He had lain there with her in his arms.. Drawing slow breath.. knowing she was still awake.. pretending at being human with her ever unnecessary breath.. And so he had stayed.. Holding her. Letting this.. Illusion be what it would be. For a time it ha…
Report Entry: One
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
He found himself again in the camp he had preferred to frequent in weeks before her turning.. And again he moved in darkness and silence through the place.. seeking to fill the void within him. Those here stank.. As they always had, the grime and filt…
He moved in silence through a set of sword forms with the thin blade.. He couldn’t for the life of him recall when he had learned them.. but they came back easily enough and they seemed to calm his mind to set to task again even absent recollection…..
The soft tinkling of bells mixed with the hard breathing and grunts that filled the alleyway next to the forge. Hard muscles worked to lift the bulky frame of the blond-haired man they belonged to. Down, hold, up, hold. “One hundred.” The man’s voice was deep, rumbling, through melodic. As if played by an instrument. Finn Einarson stood and used the scrap of cloth he’d tied into a skullcap to mop his brow. Running his fingers through his hair, the sound of bells increased in intensity. Dozens of small, silver bells had been neatly braided into his hair and beard. Finn retrieved his doublet and pulled it on, covering the deep blue runic tattoos covering his upper chest and shoulders. He took a long drink from his water skin and splashed the last remaining over the top of his head before retying the skullcap across his brow. He picked up and shoot out his cloak, picking the grass and twigs from it before gathering his meager possessions into a bundle and slinging it over his shoulder, tied to a nearly-worn pickaxe.
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.
I am willing to pay 1 keg of greater cure potions and 1 keg of greater healing potions each for strong adventurers, who will take me with them on their dungeon raids!
– Added tamable dragon, drakes, young drake, & drake eggs to the world (to Destard right now, not sure what else to put them)
– 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.
* posters are strung out over the Underdark caves*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 uscome protect …
I asked a admin if perhaps he could create some kind of necromancy rp for my character. He said he was new and that I should write up a story. I dreaded having to write up a story because I would feel judged on how bad or good my story was. What could I add that might be too much or too little? I would have much rather had a staff member take the reigns. I haven’t seen many staff lead quests or events but perhaps he wanted some inspiration. So, without further ado, here is my first attempt at writing a role playing story. Be Gentle.
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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.
**********************************************************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 flower…