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Search the drawers in the pub north of Ardougne Castle. In a town where thieves steal from stalls, search for some drawers in the upstairs of a house near the bank. Kill any guard located around East Ardougne for a medium key. Then, search the drawers in the upstairs hallway of Jerico 's house, which is the house with pigeon cages located south of the northern East Ardougne bank.

In a town where wizards are known to gather, search upstairs in a large house to the north.

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Travel to Yanille and head to the house northwest of the bank. Kill a man nearby to receive a key. Go upstairs in the house and search the chest. In a village made of bamboo, look for some crates under one of the houses. Search the crate by the house at the northern point of the broken jungle fence in Tai Bwo Wannai. Kill one of the wizards for the key.

Search the drawers in the basement of the Wizards' Tower south of Draynor Village. Fairy Ring D-I-S. Search the upstairs drawers of a house in a village where pirates are known to have a good time. The house in the south-east corner of Brimhaven , north-east of Davon's Amulet Store. You will receive a challenge scroll that you have to answer.

Answer: Hajedy is found by the cart , located just south of the Brimhaven docks.

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Hazelmere is located east of Yanille. The code C L S will take you directly next to his house. Kangai Mau is found in the Shrimp and Parrot in Brimhaven. Ulizius is the monk who guards the gate into Mort Myre Swamp.

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Talk to Roavar in the Canifis tavern. The dead, red dragon watches over this chest. He must really dig the view. Search the chest underneath the Red Dragon's head in the Exam Centre. Search the crate in Bailey 's house on the Fishing Platform. Inside the Ranging Guild. Search the crate behind the northern most building. This crate is mine, all mine, even if it is in the middle of the desert. Center of Desert Mining Camp. Search the crates.

Requires the metal key from Tourist Trap to enter. The treasure is buried in a small building full of bones. Here is a hint: it's not near a graveyard. It's in the western building at the Rag and Bone Man 's site near the limestone quarry east of Varrock. Dig south of the box of bones in the smaller building. You'll need to look for a town with a central fountain. Look for a locked chest in the town's chapel. Search the chest by the stairs in the Varrock church, east of the palace.

My body is the colour of burnt orange and crawls among those with eight. Three mouths I have, yet I cannot eat. My blinking blue eye hides my grave. Dig on top of the sapphire spawn in the Spiders ' nest in level 46 Wilderness north-west of Lava Dragon Isle. And so on, and so on, and so on. Walking from the land of many unimportant things leads to a choice of paths.

Dig on Etceteria next to the evergreen tree in front of the castle walls. A great view - watch the rapidly drying hides get splashed. Check the box you are sitting on. Talk to Abbot Langley in the monastery near Edgeville. Aggie I see, Lonely and southern I feel I am neither inside nor outside the house yet no house would be complete without me.

Your treasure lies beneath me. Dig outside the window of Aggie the Witch's house in Draynor Village. Dig 2 steps east and 1 step south of the center of the fairy ring. Dig 4 steps east and 4 steps south of the center of the fairy ring Mudskipper Point. Dig 1 step east and 3 steps south of the center of the fairy ring by the Lighthouse. Dig 6 steps north and 2 steps east of the center of the fairy ring.

Between where the best are commemorated for a year, and a celebratory cup, not just for beer. Dig 1 steps south and 2 steps west of the center of the fairy ring. Partial completion of the Holy Grail quest is required to enter this area. Dig 6 steps north and 3 steps west of the center of the fairy ring Fairytale II - Cure a Queen or 50 Agility required.

Dig 9 steps west of the center of the fairy ring. Dig 2 steps south and 2 steps west of the center of the fairy ring. Answer: 8. Come to the evil ledge , Yew know yew want to. Try not to get stung. Dig in Edgeville , just east of the southern yew tree. Covered in shadows, the centre of the circle is where you will find the answer.

Dig in the centre of Mort'ton , where the roads intersect. Just south of Razmire Keelgan. Dig 7 steps north and 4 steps east of the center of the fairy ring. Dig 1 step north and 3 steps east of the center of the fairy ring north east of Rellekka. Dig in the chicken pen inside the Champions' Guild. Requires 32 quest points to enter. Four blades I have, yet draw no blood; Still I turn my prey to powder.

If you are brave, come search my roof; It is there my blades are louder. Lumbridge windmill , search the crates on the top floor. Talk to General Bentnoze , found in the topmost part of Goblin Village ; he'll give you a puzzle box. Speak to Saniboch at the Brimhaven Dungeon entrance. His head might be hollow, but the crates nearby are filled with surprises. Search the crates near the Clay golem in the ruins of Uzer.

Speak to Brother Kojo in the Clock Tower. In the city where merchants are said to have lived, talk to a man with a splendid cape, but a hat dropped by goblins. Talk to the head chef in Cooks' Guild west of Varrock. Remember to wear a Chef's Hat. I am a token of the greatest love. I have no beginning or end. My eye is red, I can fit like a glove. Go to the place where it's money they lend, And dig by the gate to be my friend.

Dig by the gate in the basement of the West Varrock bank. I lie lonely and forgotten in mid wilderness, where the dead rise from their beds. Feel free to quarrel and wind me up and dig while you shoot their heads. Directly under the crossbow respawn in the Graveyard of Shadows in level 18 Wilderness. If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track. Speak to the keeper of my trail. Speak to Gerrant in the fish shop in Port Sarim. Search the carts in the northern part of the Dwarven Mine.

Speak to Ellena at Catherby fruit tree patch. Identify the back of this over-acting brother. He's a long way from home. Talk to Hamid , the monk at the altar in the Duel Arena. You will receive a puzzle box. If you look closely enough, it seems that the archers have lost more than their needles. Search the haystack by the south corner of the Rangers' Guild.

