Part 65: Plan of Action

Jaron, Omega, and Ultima Cow finally finished explaining to the others what they had been told. "So," Twisas said, "basically, that jumping guy is trying to raise CrazyArcher from the dead?" Jaron nodded. "I remember CrazyArcher," Twisas stated. Jaron looked shocked. "You do? How? Oh, wait, you still have all your memories...did I ever tell you anything about him?" he asked. Twisas rolled her eyes. "You never told me much...you said most of it was classified by the White Knights of Falador. But you did say he was very powerful and was partly responsible for the attack on Falador, and that the 'This isn't over' yell was his doing." As if on cue, CrazyArcher's yell reverberated throughout the entire land. "This isn't over!" Twisas grinned. "Yeah, just like that! How'd you do that?" she asked. Jaron's face looked pale. "That...wasn't me." Twisas stared at him, realizing what had happened. "Oh, shoot," she mumbled.

The group gathered in one of the empty buildings of Falador. It was a well-lit room, with medium-sized windows, perfect for meetings. Jaron leaned against a wall and thought to himself, then spoke. "Okay, let's see. Apparently, CrazyArcher has been revived. We know next-to-nothing about him or what he's capable of. But since the head White Knight seemed afraid of his return, we must assume he's capable of a lot. Armed, dangerous, and probably pure evil. Needless to say, we've got to stop him. Of course, this would be very dangerous on our part, and no one had any clue of any mission like this when they joined the group. So, anyone that has their doubts can leave the clan now. I won't try to stop you," Jaron finished, gesturing towards the open door. But no one moved a muscle. Everyone had the determination in their face to see this through to the end--it was so quiet you could hear a pointy hat drop. Jaron waited for a few seconds, then smiled. "Thanks, guys. Onto the next order of business--any suggestions for defeating CrazyArcher?" Cowseatalot spoke up. "Seeing as we know nothing about him, we can't really decide on a plan of action, can we?" Others nodded in agreement. "That's true," Jaron said. "I guess we'll have to learn from experience...again."

All twenty-two of them walked to the Bank to grab some miscellaneous supplies, including food. "Hey, Jaron, I just thought of something," EaglesFan said. "What's that?" Jaron replied. "Isn't Reldo the librarian one of the most-informed people in the entire land of Runescape? And has run-ins with the god of evil himself? Maybe we ought to go there." "That's a good idea," 911 agreed. Others agreed as well. Jaron shrugged. "Fine by me. Let's walk to Varrock. Maybe we'll meet someone that knows something along the way." And with that, the clan had a new destination: the Varrock Palace Library.

Part 66: Teleporting Would Be So Much Faster, Y'know?

The group continued their walk to Varrock, wary along the way for any signs of trouble. "CrazyArcher and that jumping guy could be anywhere," Omegaman said, uneasy. Once or twice they heard footsteps nearby and all aimed their weapons at the noise, but it always turned out to be a Goblin or normal citizen. Past Barbarian Village, paranoia was in full force, so Jaron tried to take the group's mind off the matter. "So...anyone been this way lately?" "Nope, I've mostly been in Burthorpe lately," Twisas remarked. "I haven't been around this place, either," Petrenks said. "I usually just teleport into the city," Bebitwinnie replied. 911 was about to speak when he shut his mouth and looked around. "Wait...where are we?" "We're just west of Varrock," Bulldog said, grinning and rolling his eyes. "Isn't west of Varrock a forested area?" asked 911. Bulldog's grin faded as everyone looked around. Everywhere, there were tree stumps and the occasional unstrung longbow and shortbow across the ground. 'THUD!' They turned around to see a single female woodcutter, chopping down each tree with a single swing. She picked up a log, cut it with a knife, and threw the finished unstrung longbow to the side. Omegaman admired the craftsmanship on the bows--and they were everywhere! This was an offer too good to pass up. "Hi there. Uh...could I have a couple of these?" Omega called out to the woodcutter. She turned, and saw the group for the first time. "Oh, hi guys! Omega, you know you're always welcome to take what you want." She walked over to the group, but Jaron didn't notice.

