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Location
You will find butterflies all across the world but they are not guaranteed to be in the same place each day. There are 20 locations where a butterfly will be guaranteed to spawn however, and these are at the following locations (though the butterflies will wander around the area).
Click here to view the locations.
The Event
Butterflies
Falador
Speak to Memstix who is located east of the Falador lodestone 
to find out about the butterflies, although you don't need to speak to him if you just want to get on with catching them. Butterflies are found all over Gielinor and can be caught by clicking on them.
Catching butterflies can give you slight bonuses to your life, prayer or summoning points; or instant renewal of your life, prayer or summoning points, or run energy. Some butterflies will also unlock a memory of Guthix's life. You can experience these again by speaking to the druid.
Those with guthixian clothing may notice that you are more successful at catching butterflies while wearing these garments.
You can collect a maximum of 20 butterflies a day.
Rune Essence
Runestax, located near Memstix, is stood next to a huge pile of Rune essence. You may pay your respects to Guthix by laying a piece of rune essence on the tribute stone.
This pile will increase in size as more essence is added to it (and it counts all essence contributions across all worlds). If the pile becomes large enough (it needs to reach 100,000 rune essence by April 1st 2013), you will be able to use it as both a Prayer and Summoning altar and you will also be able to change back to normal Prayers from the Ancient Curses.
Rewards
There are several items that Memstix will provide you. To access these items, ask Memstix about his "free stuff".
XP
When you successfully catch a butterfly you will be granted XP in your lowest skill. This reward works like the tear reward in the Tears of Guthix minigame. Only members have access to this reward.
Memories
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Some butterflies unlock the memories of Guthix.
- Click here to read memory 1
...never saw Aagi more alive than the day her horns appeared. It was as if she saw her whole adult life ahead of her, and it filled her with excitement.
'What shall I be, daddy? What shall I do?' I told her she could be and do whatever she wanted. That made her even more excited.
She came up with dozens of plans: she would be a diviner; a light-sculptor; a butterfly catcher. I sat with her and tried to explain what each role involved.
She had so much to learn about the world, but she was so eager. It was too early to guess about what she would be - what she would have been...
- Click here to read memory 2
...a chance to teach Aagi about the tradition of hospitality. She sat on the nomad’s lap and nodded like a serious grown-up, although I don’t think she understood his story.
The nomad told us about a magical disturbance near Askroth. The diviners were ecstatic; saying that it had opened up whole new lines of research.
The most popular theory was that it was a portal, and that it was yet to fully open. A portal to another world! The diviners were arranging a welcoming committee...
- Click here to read memory 3
...since dawn in the refugee camp, and I was exhausted. The news from Askroth became worse with each band to arrive.
The great city of Askroth was no more. Terrified refugees spoke of a blue man the size of a mountain. The diviners had angered him, they said, and in that anger he had razed the city.
They pointed to a building on the horizon, built on the ruins of Askroth. The giant's army was marching downriver. Our cities were assembling armies of their own, but I didn’t see how they would stand a...
- Click here to read memory 4
...her sleep had been uneasy. Aagi slept with a frown, clutching her butterfly net. My heart ached to see her - my daughter, yet a child, who had lived her meagre few centuries in times of war. How long had it been since I'd heard her laugh? I considered sending her away with the refugees, more of whom left each year, but they were running out of places to go.
At daybreak, a distant sound roused me. I dashed outside to witness a huge, tusked creature crashing upon the white fortress of the blue giant.
The blue giant materialised and grappled with the beast. My heart cried out with hope. Perhaps, finally, this strange beast was our salvation...
- Click here to read memory 5
...the boar-like beast was mindless. She did not wish to be worshipped, like the blue giant did: for all her power, she was but an animal, enraged and hungry for carnage.
A brutish race of squat, purple creatures followed behind her, killing and stealing in her wake, broad grins on their faces. The beast paid them no heed.
It would not be long before the strange beast reached our homestead. I made a bed for Aagi in the storm cellar, and bade her to stay out of sight. I was not one for violence, but I still had the scavenged blade, and who else was there to stand between those creatures and...
- Click here to read memory 6
...the world ablaze, my neighbours dead all around. Even the blue giant had abandoned our world, leaving it to the strange beast. A group of the boar's purple brutes turned their visors toward me.
Then, I saw it: the beast itself – huge and hoofed like a wild boar, thick hair down her side, and horns arcing over a slavering, hungry mouth. Before my people had died, they had given her a name: Tuska.
Tiny, bead-like eyes measured me. I hid my head in my hands and wished for a quick death.
There was a crashing. I hid my head still...
- Click here to read memory 7
...a new creature set upon Tuska. Tall and muscled, he was a great warrior, wielding a sword that crackled and sparked.
