Cataclysm
By Fadeen | April 28, 2015
In the end though.. she had stilled.. the illusion shattered.
He sat at the end of the bed, his eyes peering about the darkness of the small room, long after she had stilled. She lay there still as death.. No breath.. No heartbeat.. At the end.. -this- was the truth of her.
He had risen then.. crossed the room, and taken the blade pausing for only the briefest moment to watch her before he slipped through the door. He locked it behind him his foot falls soft in the dirt.. the stars shining overhead as he traced familiar route to the arena..
The city was deserted.. All had fallen to their beds.. This was his time. The time he usually left whomever's arms he had found himself in.. and wandered.. Still lost even after so many times running through the maze. He crossed the dirt of the place, the walls around so familiar.. Soft comfort against the turmoil. He had thought it might be the happy ending.. That somehow maybe this time around things might be different.. But it wasn't. Not really.
Whatever he felt for her.. The Drow had been right. Eventually he would misstep.. And then he would be gone. His only hope was that it would be with sword in hand, protecting the others.. Completing whatever purpose they had been set to. She would have thought that madness, but in truth it was the only thing that kept him at peace. Knowing that he had been risen for a reason.. For some purpose.
He raised his blade, moving in silence through the forms.. Wishing only for the next time he might have a chance to put them to use.. For that moment of certainty that came from battle. What future could they possibly offer one another? Her Dead, Him waiting to Die.
Wasn't that just the way it had to be? Even now that fucker mocked him.. 'Sure Warrior, have a little happiness, but Hey, Fuck you.. Just kidding.'
And him, too fucking stupid to toss her out.. To tell her to just get the fuck away from him. No, he had to try it had to entertain this fucking childish delusion that there was something more for them. More for him. God even this Kids go around should have shown him.. Even without his memories, even without everything he'd been.. He was still fucked. They were all a gods be damned powder keg. They would explode, burning everything around them.. It wasn't a matter of -If- it was a matter of -When-.
What life was there beyond the moment.. Beyond the second before cataclysm?
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DEHeUIH89k]
-AR
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A journal entry…
By Sebastian | April 27, 2015
When I was a child growing up in Cove just about everything done by the Covian Army required a report of some sort. My Father, who was a Watchman, often filled out his reports at home. Amongst the soldiers it became a competition to see who could hand in the best reports, which often included highly detailed sketches of the events....my Father struggled drawing stick figures and I was often recruited to illustrate his reports.
With the strange goings on of late I thought it best to write down what I have witnessed, if for no other reason than my own piece of mind.
It started a few days ago. A miner friend of mine rushed to my door claiming there was a horde of orcs coming through the pass. I went to investigate and indeed I did discover a large and varied group of orcs and ogres had made themselves at home in the farm lands around the pass. The raiding party was made up of Orc mages, choppers, archers & several orc brutes, as well as ogres and one or two ogre lords.
It took quite awhile to clear the invaders out. I pursued a few stragglers through the pass and found another large body of raiders on the other side of the pass. The next day I checked the area and found a much smaller group. After clearing them out I once again checked the pass and found it clear and with no other raiders sighted on the far side of the pass.
Strangely enough today when I went to patrol the area I found no orcs or ogres but instead found several people who claimed to be from the "Ironwall Company". It looked like several sell-swords and a mage as well as someone with various tools on their belt, no fighter that one.
Seeing no orcs I made my way home only to come upon what appeared to be a Yamandon. I had seen these creatures during my years in the Tokuno Islands but as far as I know the Islands either do not exist or are not reachable here. Either way the creature was not aggressive and though I am uncomfortable having it so near my home I could not bring myself to attack it since it was non-aggressive.
It has been a very strange few days!
*below are a few sketches of the Yamandon & Ironwall Company*
~End Report
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The Hunt
By Fadeen | April 26, 2015
Those here stank.. As they always had, the grime and filth of the life they lived hung about the entire place, and tainted the hunt. It drove old familiar violent feelings to the top.. the feeling that these things were little more then chattel, meant to die for his continued existence.. That hurting them.. Tormenting them might somehow ease the pain that swirled within him.
He watched two as they spoke, his eyes fixed to them from within the shroud. The world around them was dim, absent.. but still he could hear their hearts, see their movement.. Feel the blood rushing through their veins. It had simply been too long. Much too long since he had been what he truly was.
Killer. Monster.
The soft glow illuminated the blackened world.. Casting a red sheen on the blackness that separated them.. The thirst was strong, the burning in his throat overwhelming twisting with the misery of her rejection..