Only four people, not twenty-two...shortbows and longbows everywhere, a ranger by my side. "Hi there. Uh...could I have a couple of these?" "Sure, take all you want. I'll be here all day, unless I go somewhere else." "That made no sense," the mage mumbled. The woodcutter introduced herself as Iissam333, and the four adventurers left for the Monastery.

"Jaron?" He blinked. The woodcutter was staring at him. "I said it's been a while. How are you?" He tried to find the right words. "Um...I'm fine, thanks...Iissam." She grinned and walked back to the trees, calling back. "Did that Magic Shortbow and those Rune Arrows ever do you any good?" (Magic Shortbow? Rune Arrows? I don't range often...why would I use them?) Jaron thought. But aloud, he said, "Yes, they did. Thanks!" Iissam smiled, happy to make someone's day. "Well, keep up the good work," Jaron said. Iissam nodded, and the group walked on. A little ways away, Omegaman turned to Jaron. "I thought you weren't much of a Ranger," Omega said. "I'm not," Jaron replied, puzzled at the whole thing. "I'm not bad at it, but it's not my method of choice. I like my Dragon Battle Axe; there's not many reasons I'd use a bow and arrow for anything." "And how'd you even know her?" asked Magicana. "One of those visions," Jaron replied. "We must have seen her before. She certainly remembers us, at least." "That seems to indicate that she wasn't part of the main group," Brandon pointed out. Jaron nodded and walked on.

Arriving in Varrock, they walked to the Palace. "It's huge...I've only been inside a couple of times," Coran said, admiring the outside. "Me too...as far as I know," Deathstorm added. Everything about Varrock Palace was magnificent. From the white tall spires to the large ornate doors, to the massive courtyard. They all walked inside, heading for the library. And after they had all entered, the Monk stepped out from behind one of the spires, on the roof of the Palace. Looking upon the empty courtyard below, he smiled, and waited for the group to return.

Part 67: Return of Reldo

Upon entering Varrock Palace, the twenty-two promptly headed for the library. Inside, they found Reldo, who looked shaken. He was alphabetizing books, but still quivered, as if he was afraid of something. Reldo saw the group enter, and turned to them, relaxing a little. "Ah, Jaron, it's good to see you," Reldo said with a sigh. Jaron smiled uneasily. "Um...it's good to see you too, Reldo. We were wondering...do you know anything about a guy named CrazyArcher?" Reldo sighed and nodded. "Yes, the Monk and CrazyArcher were both in here a short while ago." "Monk? Oh, you mean the jumping guy?" asked Tai. Reldo nodded. It seemed the jumping guy now had a name. Sort of. "What happened when they came?" Twisas asked. Reldo looked down. "I don't exactly know. They made me leave the room under threat of death. But I heard the evil lord's voice." "You mean Zamorak?" asked Blackhairtp. Reldo slightly winced at his name. "Yes...Zamorak. Anyway, I was near the entrance door, trying to listen, and all of a sudden this blast of heat came from inside. I thought maybe the library was on fire. I think we all heard what CrazyArcher said next." The group nodded, grimly. Reldo continued, "I believe CrazyArcher has regained...Zamorak's...powers. I didn't know what to do, but a few minutes later, I peeked inside, and both of them were gone. I've been working ever since, trying to take my mind off of it." Jaron went over the details in his head. (Okay...so CrazyArcher had Zamorak's powers before, and now again. How'd we stop him before? And what exactly could he do with those powers?)

Now it was EaglesFan's turn to speak. "Wait--you say he's regained Zamorak's powers-again? So, is he the one..." Reldo nodded and confirmed EaglesFan's suspicion. "Yes, CrazyArcher was the source of all that chaos not too long ago. You all remember...the huge pointy hats covering all the cities and trapping everyone inside, occasionally leading the Black Knight army against Falador, and all that other evil stuff he did. His second-in-command seemed to cause a bunch of trouble as well." "Second-in-command?" asked Jaron. "The Monk, of course," Reldo said, dryly. "Of course," Jaron replied. "Anyway, Reldo, do you have any idea how we can stop CrazyArcher?" Reldo thought on that for a bit. "You can always talk to Ykye. Remember him? The head Monk of the Monastery? Yep, he always seems to know about this sort of thing. Besides the Druids, of course." They thanked Reldo for his information, and left the library. "A Monk named Ykye? I guess that's where we're going next," Omega said, raising an eyebrow. "Seems that way," Jaron replied.

