He continued to follow her down around the slopes to the beech, where many people were fishing. They were having fun, telling stories and laughing. All dressed in even more bizzarre clothing and carrying weapons and items Nabolshia had never seen before.
"This is a popular fishing spot" Barekk 55 explained, as they walked past them.
"Ok", Nabolshia replied, watching as they passed. He continued to follow her past a bank and onto a road headin north.
"We are heading to Camelot and Seers village" there you will be able to level much faster.
"What is there to do there?" Nabolshia asked.
"You can cut trees, and also gather Flax for weaving, flax sells really well here." Barekk 55 explained.
Moments later they arrived, she showed him the trees, and the Flax fields. How to gather the flax and explained that he should bank the items. After some time, Barekk 55 had to go, and Nabolshia thanked her, and began a new career as a flax farmer. It did not take long for him to realize the game had just gotten bigger, and the money started to flow in.
CHAPTER IV
"Guilds and Industry"
It did not take Nabolshia long to realize there was a cut throat money market for flax in the world of runescape, every day he would be hassled by people trying to buy his flax for less than market price, and he had been cheated a number of times, before catching on.he made random friends with other gatherers and soon had all the information he needed to break free into his own enterprise. It was several weeks before her put 2 and 2 together in his head, and he began to research information online to try and help better his forward progress. See, he realized, he didn't want or need to harvest flax anymore as it did not give you anything for a leveling skill anyways, he just wanted the flax itself. So he began to make calculations, and then brought in more help to aid his cause.
Bloomdrop joined runescape on the guise of making gold and money in the runescape world, Nabolshia brought her and explained the fruits to be gained from doing certain labor skills. And it was this, along with Bloomdrop discovery of other income methods, that made Nabolshia start to take things into another direction. He had recruited Bloomdrop from Real life to come into the game and assist in making money through the Flax trade, and one day things came to a boil.
"Have you gathered the needed 1k flax today Bloomdrop? I have your money." Nabolshia asked.
"No", Bloomdrop explained, "I am done with the Flax."
"Why? What happened?"
"Well, it is not worth the work I put into it and I am stuck here doing the same thing for hours on end, and honestly I don't need your money- I have found other sources of income, that pays even better." She explained.
"Really?" Nabolshia wondered what she had found that made more money than flax. But she wasn't ready to give him the information he wanted just yet. Nabolshia began on more in depth research, and let it go. Let her have her fun, he was going to make an entire flax industry and become rich.
"Yeah," she added "There are tons of other things you can do that pays a lot more."
"Ok, understood, no problem," Nabolshia responded, "I have other plans anyway. Thank you for your help though."
"Sure, thank you for bringing me into this game, I am having a lot of fun, oh and I do have a last batch of flax for you, whenever you want to get it."
"Nice, ty." They both traveled to the bank in Seers and made the exchange.
"Ok, have fun!" Nabolshia said.
"lol, you too!" and with that she walked off.
Nabolshia detailed his research, as follows: AS EXPLAINED ON WIKIPEDIA--> CLICK HERE
Nabolshia realized with this in application with other laborers, he could finance gear, armor and weapons for his armies to make the group or guild prepared to tackle the PvPers on Runescape, that were luring and preying on weaker low level players. And make the changes he wanted. The first step was forming the guild, and whenever he brought it up to others, they laughed at him.They told him he was a fool for thinking he could change anything in such a way. Slowly, one person at a time joined him in his cause as a crafting guild first and foemost, and Masters of craft were assigned to all the major cities to help new players learn how to craft and make items and money.The word NOOB was outlawed, as was PvP. The entire guild began to grow from its crafting roots to assist both runescape members and non-members alike. The SVHG origins was born, and in its beginings, the name was assigned and agreed upon by the others.
STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER V
"The Birth of an Collective"
SVHG: CHARTER (Above OUR SVHG GUILD SEAL)
The Severed Hand Guild, is to embody those ideals that others believe are acceptable and normal, and make these acts of greed and power against others illegal and punishable by death and looting. Our "Hands" are there to help and assist our guild brothers and sisters, and provide free knowledge and FAIR trade to those working related crafts. Through this the Dark Raven task force was created, a secret organization with in the Guild that hunted traitors to the svhg as well as located and identified, as well as carried out revenge on those that broke the law.
THE LAWS
2) Help teach others when you can, and learn what your taught!
3) Every Major city will have a Master Craftsman.
4) You may only PvP those that are preying on others!
5) Attend Clan events and Meetings!
6) The power structure of the SVHG is based on Skill, not Combat.
7) Recruit helpful people, that want to learn and share what they have learned.
8) Each Major officer, will own a Branch of the SVHG in their own Clan Chat.
9) You must have served in another branch of SVHG and proven your worth to the guild before entering or getting rankied into the CORE of SVHG, which is officers and Nabolshia's assistants only.
10) The Dark Raven has many members, and their true names are secret, do not share your name.
11) Branches can establish, or remove any of the above rules in their branch minus rule 1,2,5,7,9
12) The SVHG is owned and operated by ALL, not just the Clan leader.
13) No proffanity or talk of race, color, creed, culture, religion or politics in the CC.
NABOLSHIA
The Dark Woodsman
The Friend Enslaver
Master, founder, and Friend..