You need level 40 Ranged to access it. I have many arms but legs, I have just one, I have little family but my seed, You can grow on, I am not dead, yet I am but a spirit, and my power on your quests, you will earn the right to free it. Spirit tree in Tree Gnome Village. Talk to Mawnis Burowgar in Neitiznot. Fremennik Isles jester part required. Mine was the strangest birth under the sun.

I left the crimson sack, yet life had not begun. Entered the world, and yet was seen by none. Inside Karamja Volcano , dig directly underneath the red spiders' eggs respawn. My home is grey, and made of stone; A castle with a search for a meal. Hidden in some drawers I am, across from a wooden wheel.

Open the drawers inside the room with the spinning wheel on the first floor of Lumbridge Castle. My name is like a tree, yet it is spelt with a 'g'. Come see the fur which is right near me. Speak to Wilough , next to the fur merchant in Varrock Square. My giant guardians below the market streets would be fans of rock and roll, if only they could grab hold of it. Dig near my green bubbles! Dig near the cauldron by moss giants under Varrock Sewers. A slash weapon or knife is required to navigate through the sewers. Search the boxes around the hut where the broken dwarf cannon is, close to the start of the Dwarf Cannon quest Northwest of the Fishing Guild.

Often sought out by scholars of histories past, find me where words of wisdom speak volumes. Speak to an examiner at the Exam Centre. You might need to talk to several different examiners. Search the bookcase in the basement of Wizards' Tower. Dig next to a fishing spot on the south-east side of Burgh de Rott. Talk to Sir Prysin in Varrock Palace. Talk to Hans roaming around Lumbridge Castle. Captain Bleemadge , the gnome glider pilot, is found at the top of White Wolf Mountain.

The cheapest water for miles around, but they react badly to religious icons. Talk to Zul-Cheray in a house near the sacrificial boat at Zul-Andra. This village has a problem with cartloads of the undead. Try checking the bookcase to find an answer. Search the bookcase by the doorway of the building just south-east of the Shilo Village Gem Mine. The beasts to my east snap claws and tails, The rest to my west can slide and eat fish. The force to my north will jump and they'll wail, Come dig by my fire and make a wish. Dig by the torch in the Ardougne Zoo , between the penguins and the scorpions.

Speak to Oziach in Edgeville. Talk to the Guardian mummy inside the Pyramid Plunder minigame in Sophanem. Partial completion of Icthlarin's Little Helper is required. Speak to Lord Iorwerth in the elven camp near Prifddinas. Ryan Christensen Goodreads Author ,. Brandon Christensen Editor. Lucas Lee Illustrator. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Alex Morganti Illustrator. Upcoming Events. No scheduled events. Add an event.

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Go back to the top of the page, the dream says, and leave out the suicides. In my dream I walk and Jane Mead b. Wayde Compton b. Full Moon My bands of silk and miniver Momently grew heavier; The black gauze was beggarly thin; The ermine muffled mouth and chin; I could not suck the moonlight in. Harlequin in lozenges Of love and hate, I walked in these Striped and ragged rigmaroles; Along the pavement my footsoles Elinor Wylie Emily Dickinson Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.

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Two Hours on the Train During two hours on the train I rerun the film of my life Two minutes per year on average Half an hour for childhood Another half-hour for prison Love, books, wandering take up the rest the hand of my companion gradually melts into mine and her head on my shoulder is as light as a dove When we Richard Harrison Newfoundland Sealing Disaster Sent to the ice after white coats, rough outfit slung on coiled rope belts, they stooped to the slaughter: gaffed pups, slit them free of their spotless pelts.

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Let me count the ways How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they Elizabeth Barrett Browning Pierre Nepveu b. William Carlos Wiliams Not Horses What I adore is not horses, with their modern domestic life span of 25 years. Natalie Shapero b. Hoa Nguyen b. Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save Robert Frost The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould, Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold. Among the wild rice in the still lagoon, In monotone the lizard shrills his tune. The wild goose, Pauline Johnson O wilt thou therefore rise from me?

Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; If it could speak as well John Donne Image-Nation 21 territory wandering to the other, wandering the spiritual realities, skilled in all ways of contending, he did not search out death or courage, did not found something, a country, or Robin Blaser Up-Hill Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

Yes, to the very end. From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? Christina Rossetti The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I Have Not Lingered in European Monasteries I have not lingered in European monasteries and discovered among the tall grasses tombs of knights who fell as beautifully as their ballads tell; I have not parted the grasses or purposefully left them thatched Leonard Cohen You thought this myth arose from poor translation.

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The phrases. The things you said. Snowflake patterns. Leaf diagrams. Russell Thornton b. Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head William Ernest Henley Portrait of Alice with Elvis Queen and King, they rule side by side in golden thrones above the clouds. Stephanie Bolster b. England in An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow. Percy Bysshe Shelley We romped until the pans Slid Theodore Roethke Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

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So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing Edgar Albert Guest The New Experience I was ready for a new experience. All the old ones had burned out. They lay in little ashy heaps along the roadside And blew in drifts across the fairgrounds and fields. The Charge of the Light Brigade I. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

Charge for the guns! Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. When Winter Comes Rain at Muchalat, rain at Sooke, And rain, they say, from Yale to Skeena, And the skid-roads blind, and never a look Of the Coast Range blue over Malaspina, And west winds keener Than jack-knife blades, And rocks grown greener With the long drip-drip from the cedar shades On the drenched deep soil where the footsteps Marjorie Pickthall The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.

The firefly wakens; waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.