He slipped from the shadows, seizing one from behind as he dragged him back into the darkness, the shadows swirling all around them as they lingered in the blackness between the worlds.. His teeth sunk deeply, the warm rush at once easing the burn.. easing the pain.. making it all seem so distant.. so far from where he was..
The form gripped in his arms began to slacken, yet still he drew, lost in the moment the torment, the temporary fleeting reprieve it was all he could think of to drain this husk, and toss it aside. To take another.. Another.. Another.
To kill every living thing in this place, in vain attempt to fill the emptiness..
At once his grip loosened, the shadows swirling around the limp form as it tumbled back into the world of colour.. His own breath coming habitually, cold as the crimson light slowly bled from his eyes, the blackness around him separating the soft heartbeat of the man from him..
Even -this- cold comfort.. Even -This- was taken from him now..
He couldn't even be the monster.. He laughed at the black humour of it..
She had made him wish to be a Man.
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By Night
By Fadeen | April 26, 2015
It was cool today, quiet and peaceful.. He enjoyed this city especially by night, it reminded him of... Somewhere. This half memories thing was becoming a true annoyance.. In the end I guess it really made no difference but it was still irritating to have this vague sense of familiarity with everything, and yet nothing.
The cool night air was stirred a soft breeze swept in from the north.. A shiver swept him as at once he wondered why he preferred to move through these forms absent his clothing.. The fortunate thing was the late hour.. the arena lay entirely deserted, lest the townsfolks bring complaints to Marius again..
He took stance once more moving slowly each position deliberate and clean in it's execution, certain of the perfection of his movements by the calm centered feeling that swept through him.. He came to conclusion holding the final position for a long minute drawing slow and steady breaths as he slowed his heart..
His mind turned back to the woman.. Oh there had been 'women'.. but only one 'woman' this go'round.. He could recall how he had felt before awakening and the significance she had held.. And now..?
He shook his head trying to clear the thoughts from his head. This kid's memories had a way creeping in sometimes.. in unexpected ways. He wasn't really sure where he ended and each of his previous trips around began.. But he knew the kids feelings were still strong for the girl.. He'd much prefer the simplicity of his usual sort of relations.. Complicating things by making them more then they were seemed needlessly foolish. Hell he might meet someone's granddaughter next time around..
The cold breeze drew him back to the moment his heart beat slow in his chest now as he walked sheathing the thin blade, and drawing up the bundle of clothes.. He would chance the walk home as he was.. It was late after all.. Warm by the standards of this area.. Even if the night was cool.
-AR
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Unsteady Hands
By Finn | April 22, 2015
His feet became unsteady, a solid hand shooting out to brace himself against the doorway. Dizziness washed over him, leaving him light-headed and dazed. His vision blurred. A woman stood before him, a fur-lined leather apron hiding her near-nakedness. Two braided pigtails were neatly tucked into the strings behind her neck, keeping the nearly knee-length braids of hair from falling into the hot forge she stood over. He blinked, shaking his head as the heat from the forge washed over him. It was comforting, chasing away the chill from his bones. She looked over a hot piece of steel in the coals, before pulling it from its pit to check its color. Satisfied it was hot enough, she worked quickly to set the piece on the anvil, tons holding it steady as she lifted a large hammer. Molten flux flew from the piece as she brought the hammer down, working fast and hard to set the weld. She lifted the piece to inspect the joint, and stuffed the piece back into the fire. She turned her glacier blue eyes to him, looking right through his flesh to see his soul. "You'll do. You aren't one of the chosen, but you'll do." Her eyes seemed to see deep into him, as if looking for anything she'd dismiss before finally turning away to the steel once again. "You'll work the bellows for now, and when I go to the hall to eat, you'll make nails. When you can turn out a decent handful of nails faster than you can put on your skivvies in the snow, you'll be allowed to touch anything other than iron." Her voice was hard, despite being of a pleasing timbre. The copper circlet that held back her hair glinted in the light, taking his attention for only a moment. Worked into the gold-hued wire were runes, naming her the Steelsmith and Hearthkeeper of their settlement. A position of high esteem. He closed his eyes and shook his head, the vision faded.
Looking down, the hands that had once been solid and made for hard work were shaking, wracked by small tremors. He flexed them, open and closed again. As the vision faded from his mind, the shaking faded, eventually leaving him firm and strong once again. What had sent his hands shaking? He couldn't remember. Why was he standing here and not getting to work? He swore again, low and long, picking up the fallen pickaxe and bundle, slinging them over his shoulder and heading toward the mine.
