50 monsters added to slayer weaponsThe Orc Clans (Bloodaxe, Burningblood and Stonetalon) were added to the Repond and Orc Slayer lists. The Troll Wound Takers and Troll Lords were added to the Troll Slayer and Repond listsI happened to catch ^ in chat…
Custom Monsters added to appropriate slayer groupsIn reference to this old topic on the bugs board: http://forum.uoroleplay.com/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=5362Added some of our custom monsters to various related slayer groups:Drake Hatchling, Young Drak…
(This story occurred long before the demons over ran Trinsic)
Jerrin ran across the roof tops of Trinsic, jumping from one to the other. The fact was, he did not kill the young noble lady, some other vampire must have. That hardly mattered to the guards that now knew exactly what he was. The investigator tracked him down, and tested him, proving him a vampire.
The test was a farce, and Jerrin was not really sure the man knew he was vampire, he was just going to get his man and thus some notoriety whether Jerrin was guilty or not.
Jerrin did not run because he was scared, the fact was he probably could have killed his way out of the guard house. He ran because he wished not kill them. No, not because of some moral code, for there was no moral code to killing cattle, but because murder draws more eyes, more eyes draws more trouble, and more trouble was not what he wished.
Lucious watched as the man fled, and was starting to believe he may actually be a vampire. It really did not matter, he made his reputation out of finding them, and whether they were one or not meant little. The man was pale, never seen in the day light, and blood was found on some of his clothes. It was not definitive proof, but the vampire hunter hardly cared. He would be paid well enough all the same.
Jerrin fell into the alley, the crossbow bolt having caught his leg and throwing him off balance. A fool guard had followed him in, his pike ready to dispatch the monster. Jerrin would have none of that, and with moves faster than the guard could match, his katana slid from the sheath in one smooth motion, opening the human’s throat.
The blood called to him.
Jerrin looked about, then closed his eyes to increase his senses. More were coming now, he had to leave the alley.
The blood was calling him.
Jerrin looked down at the guard who was all but dead now, holding his throat in some pointless attempt to stem the flow of blood. Jerrin wiped his lips, he had not eaten in some time.
The blood was calling to him.
Lucious followed the guards into the alley where the vampire fell, their torches making shadows dance about. He was surprised when he found the man bent over the dying guard, draining him of his last bit of blood. Then the creature looked to them, blood smearing it’s face, it’s fangs now showing, it’s eyes red as if even they were full of blood. All of them were taken aback by the sight of it. Lucious literally, taking a step back. His long black cloak almost caused him to trip backwards. Four guards stood between him and the man he accused of being vampire. A part of him wanted to laugh, because he was apparently right this time. Another part of him knew the guards would not stop the creature, who was looking past them and at him. With a motion and some strange words, words that made Lucious feel ill inside, the vampire caused the dead bones of the guard to remove itself from the flesh and stand. Still dripping blood, skeleton picked up a pike, and rushed the guards.
The skeleton guard was fighting as well as it did in the flesh, but this time it felt no pain as the guards hacked at it. It dispatched one almost immediately, it’s victim screaming as his guts hit the ground. When the screaming stopped, Jerrin said the words again, and his skeleton rose from the flesh as well, taking up the fight against the other two guards.
Jerrin was no longer concerned with this fight. It would not end well for the living. Instead he cast his gaze on the fleeing Lucious.
“You will not escape me,” he said low. Lucious happened to look back to him, almost as if he heard the words. Mayhaps he felt it. He fell, tripping over is own cloak.
Jerrin entered the shadows, and appeared back over the “vampire hunter”.
“No, no, please dont kill me,” he called, as Jerrin reached down for him.
Jerrin looked at the charred remains of the once vampire hunter. He was left crucified to an ankh, letting the sun prove his guilt as a vampire. Trinsic apparently had no tolerance for such, considering what had occurred, even if he was once a vampire hunter. It had been only a few weeks since Jerrin turned him. Jerrin’s only regret was that he could not be there during the day to hear the man’s screams as the sun came up.
Lucious finally got his vampire.