They left Varrock Palace, and gathered in a small circle to talk. "The Monastery's to the west, right?" asked Twisas. "Right," Bebitwinnie replied. Toxic, around the other side of the circle, saw something at the top of her vision. She looked up at the palace, and her eyes widened at what she saw. The others noticed her look of surprise and turned to see what she was looking at. And there he was--the Monk, on the tallest point of the Palace. Just then, a gigantic yellow pointy hat fell out of nowhere! It encompassed Varrock Palace and the group standing in the courtyard, but not much else. The yellow of the hat reflected the sunlight, so they could see. "CrazyArcher," Ultima Cow mumbled. The Monk jumped down from the spire of the palace, onto the roof just above the doorway. He was several feet off the ground, enough to attack the group in mere seconds. Jaron gave a hardened gaze at the Monk. "This seems familiar," the Monk said with an evil smile. "I wouldn't know," Jaron angrily replied. At this, the Monk laughed. "No, no, I guess you wouldn't. Maybe I should...refresh your memory," he said, holding at his side a poisoned Dragon Dagger.

Part 68: Poisonous Flashback

The Monk grinned, holding the dagger at his side. Barely atop the large doors to Varrock Palace, he was closer than any of them would have liked. The huge yellow pointy hat surrounding the Palace cut off any means of escape the group had in mind. "Try anything and we'll take you out," Brandon said, glaring at the Monk. The Monk laughed, and turned his eyes upward, as if trying to put the words together just right. "Ha! You won't be able to touch me. And I doubt you can fight well at all without your beloved leader." Most of the group just stared at the Monk, not realizing what he was talking about. But Jaron understood, as he tuned out reality...

Standing in front of Varrock Palace, again. And there was the Monk, standing atop it all. "We'll defeat you, no matter what you've got," said a nearby warrior. (Strange...he looks just like me. Wait--is that...what's his name...Shadow?) The Monk laughed and responded. "Ha! You won't be able to touch me. And I doubt you can fight well at all--" With a swift motion, the Monk's poisoned Dragon Dagger was in Jaron's arm. "--without your beloved leader." His vision fading, Jaron fainted.

"Without...beloved leader?" Jaron whispered to himself, blinking. Then, understanding, he turned his head up to the Monk. "Wait--that's what you said last time, right before you--" With another flick of the wrist, the Monk's dagger was again in Jaron's arm. Jaron felt the pain in his arm and looked to find the dagger embedded there. His eyes became glassy as he struggled to speak. "Shoot...not...again..." As Jaron fell over, unconscious, the Monk jumped down, took back his dagger, and jumped straight up to the tip of the yellow pointy hat. Once there, he cut a small hole in the top with his dagger and escaped. Omega, Ultima Cow, Bebitwinnie, Brandon, and Magicana had all had the same flashback as Jaron, except that they hadn't fainted at the end of it. They knew the severity of the situation. Omega turned to the others. "Okay, let me just say this has happened before. We need an anti-poison, and we need it fast. Bustergod, do you still have any of yours left from the KBD trip?" Bustergod produced from his armor an empty vial, and sadly shook his head. Omega sighed and looked around. This time, the hat encompassed only the Palace, not the entire city. "We need to get to the Bank and withdraw one," Bebitwinnie said. Magicana walked up to the side of the large yellow hat and tried to cut it with his Rune 2-Hander. He didn't have any luck, though. "We won't be getting out of here that easily," Magicana observed. Omega looked up. There was a small opening now at the top of the hat, which the Monk had created. (Apparently, his dagger was sharper than their weapons.) But there was no way for them to get up there--it was hopeless. Bebitwinnie took the matter into her own hands and held out her Air Staff and a Law Rune. "Camelot Teleport!" she cried aloud. Yet the orb on her staff didn't even glow. Teleports were useless, it seemed. Omega confirmed this, trying to use his Ring of Dueling to get out, but the same thing happened--which was nothing. And Jaron was looking worse with each passing minute. "Man, that's some tough poison," Bulldog remarked. Omega sat down. "What are we going to do?" he mused. Ultima Cow sat beside him. "I suppose my Amulet of Glory is useless," he muttered. "Probably. None of the teleports work," Omegaman replied. Ultima Cow held his Amulet of Glory and turned it over, looking at it. Then he saw a strange sight--something stuck to the back of his Amulet of Glory. "That's weird...have you ever seen anything like this?" asked Ultima Cow, pointing to a small flat blue square on the back of his amulet. Omega shook his head. "I've never noticed it before," Ultima Cow said, puzzled. "Maybe you added it recently, and your memory of it was erased," Deathstorm said, offhand. Ultima Cow's eyes widened, and he stood up, looking around. "Al Kharid Teleport!" he yelled, holding the Amulet high. And with a purple flash (with a hint of blue) he was gone, leaving the other 21 alone.

