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In this post I will be discussing some various aspects of housing and the rules surrounding it.Each player is allowed TWO accounts per household or IP. Each household is then allowed a total of FIVE houses.However, no single account may own more than …

We did a quick shard update today to ensure I could do so but also to implement two new player commands!
[grab
and
[grab options

Using [grab will bring up a cursor to loot a corpse automatically. [grab options will allow you to set what and how you want to loot. The default is everything straight to your pack. Play around with it to find your favorite settings! However note if you set it to something other than “everything” you may not grab the custom items of our server from the corpses!

On a nice auntumn evening, Lord Lancelynn and me (Manfred Carstein) were debating what to do, we decided to go visit whatever it was that was looking for gruesome effigies. Lord Lancelynn made off with the effigy and tracked the monster to its lair wh…

The corpse was still warm at her feet and already her thoughts turned to the future.

This self proclaimed “King of Varstaad” is now dead but not before he did great damage to the city. In reality he was a brigand, bullying the locals for protection money and killing any who would not pay. He was not much in real fight against a skilled foe

Dappled always loved the feel of Varstaad. It is free, peaceful and open to all. She fell in love with the place long ago and stayed behind when all the others left.

Dappled realized she could not defend this city alone, she would need help.

Earlier in the day a young man showed up at her house, he was the descendant of one of her past adventuring companions. Gail Thorn, a young man eager for adventure, decided to seek out one of father’s comrade in arms. Thorn eagerly signed on with Dappled when she told him of her plans. Now there are 2 defenders of Varstaad, Dappled knew they would have to find more.

The ink on guild charter was not even dry when Dappled road into the city to take down the murderer Balrock. Many of the towns people looked to her to lead but she was determined to insure that Varstaad remained free, even from her rule.

“Tell anyone that you meet about the Varstaad Defenders” she told Thorn “Might be that there are others who would join us”.

I am exciting to announce a new program to provide fun decorations which might not otherwise be readily available so that players can create the house designs of their dreams!
Each month we will make available approximately thirty of our custom decorations through this program.
These may include interactive items, add-on items, containers, and more!
A limited number of -each- of these items will be put up for auction through our auction system!
These items will also be made available through our donation store. Pick any ten for $5! Max of two duplicate items.
Please inform us if any of these items are readily available through other means so we can replace them with others!

Without further adieu, here are this month’s Halloween themed items!

All of the items between the barrel of bones and axe-stump are containers. That’s right, a hidden gravestone container!

In regards to the single-tile blood splashes a number of other designs are available!

The blood pentagram is considered three items and will not be provided in duplicate per donation!

The “Magic Mirror” is an interactive item which lights up and speaks audibly in English. It is considered five items and will not be provided in duplicate per donation!

Please allow us a short time to re-organize the donation website and arrange the auctions. Thank you.

The Last One Standing

Have you ever felt like you had lost everything? No, more than that. Perhaps, that you were just running in circles on an endless path leading to terrible events; Your efforts? Pointless. Your work? Undone. Your surroundings? Gone. So many heartbreaks it can be… as long as one has a heart.

You know, those times where you wonder how it could even get worse, but it still does, and so often that you cannot even be surprised anymore. When you have reached that perfect darkness, right there, at the bottom of everything. That special place that you know just a few visited… those who had that storm and lived through it. You know what they say about those who have nothing left to lose, those survivors..?
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It has been a long while. My pride did have some trouble swallowing the last ridiculous moves of the fake crown of Narrowhaven, and I’m unsure myself where I’ve spent my time. Here and there, lost, my usual geographical location. Walking in between words and paranoid thoughts, or dancing around that pit on the left side of my chest. There I was, standing in that warm sand of Mythndale, where my mansion stood.

In a gentle move, I pushed over my shoulder some of my blood red colored hair. I narrowed my eyes, the blowing sea wind mixing with sand was blurring my vision to the point where it would almost create psychedelic effects. Did I manage to lose myself? I stood there, still, on an empty beach. Why wasn’t my sight delighted by red flowers running up pure white marble walls? And those sparkly ponds of clear water… and my treasures… and my artefacts… and my special room?! And my statue?! MY STATUE!

A growing sense of panic overwhelmed me and I threw myself into the sand. To hell my perfect red dress. My hands were searching, tossing and digging, in hopes that I could find a remnant of my memories; a proof that it truly existed. There had to be something, there, buried in that sand! I could feel the sand uncomfortably gathering under my nails as my heart rate was racing even faster.

“No, no no! It was mine! It had won the right to have it forever!”

I don’t know how much time I kneeled in the sand, desperate to find a glimpse of anything, but the moon was up in the sky when I finally sat down, exhausted. I couldn’t trust my own mind perhaps? Was I ever really here? Where had the Family gone? My title? Michael, where was he? My statue? So many questions, and only the sound of my own broken voice was echoing back to me. Shivering, I slowly stood up, being myself more messy than that beach that had been turned upside down by my bare hands.

I laughed, alone.

Oh how entertaining it was! How entertaining is it to find myself back in that position where I just have everything to build again? Nobody else would have that resolve. I am Scarlet. I’ve survived my way up to here, didn’t I? I’ve witnessed so many fall… They always seem to choose the wrong path. My circle works so much better, it’s never-ending. I’m not done.

So, I walked, in random directions, from places I knew, to the confusing regularity of straight leafy trees. The pages of my rune book were half thorn and I couldn’t seem to focus at all on anything. Walking, eventually I will find something that speaks to me. I’m sure I’ve been assigned a much greater plan, this time, a true mission. I was blinded by my thoughts, my eyes seeing without seeing, my feet walking without knowing.