Fist Weapons have been updated to correct their animation, special moves, and sound effects. Previously they functioned, graphically, and audibly like daggers, they also had their special moves. They will now show the proper animation, wrestling, and …
Fist Weapons have been updated to correct their animation, special moves, and sound effects. Previously they functioned, graphically, and audibly like daggers, they also had their special moves. They will now show the proper animation, wrestling, and …
Exceptional Socket Hammers will do everything they should doExceptional Socket Hammers have been fixed to allow trinkets to be socketed again, further, similar to the behavior on regular socket hammers you will now be presented with a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ gu…
Holy Light has been fixed– Holy light has been reverted to the ServUO default. It will no longer make you criminal when used.– Previously the way it was working players became criminals due to a healing effect that area healed, ‘innocents’, party me…
I am Darius Uth Wistan, so named for my grandfather several generations removed. I was born in the city of Whitefire in the year 1322 on a bitterly cold winter morning. My family has lived in this wondrous city since its first timbers were erected. Several members of my family lived in Whitefire; my father Garth, my mother Alvina, my three brothers Douglass the Carpenter was the middle son, Jeffery the Bladesmith the youngest. Our sister Charity lived with us but spent much time in the homes of my two Uncles Jack and Paul that resided with in the city as well. We lived on a spacious estate of 50 acres with a 20 room manor house in the center. There were fruit orchards and flower gardens with winding paths throughout and just enough secret places to keep young lads into much mischief. I loved visiting my fathers study and seeing the many things he had collected in his time as a Knight of the White Flame. He had books, weapons, armor and so much more crammed into his study. Father always claimed other than his family only two items were dear to him, his blade “Oathbinder” and a tellerite coat of arms he wore about his neck to remind him of who he was. My earliest memories are of riding through the countryside with my father as he taught me what it meant to be a knight. My father was a strict but a caring man, my mother was a devout follower of Bahmut and instilled a sense piety in all of us. My brothers were complete opposites of each other where Douglass was charming and giving Jeffery was self absorbed and brooding. Charity encompassed the good of all of us. She was loving and caring to a fault though when cross she was a force to be reckoned with and woe to the person that had wronged her. My uncles were very much like my father that being with one of them was no different than being with father for the most part. Growing up we played several games like chess, king of the mountain and mkuki lanza a game where you throw spears through rolling hoops. My personal favorite thing to do was play with my wooden sword and shield and pretend I was my father defending the realm against things like dragons and daemons. I did not have a lot of time for play as the son of a knight. I was expected to muck the stalls in the stable as well as spend time with the weapons master and attend services in the chapel.
Most of the members of my family were followers of Ansolon the God of Bravery, Chivalry and Justice. My biggest enjoyment as a child was on my tenth birthday my father presented me with a wolf cub that I named Phalen. Phalen followed me everywhere and we got into much mischief him and me, alas Phalen passed just a few years past. I didn’t have many friends growing up due to my station and lack of free time to make them. Two, however became my constant companions Aiden Di Caela and Elven mage that had fought beside my father many times and Phalen Aeducan a Dwarven craftsman of such skill and renown that his name was known a weeks ride in any direction. With father away a lot serving the realm anytime he was home was grounds for celebration. We would have a feast for just the family at our estate, gifts for missed birthdays, anniversaries and holidays would be exchanged at these times. There was a storyteller that would come around from time to time. Mother seemed to have a strange relationship with this man like she had known him her entire life, accepted the man as part of her like yet never seemed to approve of him or his trade. He was very good at filching ale and food stuffs from the estates pantries and I shared many a sweet with him in some hidden place. It wasn’t until just before my mothers passing that she shared with me that the old storyteller was actually her father; my grandfather. The men in my family are know for their long black hair, amethyst eyes and their devotion to the realm.