Part 69: E.T.A. of Death by Poison

Ultima Cow reappeared in the middle of Al Kharid Palace courtyard and looked around. The first sensation he felt was the heat of the desert, and then realizing where he was, he stared down at his Amulet of Glory. (Maybe Deathstorm was right...I must have powered up my Amulet in case anything like this ever happened again. Well, it's a good thing, anyway,) he thought to himself. Wasting no time, he ran straight to the Bank and withdrew an Anti-Poison. But then a situation presented itself. (Shoot...how am I going to get back in? Magicana couldn't even cut it with his sword...I wouldn't be able to do anything with just my staff.) Feeling hopeless, and knowing that every second counted, he sat at a Bank Booth in despair and tried to evaluate his options.

The other twenty sat near Jaron in Varrock Palace's courtyard. They couldn't do anything at all, as nothing but an Anti-Poison could help Jaron, and the Monk had escaped already through the top of the hat. Jaron was, of course, unconscious, breathing hard, and starting to sweat. "Whatever poison that was, it's quick. It usually takes longer than it did for someone to look that bad," ACher said, referring to Jaron. Omega glanced over, and hung his head. (What are we going to do? Think, think...hurry, Ultima Cow...)

In the Al Kharid Bank, Ultima Cow stood up, still unsure of what to do. He walked outside and started looking around, looking for anything that could get him inside that hat. Cutting it? That wouldn't work. Teleporting? It was probably possible to teleport into the hat, but no teleports known to mankind would go straight to Varrock Palace courtyard. The Varrock Teleport itself stopped at the fountain, only yards away. Looking out across the city, Ultima Cow was deep in thought. Then he saw something, and was filled with hope for a short time. (That could work...but I would need...hmm...how can I...shoot.) Then another idea hit him, and he ran to a nearby stall--the silk stall. "Hi, would you like to buy some silk?" asked the Silk Seller in a monotonous tone. "Yes, I would," Ultima Cow replied. "Well, thanks anyway--wait--you said you would?" asked the Silk Seller in disbelief. Not many people bought silk; it really had no use except for resale in Ardougne, but that was a pain, and not really worth the effort. Ultima Cow bought 25 pieces of silk and ran off to the east.

The Crafting Store owner was surprised to see a mage come bounding in. "I need (gasp) a needle and (pant) a lot of (huff) thread," Ultima Cow said, out of breath. The Storekeeper looked at Ultima Cow strangely. Ultima Cow glared back. "Please! It's an emergency of life or death!" Finally happy to have a large purpose in life besides selling jewelry moulds, the Storekeeper grabbed a few needles and several spools of thread and gave them to Ultima Cow, who paid for them quickly. Without any hesitation, Ultima Cow took everything to a nearby table and laid the silk out in rows. Not the best Crafter, yet certainly not the worst, he sewed the pieces of silk together, end to end.

They were just over Varrock now. "I see...that is one huge hat!" exclaimed the Gnome Glider Flyer. Ultima Cow nodded, and pointed to a small hole in the top. "How close can you get me?" he asked. "I've been doing this for years. You pick the time to jump off. Good luck," replied the gnome, heading in a course that would take him barely inches over the top of the hat.