Tuska's warband of squat, purple creatures screamed 'Death to Skargaroth!' as if they had met the hulking warrior before. They piled onto him, biting and stabbing. Blood poured from one of Tuska's eyes, and she careened wildly, wounded in the melee.
Still, Tuska span around and gored Skargaroth's side with her tusks. Skargaroth bellowed and dropped his sword, madly tumbling. I moved out of the way, and Skargaroth crashed into my homestead...
- Click here to read memory 8
...I felt nothing. I was numb, and Aagi's name was a lump in my throat. The storm cellar was crushed. I could sense an emptiness in the universe as Aagi - my only daughter - died under the unconscious form of Skargaroth.
Tuska - the boar beast - charged at Skargaroth, but I was in the way. I rolled aside and aimed a thrust of the sword at Tuska's remaining eye. Tuska howled and charged blindly away, her pack of squat, purple creatures rushing to follow.
Filled with fury, I moved towards Skargaroth as he staggered away. I resolved to bury the blade into the brute's back...
- Click here to read memory 9
...understanding flooded through me as Skargaroth's blood covered my hands. I was drawn to isolated thoughts, while other details rushed by. But this I knew: there were artefacts, left by elders who came before. These items were conduits for their power, used to refine, to create on smaller scales, to create perfection.
Twelve items, like the sword. A flash of recognition - one was worn by Saradomin: the blue giant. It had drawn Tuska and Skargaroth to our...my world.
The crown located other artefacts, but it would - in turn - attract those who kept them...
- Click here to read memory 10
...found I could move between worlds - opening portals with cuts of the sword. I lost count of the number I visited. Some were dead, and others rotten with war, but others were filled with life.
There was a world that had no distinction between the natural and the artificial, and all things were tended by squat, diligent craftsmen.
There was a world of serene crystal, where immortal artists and philosophers contemplated thoughts that I could barely comprehend.
There was a moon - close to a lush-looking planet - whose tiny winged inhabitants opened portals to explore the wonders of the multiverse...
- Click here to read memory 11
...my search ended. This...this was what I had been looking for, yet until I set foot here I had not known it. So much beauty...a world completely unspoiled.
Of all the worlds I had travelled to, this one felt a masterwork of creation. All others had been mere steps towards what lay before me. I was finally at peace.
I searched this world as if a giddy child – every discovery a revelation. Many of the elders' artefacts were here - a staff, a horn, a stone - but I knew their power and kept them hidden.
This world was not solely for me. This was a world to be shared with races most deserving...
- Click here to read memory 12
...confided my intentions to Seren. We'd grown close, and I had no intention of abandoning her. I wanted to persuade her to likewise leave Gielinor – if the world was to be for mortals, then neither of us should remain. Her eyes glistened with crystal and with tears, but I believed she would leave her people to rest with me...
- Click here to read memory 13
...had no need of mortals to help construct my new dwelling. The stone gave me more power than before.
I considered telling my people - the people - what I was doing, but I decided against it. A promise to someday return would only fuel the worship they have begun to show me.
No, It would be better just to fade away. My appearances have grown fewer and fewer. My final disappearance would have no fanfare.
They could not sustain my cult forever if I withdrew all evidence of my existence. I would sleep in my hidden dwelling until they forgot me.
They would be happier then. Happy and free. Seren promised that she would follow me, after leaving her people in...
- Click here to read memory 14
...thought that I had been transported to another world. But no. Through the haze of pain I made out the mountains and coastlines I had loved when they had been covered with greenery.
Then, I saw him: the blue giant. He looked just as he had when he helped destroy my world. He was locked in battle with another.
The stone had made me more powerful than them. It was easy for me to open portals and cast them out of my world.
But it was my lack of foresight that had led to this. In my eagerness to let the mortals live without me, I had forgotten the other gods and their ambition.
I would not make that mistake again. Even as I wept over my wounded world, I built new defences for it: a magical shield that...
- Click here to read memory 15
...The creatures still remembered me, and I could not help but reveal myself to them as I rebuilt. Yet, I still wanted them to forget.
The world was as safe as I could make it. I resolved to sleep once more, for as long as it took.
No gods, no war. Nature, balance, freedom, and peace...
Development Team
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Developer:
Frédérique G
Designer:
Dave O
Editor:
William D, Dave O
Memory writers:
John A, Stephen R, Sarah-Jane W
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| Graphics: |
Characters:
Damian C
Animations:
Tim T
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| Quality Assurance: |
Core Testers:
(Project Lead:Thomas H)
Kristina S, Sarah-Jane W
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| Audio: |
Audio:
Adam B
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