I was once married to a woman named Deborah Kannigan. She was a beautiful lass with long silvery hair, emerald eyes and skin that had been kissed by the sun forever. Unfortunately unbeknownst to us at the time her father had already arranged a marriage for her and ours was not valid in the eyes of the church as it was not arranged or approved by our families. I would have challenged her father for the right to her hand, challenged the church, even my own family if that would have allowed us to be together and happy. I was on my way to confront her father, demand he allow me her hand in marriage when I happened upon her strolling in an orchard. I ran to her, told her of my plan. She broke down in tears and yelled at me, called am a fool for believing she could actually love me. Told me she wanted to marry me only for my families name and fortune. That I had now forced her to live a life of drudgery because we had not ran away straight after our unsanctioned wedding. I walked away from her stunned by what she had said to me. How could she say all those things, they could not be true. As I walked in a daze across hills and through dales my friends come upon me just as twilight was starting to take hold. They walked with me and tried to console me assuring me she was only repeating what her father had instructed but I still wondered. As we walked a strange misty fog blew up but we were nearing the estate so I did not fear after a couple hours in the mist I knew we surely were lost. That’s when I saw the gates, we entered although they did not look familiar and seeing a guardsman wearing a purple cloak I inquired as to the city we had entered and was given the response “Narrowhaven.” So my new life and journey began…..
“Yes, I have run a tavern before,” Luke told her, as she was striking the undead through the fence. The graveyard near Cove must have been the home of necromancers at some point, because the dead did not seem to like to stay dead.
Kairi Vel looked the rogue businessman over, and Luke was not sure if she was in doubt or not.
“You know once you put up a tavern, the competition sometimes can get nasty.”
Luke shrugged a bit, not surprised that it could happen, but doubtful. It was not like Cove was prime real estate, not yet.
“If things get nasty, I have ways of dealing with it. I always have ways,” he said, offering a handsome smile.
Kairi Vel smirked, pretending the smile had no effect, but Luke was sure it did. He was always sure.
“Do you have suppliers yet?” She questioned, knocking one of the skeletons to pieces.
“Chance LaRue does my shipping, and already has made some contacts. I will have supplies on hand, I just need the tavern built,” Luke assured her.
“I may have to find other investors,” Kairi Vel offered, then looked to Luke, to see if he was accepting of that.
“I just want to make something clear, so you understand,” Luke began. “I dont care about the building, you guys can pitch in however you wish. I will own the business. I dont own any real estate, never had any intention of it.”
Kairi Vel looked him over again, and Luke was not sure if she understood. It was one of the intriguing things about the lady, it was hard to tell exactly what she was thinking.
“We will talk in more detail when the time comes,” she said.
Luke simply nodded.
“Do you know Lilliana,” Luke asked, looking her over.
“I don’t think I do,” she said, but did not question him further on it.
What is this seem you have stumbled upon?
It appears to be some kind of lengthy personal journal entry that must have been misplaced…
I wish i could make all things right once more. Such as they were, before we parted ways so many years ago.
When we yet knew peace and happiness and one another.
Before you told me never to look back.
We both knew the truth, there and then. There would be nothing to look back to from the moment our eyes looked the other way, each to our own.
Tomorrow will always be another day.
It was you who told me to always face each new dawn bravely and boldly. The wisdom of yesterday would ever carry me on its wind, grant me the day and show me the path to a better tomorrow.
I must believe you. I wish, with all of my soul and being, you only could have promised me tomorrow would be a day i would want to find myself in. It has never been the same without you. I don’t know if it ever will be.
No matter how many seasons come and go, you will forever keep your place in my heart.
I can’t help but wonder if you still keep me in yours. Can you even still do that, wherever you are now?
The passage of time only makes my memories stronger. How we used to joke and play, how we kept together through calm and storm alike, unconditionally. How you taught me how to handle myself, to find food and make shelter. To hunt. To survive.
Survive…
Do you remember how we used to gaze out to sea and at the stars, as the two moons lined the night sky?
How you once told me no matter how small and insignificant i may feel, the skyward lights and heavenly bodies are no different to anyone. No matter which walk of life we may be, all remain children to the same mother who carries us in her arms and asks for nothing in return?
I could never forget, and i know you would not. But i do not know if you even can remember anything anymore.
All of that which i am, i owe it to you. Time and time again you gave me your care. Your love. Your mentorship.