Everyone inside the hat was getting worried. If Ultima Cow didn't arrive soon, Jaron would die. Period. Suddenly, a shadow befell the entire hat. "Hey, who blocked out the sun?" asked Toxic. "Ultima Cow did!" exclaimed ACher, looking up. Indeed, Ultima Cow had popped through the small hole at the top of the hat, where the Monk had left! He blocked the sunlight for a bit, and then started to fall down through. "What the heck is he thinking?" yelled Omega. "He's too high up! He'll die when he hits the ground at this rate!" agreed Cowseatalot. And then something pink appeared above Ultima Cow. "It's a parachute!" laughed Petrenks. A collective sigh of relief came from the group, as Ultima Cow safely landed nearby. He handed the Anti-Poison to Omega, even as the others walked up. "You're a genius!" smiled Bebitwinnie, examining the 5x5 grid of silk. "I have my moments," Ultima Cow grinned, walking over to Jaron. Omegaman had the Anti-poison in Jaron's mouth, and looked up. "That sure was a good idea you had," he said. "Thanks," Ultima Cow replied. Then Ultima Cow looked down and smacked Omega. "Oh yeah." He took the Anti-poison vial out of Jaron's mouth, who woke up with a few coughs. "*cough cough* ...Let me breathe, why don't you?" "That seems familiar," Brandon said, lost in thought.

Part 70: What to Do Now?

Jaron sat up, looking around. "...We seem to be in a giant hat," he said. "How very observant of you," Twisas said, grinning. Jaron rolled his eyes and stood up, while Ultima Cow explained his travels through Al Kharid. "Aren't we forgetting something, though? Now how do we get out?" Tai asked. Ultima Cow looked up to see a rope fall through the hole in the top part of the hat. Ropes usually weren't very long, but as they all watched, they noticed that this rope was actually several ropes tied end to end, and easily reached the ground. Ultima Cow smiled. "I figured getting the Anti-poison here was first and foremost. So I asked the Gnome Glider guy to toss a rope down afterwards to let us out. He said he'd get his gliding friends, and they'd all take us safely to the ground." Jaron patted Ultima Cow on the back, partially for congratulations and partially because he was still dizzy. "Seems you've thought of everything," Jaron said.

It didn't take long for all of them to climb up the rope. Once out of the hat, there were several Gnome Gliders waiting to take them to the ground below. After thanking the Gnome Gliders for their help, and repaying them for their kindness in gold, Jaron and the others walked into the Varrock West Bank. "So then, the usual question, Jaron," Omega said. "Which is, let me guess, 'Where now?'" Jaron replied. Omega smiled and nodded; Jaron looked around. "I figured we'd probably go see that Ykye fellow. We were heading that way in the first place, before the big hat trapped us in. Reldo said he was in the Monastery, right? Well, then that's where now."

The Monastery was pretty close by, as things go. Just past Barbarian Village, mostly. Upon climbing the ladder into the actual Monastery, a Monk of Saradomin came up to them. "We're here to see...Ykye," Jaron said. The Monk looked over the group. "Fine. But they can't come," the Monk said, pointing to Omega and Deathstorm. They looked perplexed. "Us? Why not?" asked Deathstorm. "Chances are it must have been something we did in the past," Omega said. "Let's go, Deathstorm. We'll wait outside." The remaining twenty followed the Monk to Ykye's room.

Upon entering, Ykye was sitting in a chair, reading. He looked up and then stood, smiling. "Ah, Jaron! How are you? I never got a chance to ask you--how was the pizza?" (Here we go again,) Jaron thought. "Um, nice to see you again; very good, thanks; and we have a question to ask of you," he replied. "By all means, go ahead." "Well, Ykye, CrazyArcher's alive again, and we need to find a way to stop him and his Monk. Reldo told us you might have an idea." Ykye thought it over. "Yes, I was told of CrazyArcher's doings by some of the White Knights. As for a way to stop them, sadly, I don't have one. But I do have reason to believe that you may find the two of them back where they call 'home'." "Which is...?" asked Jaron. "West of Ardougne, of course. You must remember," Ykye said. Jaron nodded. "Ah, yes, west of Ardougne, right. We'll best be off then. Thank you very much for the information."

The entire group gathered just south of the Monastery. "That didn't take long," Blackhairtp stated matter-of-factly. "You're getting good at bluffing," 911 said. "I keep wondering how much I've missed out on," Jaron replied, sadly. "Anyway, Ultima Cow, Bebitwinnie, think you can teleport us to Ardougne?" "No problem!" they both said. And with the combined forces of four Water Runes and four Law Runes, the group vanished.