Where are you? My love, can’t we meet somewhere, where the butterflies are red? Can’t you follow those cold stone stairs? Can’t you smell those flowers I leave behind for you? The greatest ideas can be born between those mossy walls…

I am pleased to announce that I will be taking over as the team leader of the UO Roleplay: Fracture server!I am very excited about this opportunity and would like to thank TheGuy, Talow, Orlando and others for entrusting me with the future of the shar…

Hi everyone! Wanted to say a quick hi and let you all know we are doing great! We have been working on our new game called Narrowhaven Online since February 2014 and its moving right along!! We have a server and a bunch of stuff done on it already! We…

Kairi sits back in an intricately carved wooden dining chair. She eases the front legs off the floor and leans back, the chair hitting the counter behind her for support. She throws her booted feet atop the dining table, also carved with scroll-like patterns throughout and varnished to mirror perfection. She reaches back and grabs a peach from the crystal bowl sitting on the countertop behind her. Taking a big, succulent bite, she closes her eyes enjoying the fruitful flavor of the years of genetic modification this peach had gone through, making it the best in the lands.

Ellora opens her thick gold leaf foyer door, allowing it to close softly behind her. She walks through the hallway and removes her elven robe, hanging it on her coat hanger that she made from a dead oak. She turns toward the kitchen and gets a whiff of peach as she proceeds forward. She knows she is about to encounter an unwelcome visitor. Ellora steps into the kitchen and spots Kairi, who is pleasantly taking advantage of a free snack.

“So the prodigal daughter returns.” Ellora says, as she pulls a cooking pot from above the stove. “Nae saian luume’. Has mother seen you yet?”

Kairi stares at her sister and takes another mouthful. She knows not to answer this, as this visit has played out more than several times throughout the years.

“I do wish you would not tarnish my table with your muddy shoes. It is the result of hard work, and should be respected.”

Kairi nibbles the residue remaining from around the peach pit, and places the pit down on the table. She then grabs another and chews that one apart.

Ellora turns, facing her sister. She sees a smug half-elfling with her muddy boots on the table devouring a peach like it was her last meal. “You do not have to be a pig! Show some respect for my adobe!”

Kairi’s foot shakes back and forth, and she leans back more comfortably, smiling as she presses her teeth into the peach. “I only give back what I get” she muffles, mouth full.

Ellora sighs heavily. She runs her fingers through her copper hair, something she does when she’s trying to keep her composure. “Mani uma lle want? Mankoi naa lle sinome??”

Kairi spits, “You know I can’t understand a damn word you’re saying!” *chews* “I need a favor.”

“Lle lakwenien? What trouble lle in now? I told you that I would not be paying your fines any longer. Lle have bled me dry, sister, and I am unwilling to part with my coin again, only to have you back for more.”

Kairi sits up, putting her feet back on the ground. “No! Actually, quite the opposite! *bites and continues as she chews* I just need help getting established *swallows* I found a town to settle into, and am taking up a profession in…”

Ellora cuts her off before Kairi is able to continue her rant. “Kairi! How many times have I heard this? By the earth I have no time for your lies. Stop humoring me and tell me lle had been caught with your hands in the, what do lle call it, cookie jar?!”

Kairi chuckles. “No, not this time, sis! I’m here to ask you, as one sister to another, to assist me in aquiring a home. That’s all.”

Ellora’s brow furrows. She has been mislead by Kairi’s motives in the past, and still has a hard time deciphering her b.s. from the truth. So she presses some buttons…

“When have you ever considered me a sister? You came here after father passed, and rejected mother and me from the start! I tried to culture you, to open you up to your elven heritage, to arrange marraige for you…and you gave me no appreciation. Only resentment.”

“I was young and ‘ell, you said it yourself! I was raised by humans! I have an excuse for my disposition, tsk!”

“No more, Kairi..” but Ellora pauses. She thinks for a way to turn this around. She should try to believe her sister’s story. And if it is a scam, she would feel better as a deceived victim, than an elf who cares not for her blood-kin.

“Kairi, dear sister. I want to believe you, I really do. So I shall give you this one chance, one oppurtunity, to show me that you have grown into the moral being that I..WE so want you to become. But there will be conditions.”

Ellora steps forward and presses her knuckles on the tabletop, leans down and faces Kairi, eye to eye.

“One, keep your hands in your pockets. I will not bail you out again. I will not pay back bounties twicefold. You will deal with those consequences alone. If you should fail, I will be gone and will never be seen in your company again. I
will no longer stand to have our namesake tarnished by your repeated criminal history.”

“Three!! Take that piece of cloth off from around your ears and show some pride. You disgrace us all with your shame.”

Kairi puts her hands to her ears, holding the cloth bandana against them, “But it’s my security blanket!” she whines.

Ellora stands upright, gives Kairi one final stern stare, and goes back to her meal prep.

Kairi picks her peach pits up from off the table. She wipes them against her apron and stuffs them in a pocket. “See ya in Narrowhaven! And by the way, sis. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spread any rumors. I’m trying to be on my best behavior.”

Ellora shakes her head in regret as Kairi walks out. “Narrowhaven. What have I just agreed to?”

It has bin a few weeks since the warship Crimson Tide went down. Waking up on the damn beach was a great shock to say for starters. This land I now find myself on is, almost untouched as I wandered many nights looking for anything. Each night runnin…