As far as i knew, there was no end to your greatness. Except that which tore us apart.
Try as i might, i cannot understand why. Did we do something wrong? How can it ever be wrong to do what is right? We never troubled them, we never hurt any of them, and yet they came in force. Came to deliver their harsh judgement upon us, calling us the “Anflaustrailious”, the dispossessed who lack warmth. Even creatures they would consider vermin were held in higher regard than us.
You taught me that all life is sacred, and i believed you, even as the oppressors ceaselessly destroyed everything we had ever known and hunted us without pause, lacking any fragment of mercy or reason.
I… still believe you.
Even as the world goes out of its way to assure me all lives are sacred but ours. Even as you are gone now.
I should feel anger… hatred… utter rage… but these are not the values you taught me in the time we had together.
Yes, i have felt the urges with every fiber of my being and in my mind i have wished them death and misery, but… it is wrong.
If my wishes came true, would i be happier? Would i feel better? Would it right the wrongs?
… No, and it would not bring you back with me. Even if it would, i feel solemn doubt in my heart you could even look at me ever again.
And i would not blame you for it. I would be no better than them.
There is always a better way, as you would tell me in my youth; If only you are brave enough to search for it.
I can only wholeheartedly agree and i am not afraid. It brings my thoughts to something else of value you told me.
“If you stand to face with Death without choice… Become Hope. The last thing to leave any true survivor is hope.”
Hope… That will be my own virtue i will always strive for.
The peace and happiness we once knew is still out there somewhere, waiting for me. The world is a very large place, much larger than i ever thought it could be from the safety of our island, and while it is harsh and unforgiving, it is also beautiful and full of wonders.
At night when i dream of that peace, it looks a lot like you. Descending from the heavens above, giving the world a single touch of your grace and all is well, ever after.
I am certain it will not be quite so simple in reality, but i can always dream.
I stand ready, whatever may come.
If only my words could describe how dearly i miss you, Mother…
I was not ready to go when i did. Not as it were, so soon, so fast, so… suddenly.
When you forced me into that cramped tunnel as the oppressors were about to breach our home, and told me those dreaded words i could never forget. As if it happened right here and now…
“Never look back, Aeitheiyniyah. There is nothing to come back for behind you now. Your whole life is ahead of you and await at the end of that tunnel. Only promise me this one last thing… You must survive, no matter what happens.”
I remember how i only looked back to meet your eyes one last time before the entry behind me collapsed.
And with that, our time was no more. From here on it was just i. And the whole world beyond i had never known.
If only there was some way for me to let you know i kept my promise.
I have found myself in a land called Britannia, where i have met other beings who can speak and look after each other. I hope to find my own place among them and find lasting safety.
I want to trust them and do whatever i can to keep them safe as i try to do for all life, although i have learned not all of them are trustworthy.
It is very far from the idyllic life i once knew together with you, safety is a very fleeting feeling.
While parting ways with you was and will always be painful and difficult, i want you to know that i am happy, i have made new friends, friends i am anxious to see as often as i can.
I am not like them, and most of them do not look kindly upon beings such as myself. It is my hope i can convince them i am no threat, and find tolerance among them for my presence without either of us fearing for our lives.
But there are so many of them, and only one of me, it is a challenge to be brave when you are lonely in such a large world.
I have to find a way. I will find a way.
Somehow.
I have come to realize every end is just a new beginning.
The past was our time, it was a good and joyful time in my life because you made it so.
Now it is my time, i may have lost much, but i gained a whole world and i want to do everything in my power to make it as great as i just can make it be, for everything and everyone.
It only becomes as good as we make it, is that not what we used to say to one another..?
Wherever you are mother, i wish you all the best.
I will always record my memories of you in my journal such as this, and here i will close it up with a little poem for us.
‘As we part ways, we may never see each other again.
As we part ways, we may never be the same again.
As we part ways, we may never be family again.
As we part ways, you may never recognize me again.
However…
As we part ways, know that i will never forget us.
As we part ways, i will always remember us.
For as we part ways, our paths will take us home.
And you will find me there, waiting for you.’
Thank you for everything, mother.