Part 71: A Strange Day Gets Weirder

The group reappeared in the middle of Ardougne's Market Square. "So, west then," Bnjy stated. Jaron nodded. But then, as if interrupting them, Brandon's stomach growled. As if nothing had happened, Brandon simply said "I'm hungry. Can I go buy a cake?" Jaron smiled and nodded. "Sure, I guess, just meet us back here in a minute."

Brandon walked over to the Bakery Stall. He was pretty good at Thieving, and could have easily taken a cake, but he was feeling honest today. He also wasn't in a stealing sort of mood. So, as such, coming up to the stall, he reached into his pocket for some gold coins. "Excuse me," he said to the Baker. "Can I buy this cake?" The Baker took one look at Brandon and waved to someone nearby. Just then, Brandon felt a firm grip on his arm. "There you are. Returning to the scene of the crime, eh?" said a gruff voice. Brandon, puzzled, turned to see a Guard looking him straight in the eyes. "Huh? Crime? I haven't done anything," Brandon started. "Ah, sure you haven't," the Guard replied, rolling his eyes and giving a short laugh. The Baker just smiled. He had his baked goods stolen all the time, but it wasn't often that any of the thieves were brought to justice. But, of course, Brandon had done nothing. "Seriously, I want to buy a cake," Brandon said, holding out his money. The Guard was through with playing games. "Now you look here. I saw you with my own two eyes, stealing a cake from here just a minute ago. I would've come here myself, but I was too busy dealing with a pickpocket. You can't even try to tell me you didn't do anything--we all know you did." Brandon had no idea what was going on, and even worse, no idea what to do. Guards nearly never mistook someone for someone else...how'd he get into this?

"What's taking Brandon so long to get a cake?" asked EaglesFan. "I dunno, let's go find out," Low Scorer agreed. Some of the group walked the distance to the Bakery Stall to find Brandon there, talking with a Guard. It seemed he was under arrest for something. "Brandon, you didn't steal anything, did you?" 911 asked. "Of course not! Not today, anyway," Brandon replied. The Guard laughed and gave a tug on Brandon's arm. "Bah! I saw you myself, I say! Now you've got two choices, you little thief. One--we ship you off to Port Sarim jail, where you stay a day or two." Brandon shook his head. "I can't go to jail! Runescape's fate hangs in the balance, and I have to be somewhere!" "How many times have I heard that before," the Guard smiled. "Anyway, your other choice is to fight Master Paladin." "Who's Master Paladin?" Bebitwinnie asked. Turning to her, the Guard replied, "His name says it all. He's the best darn Paladin we've got in Ardougne, and almost no one's ever won a match against him." Out of options, Brandon sighed. "I guess I'll have to fight."

The Guards cleared everyone out of Ardougne Market Square for the fight. A tall, well-built Paladin in full shining armor and a bright silver pointy hat walked into the Square and over to where Brandon and the Guard were. The Guard spoke up, and addressed not only the two, but the entire crowd. "Here's the rules. The first person to get the other one on the ground, with their weapon to his throat, wins. Don't kill if you don't have to. If you win," the Guard said to Brandon, "you can go. If you lose, we ship you off to jail anyway." Brandon gulped and nodded. The Guard yelled "GO!" and ran to the sidelines, as Brandon pulled out his Dragon Halberd. The Paladin himself pulled out a large silver Longsword. Brandon tried to take a few swipes at the Paladin with his Halberd, but the Paladin kept warding off the blows with his own sword. Once, the Paladin thrust his sword forward, causing Brandon to jump backwards and fall over. He barely got up and away in time to not lose the match.