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Eccentric Merchant Seeking Adventurers!
By Denroth | April 18, 2015
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[4/15/2015] Server Update
By TheGuy | April 15, 2015
- The Dragon is called "a mature drake" (5 different looking dragon variants)
- The Drake is called "a young drake"
- The Drake Hatchling is called "a drake hatchling"
- The Drake Egg is called "a drake egg"
- They are called this to keep people from getting them confused with "a dragon".
- Once they are tamed you can rename them to a dragon if you want.
- The mature drake is not as powerful as the default UO dragon. But it is more powerful then the most powerful magic summons. That's a tung twister.
- At some point one of the programmers (Vii etc) can make a egg turn into a hatching turn into a drake turn into a dragon if they want. I will not be programming that. But the stuff is them if they want to. Right now monsters will just be added to the world.
- Also not when the server updates these tamables will get a small buff once they are skill or respawn.
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The Guard Recruitment
By Jarickson254 | April 12, 2015
The underdark City guard is now recruiting any one who would wish to guard our fair city
seek out Xero-votaire in game to join he is the captain of the guard we look forward to you join us
come protect the queen of the underdark and eventaully make some money while doing it
* blood drips down the letter*
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The Dark Awakening- Part 1
By Marcus Belanthor | April 10, 2015
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It was the usual route Marcus took from the bank to the necromancer vendor. Nothing seemed especially special about this until he saw someone running at him from the corner of his eye. The man bumped into him hard and apologized profusely. Apprently he was being chased by two guards. One showed up only a moment too late to see the direction the man fled in. Marcus dutifully pointed which way. A slower more overweight guard showed up asking the same thing and with huffing, puffing, and sweating, he too strove off in the direction Marcus indicated that the man went.
As Marcus neared the necromancer that usually sold him his reagents, he realized that the man who bumped into him had stolen a good amount of the gold Marcus was carrying. He laughed alittle about the cleverness the criminal had even while being persued.
Then another character spoke up. The hooded man began. "What is so funny?" Marcus replied "I just lost the money I usually spend on reagents. I truly shouldn't be laughing. I am at a difficult situation here." Showing curtesy, the hooded man removed his hood to reveal a balding man. He said "You already seem to have many pieces of equipment that would remove the need of reagents. I can help finish your set." The balding man handed Marcus a bracelet, earrings, and a ring to wear.
Marcus examined the pieces gladly realizing that so long as he wore these, he would never need reagents again...(and they cost a considerable amount over time as every mage knows)
Marcus exuberantly said "Thank you for your generosity." The bald man replied "You are a valued customer and the vendor is my friend. I am only helping a fellow practitioner in need." Marcus said "Oh? You are a necromancer as well? I have been looking for someone truly advanced to help with researching the creation of stronger undead. Every creature I create falls apart within the hour." The bald man covered his head with cloth once again and said "You are getting ahead of yourself and you owe me. To repair your debt you will be my assistant with an experiment. You don't know your potential and I could use you." Marcus knew there must have been a catch and this was it. Marcus obliged him with a nood.
The bald man continued ominously "Come, first we need to find a body."
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Ok, hopefully that was enough that maybe I could get an event started? Perhaps it would include any other players that might be relevent? I'm good with any time. Just send me a message on the forum telling where/when we could start something? Thanks for reading.
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Tolerance, Pain, and Inquisition.
By Bella Morta | April 8, 2015
The wedding gown. It drapes over the tailoring dummy in
it's splendor, the long train flowing across the room like
a glacier sliding across the wooden floorboards, and
handcrafted ribbon flowers wrap around the waist of the
dress, blanketing the glacier in a field of ice covered
petals. It's complete.. has been complete. The church of
white stone, steeple rising high to the heavens, marble
floor beaming with it's white glow of innocence, untouched
by the soles of the sinners and seekers shoes.. It is
complete..has been complete. But Kairi sits there, staring
at the dress, as if waiting for it to animate and walk
away from her. She's is ready...has been ready. But the
groom is nowhere to be found. She is incomplete. Her long
time feelings of abandonment rise again within her.
Rocking herself softly in her chair, she tries to soothe
her thoughts and feelings.
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The grenade. It was hard to come by, but with the
assistance of a new friend, her goal was completed. She
pulls the grenade off of the orc bomber's corpse, tucking
it away safely within her satchel. If there's any way for
her to know where 'he' is, this will be the way. The
Knights can't pretend not to know any longer. Pretending
is her game, not theirs. She will make them fess up. She
will make them move. It is, afterall, chess.
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