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The Bond of Obsession

It was made of the darkest of marbles. On the exact center of it, were standing straight three perfectly black candles. The tallest of them was constantly holding its flame without ever burning down. Beside them three, on the right side, two white bones were forming an “X” shape. It is just on the other side, left, that was carefully folded a shroud of shadows, as empty as the Lady tending to it. This precious altar was decorating a corner of my room since a little while, already. No Family member had ever dared to ask me a single question about it. Perhaps they knew they wouldn’t hear any answers leave my lips. I would have replied; “I am fine”. Nothing more, nothing less. It is not today, the day where I will open myself to anyone, not even Family. Betrayal and conspiracy are walking around myself from the very moment I open my eyes, every eve. I know it.

– I have asked him to lie to me. Lying to make me believe there could still be traces of you somewhere. He refused, of course. He said that it was all in my mind. I am not insane, am I, my Dark Lord? I have those memories of the seven curses and of the ultimate sacrifice you have done. Despite how lonely I am, I am not as desperate to invent someone that never existed… Are you there? Please speak to me…

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It was not working every time. Sometimes, I would have to accept this silence as only answer. I swear that on other days, it is very different! He is there, looking after me, for my safety, like he always had to. He used to have such great plans for me. He used to be the most powerful and feared entity that existed. He used to take care of me so well, remaining unmatched at every level. How can others not suffer from such constant comparison? How can you look worthy compared to supreme perfection? Oh nobody can, nobody. Only He is He; a parasite, a haunting spirit, a corrupted soul, the only one I could ever truly care for. Nothing is completely evil nor can it be completely good. Am I the only one believing difference is the key?

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Sometimes it happens, I have fabulous ideas and furthermore, I have the means to achieve them. It would be a lot of work and efforts wrapped in some cloth made of many lies tied together, but it had to be done. Iraestra asked me to describe Him. There it was, that proof that I couldn’t possibly be so creative… I am -not- insane.

– The first things I remember are his cold grey eyes that seemed to be made out of pure arrogance. His lips were thin and some believed he never smiled. On some rare occasions, he did, but I believe to be the only witness of such moments. He had so pale and delicate skin… so white that he seemed to be ill under certain lighting. Darkness would suit him so much better… And messy raven black hair… and…

I lost track of time, again, abandoning myself to the description, detailing his every trait and manners to the attentive drow. She was the artist and I was ready to criticize the Masterpiece.

– Prove to me that you are worthy. Prove to me that you are better than Miluda and you will be greatly rewarded.

There was a knock at the door.

Jory smiled and inclined his head courteously. Without another word, Jory took his leave. As the latch clicked into place once more, Eadred returned to his potion mixing, satisfied that the phylactery was safe and in his possession.

The big highlights are the new title system that GM Talow just finished & the 140 new armor artifact sets. Note: If you have a old artifact please talk to a GM about getting it exchanged for a new versions of it. – Changed the higher taming amount…

We have a new server! The old server, may she rest in peace, has been officially retired! Thank you to everyone who donated money and time to get the old server replaced with a brand spanking new one!! I am sure all of us will very much enjoy it! Than…

To give everyone an IDEA of how old things are.

Elves were the first race (beyond the gods) They existed centuries before man, nearly 100,000 years before mans creation. During that time many other races were born, for example: Drow, Dwarves, Hobbits, Monsters and whatever else you may have. In just a few generations we have the, what the elves refer to as, “The Great War”. A civil war driving apart the elves and driving a sect below ground, thus becoming Drow.

Humans are a very very young race only about 2200 years old. In this time they have explored and conquered and claimed most of the world. In this time we have the dynasty of Lord British, The first dynasty of man. Currently humans are “Post British” roughly 21 years after his disappearance/death. Before that there was 130 of British rule over man. 1500 years of history of collected tomes of knowledge about the foundation of man and 500 years before that even for their birth.

So considering these factors the reader might see that the world is about 122,000 years old, this is not a total but an estimation. One might consider the world was a bit longer before the Elves but the Elves were pretty near the creation.

– Missing dragons added to slayer group
– Oil Cloth, remove disguise kit form face
– Disguise Kit, don’t have to be in guild to use it
– Fixed item ID skill
– Mondane change
– Corps decay form 7/7 to 15/5
– Board’s Weight set from 1 to 0.1
– Added new mounts to the donation page
– Added 26 new monsters/animals that can be mounted
– Edited other mounts with minor changes
– Other

Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people’.

They love the Shire, with its well-tilled earth and well-ordered towns.

The Hobbits are a stalwart race, strong of fibre and deep of character. They live to an average of around 70 years, and remain hale until late in life.

They are small folk, smaller than dwarves and rarely over four feet in height. Hobbits dress in bright colours, wearing no shoes or socks on their hairy feet.

They are quiet-footed folk, silent in their movements and watchful of ‘The Big Folk’, especially since the troubles of (enter year here), when Sharkey’s men terrorised the Shire.

Still their relations with the Men are cordial, and some Hobbits even choose to live outside The Shire in Narrow Haven and other nearby towns, with the Big Folk.

The Bitter Taste of BetrayalSometimes, the minutes seemed to flow slowly and hours being endless. There was still a feeling of safety attached to this underground life we were all leading. Here, I was safe away from the eyes of the blinded. Alas, an e…

When Varik was first brought to this world, he was disoriented. He wept about losing the favors of the Natir, and being separated from his children and wife. He asked around to find clues how to get back to his own world, but he never found any meanin…

((continuation of http://forum.uoroleplay.com/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=1890 , http://forum.uoroleplay.com/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=1937 . This storyline will soon and hopefully turn into a quest where everyone will be welcome to take part. ))

Whispering Serpents

As days went by I slowly started to feel it. It whispered in my ears, making slowly its way to my thoughts, ingraining itself deeply within me. I tried to battle with the urge to let myself fall into that wild mind, as I didn’t want to allow myself to reach my true form. My fears where that I would lost the self that I knew, being stepped away to a corner to give place to a beastly mind. I didn’t know if I would be able to control myself, like I saw some of my brothers becoming thirsty blood beasts. Could I ever embrace my form knowing this? For me, it was more a curse than anything else. I knew that I could not escape it, as every Nyx one day will turn into this beast, but maybe I could avoid it, at least for some more time…

For my own protection I decided to reveal this little inconvenient detail to the Mistress and bargain my part of belonging to the family. “Protect and control mi if it ever happenssss.” Would they understand the danger of having me close? I could only be a child in the patterns of my race for now, but with time the serpent will call me more and more, growing in every way, stronger, powerful and deadlier. The tales of giant sea monsters are real I told them.

My hopes of controlling myself a bit longer soon vanished, when in that day I smelled the blood of someone that I particularly didn’t like. The serpent started to whisper in my ears, louder and louder until I could not hear my own thoughts.