Jaron and the others stood helplessly at the sidelines. "What do you think are the chances he'll win?" asked Omega. "Not likely," Jaron said, sadly. "Brandon's a great fighter, but his Halberd is slow against that Longsword. One-on-one, he's not the favorite to win." Just then, out of the blue, a loud "THUD!" was heard, and the crowd gasped as they saw a Rune Arrow embedded in back of the Paladin's armor. The arrow hadn't penetrated the armor, but it had fazed its wearer. The Paladin turned to see who had shot at him, and Brandon, seizing possibly his only chance, knocked the Paladin to the ground from behind and held his Halberd near his neck. The Guard announced that, with or without the interference, Brandon had still won. The crowd went wild! All except for Jaron, who was counting heads. (18, 19, 20; 22 including me and Brandon. That makes the whole group. Then who shot the arrow?) He looked around, and finally saw movement on the second floor of a nearby building. He couldn't make out who it was, though, and the purple flash of a teleport showed that he wouldn't be finding out anytime soon.

Part 72: Enough Fooling Around

Brandon, grinning and free from the Guard's watch, walked over to the group. "You won!" praised Bebitwinnie. "Yep, but I wouldn't have if you didn't shoot that arrow," Brandon replied, looking at Omega. Omega shook his head. "I didn't shoot that arrow," he said. Brandon turned to Twisas and Toxic, both rangers, but neither of them had shot it, either. "Then who did?" wondered Magicana. Jaron spoke up. "I think I saw whoever did, but I couldn't get a good view, and they teleported off anyway. At any rate, you didn't actually steal anything? It's not like a Guard to be wrong about that sort of stuff." Brandon nodded, "I know, it's weird. I was thinking the same thing myself. Well, shall we head west, then?" With everyone ready, the group set off.

"This must be the place," Ultima Cow said, surveying the area. The trees nearby were wilted and dying; some of the trees were dead and large gravestones adorned the path. The group walked right into the middle of a big circle. Many of the gravestones were facing the circle. "So...do you think he's really here?" asked Bulldog. "I'm really here," came a voice. They turned to see a smiling CrazyArcher (with a Dragon-red colored hat on his head) standing atop one of the gravestones. At this, they readied their weapons, and CrazyArcher uttered an evil laugh, showing his amusement. Effortlessly, he rose into the sky, high above their heads. They all craned their necks up to watch his movements for any sign of attack, until suddenly they heard a clicking sound. Looking back down, Jaron did a double-take. Somewhere around 25 Monks of Zamorak had risen from behind the tombstones, where they obviously had been hiding. And every single one of them had a crossbow aimed at the group. Each crossbow contained a strange-looking arrow with a blackened tip which looked like a potion. "Oh shoot, the arrows are poisoned with something," Jaron muttered. "Ha ha HA!!! You fell for it again, you morons!" yelled CrazyArcher from above. "Like we knew it ever happened once," Omega yelled back.

CrazyArcher yelled orders to his troops below. "Shoot and kill them all! Then go make yourselves dinner or something...I'm going to Camelot." With a purple flash above their heads, CrazyArcher disappeared. And not a second later, every arrow was let flying towards the group. Each hit its mark, on an arm, a leg, or whatever. Toxic fell to her knees; she had taken an arrow in the back. She mumbled something incoherently and fell over, asleep. "Do you think it's the same stuff the Monk used on Twisas?" Ultima Cow mumbled questioningly to Jaron. He was barely able to answer back. "I sure hope not...but if we all fall asleep, the Monks will finish the job...we have to kill them first..." At that, they all aimed their weapons at the nearby Monks and did their best to take them out. One by one, the members of the clan slumped over and fainted, but one by one, the inexperienced Monks died from their attack. (The Monks really weren't that well-trained in combat, mostly in ambush techniques.) In the end, only a minute later, all the Monks that hadn't died had fled the scene. And the last of the group gave in to the blackness of sleep.

Maybe an hour later, Toxic woke up. And one by one, in the order they had fallen, the others did, too. Jaron looked around, a little dizzy. "So CrazyArcher went to Camelot..." He turned to the others, who also didn't look that well-off, either. "I don't think that...poison has worn off..." Bustergod mumbled. It was now certain something was wrong...none of them had much strength, barely enough to walk. Ultima Cow groggily walked over to Jaron. "We can't fight in this condition...we should go see that Druid in Taverly..." Jaron slowly nodded. "I agree...if you guys can teleport us to Falador, we'll walk the rest of the way..." Even with every instinct in their bodies telling them they didn't have the strength to cast a spell, Ultima Cow and Bebitwinnie were somehow able to send the group to Falador.