By MarcieEve | November 27, 2013
I require three new dresses. One in blue, one in purple, and one in green.
If I am to stay I require a rocking chair as well.
Schedule deliveries of milk, for Ulshar.
I don't care where I stay until the new house is finished, but I require access to a mirror.
Due to the fact that Neira stole my hairbrush, I need a replacement as well.
Please ask Astra to feed my birds, for I don't wish to return home at the moment.
I have noticed that Sabi has not been using the bed upstairs.
If you wish me to remove myself from it you're welcome to come upstairs and try to make me leave.
Otherwise, please bring me dinner and juice when you have my request filled.
By Mauzen | November 26, 2013
It seemed that my efforts were starting to pay off. While I may not have status or value in Drow society, I was no less a Drow. I must have a house to call my own. Strong females to lead the house, not an easy sort to come by. It seemed that perhaps I was wrong, the surface females seemed to be strong as well. While I may be in a position of Authority, it has always been in the back of my mind, House Zhau'nil. Perhaps in the coming days, the building of a new house, albeit a strange one, will give me the comfort and familiarity I have been looking for. I know that I will not be able to return to the Underdark, I will not be able to rejoin my people, but I have moved past that. I will be part of a strong house, no matter how hard I have to work to make it happen.
By Mauzen | November 26, 2013
The delivery was harder then I thought, it took so much effort I had to use poor Astra to share the load of the pain. The baby was born healthy, and Sasha appeared as well as she could. I spent the better part of the night healing and restoring her. It took much effort but I was able to help her. While my mind had been taxed, my skills tested. I knew that my job was not done. After Sasha fed the child and both were sound asleep I set to my next task.
Astra laying on the floor, I could not help but feel guilty for causing her so much pain, the best I could do was steal away the memories. At least she would not remember the pain. I picked her up and placed her on the love seat, making sure not to wake her or Sasha and the baby.
Now that I had handled most of the difficult part. My long watch began. I did not sleep that night. Working on warding the houses and the keep. Preparing paperwork and and announcement, or perhaps I should leave that to Astra. I'll let her decide. As I wondered around the house, making sure to gather what I could. Checking on the room and the three of them. I went to the keep and gathered Astra's children, bringing them to her, still sound asleep. The children slept on the bed with Sasha.
My mind is still in tatters from the night, I am so very tired, but I must press on. I prepare and drink potion after potion to keep myself going. The long night....
By Rosario | November 25, 2013
As all things do, however, Fafnir's days eventually came to an end. In one final battle to stop a great evil that has swept over the lands time and time again, this legendary knight gave his life to protect those he most cared about. Even so, the old knight died a legend and lived on in the memories of those he protected that day.
The monstrous being that had killed this beloved warrior was not done with him, however. This king of nightmares sent Fafnir into the darkest pits of his own horrors, and there he stayed, trapped for who knows how long. Eventually, he broke free after the creature's power had faded away and Fafnir awoke in a new place. He soon found that this town was called Narrowhaven. Nowhere in the kingdom he was from was there such a place, so the old, now fractured, knight was lost, far away from his home and his family.
Broken as he was, he discovered that this place needed a warrior, a protector from monsters and likely damsels to be rescued. While he was now changed and weakened after so many years in torment, he would make himself strong again to continue doing what he knew was just. Still, something clawed at the back of his mind. All was not well with the old warrior. Something had changed. Just what that was, however, would remain to be seen.
By Bella Morta | November 23, 2013
was all she could manage. The unfamiliarity had no effect on her nerves, as it was peaceful to her, and her attention remained less on what was changing around her and more on what was directly effecting her.
As she hobbled on, she came upon a shop who's doors were open to customers. She quietly entered, moving slowly around the room inspecting the goods. A salesman approached her with concern in his eyes.."Ma'm, may I assist thee?"
E'lan mumbled incoherently and continues to gaze upon the wares.
"Are you seeking gems? Scrolls? Perhaps some magical regeants?"
E'lan looked up, her stringy grease encrusted locks hiding much of her face. But the salesman stepped back, almost gasping in disgust at her distinguishable features...Pale, sunken in face, one eye burning bright red while the other completely white. She is noticable half-blind, and old...yesss very old.
The salesman swallowed hard, lost for words.
"What thish ere be..!!" E'lan demanded in her low scruffy tone, pointing to a rock directly in front of her on the display.
"W-Well..th-that is a substance called immobirite. Its main element is...." and the salesman went on to tell the tale of the immobirite, as he had been told to tell it. E'lan stepped toward him, her face becoming close to his, ear tilted towards his mouth. The salesman, most uncomfortable with this stepped aside, and this became an almost stride through the length of the showcase as she continued to get too close for comfort. Upon finishing , the salesman clapped his hands together nervously, "Now, well, shall I wrap that up for you?"
After an uncomfortable pause, E'lan still very close to the man, clicks her lips and bows her head down shaking it "no", mumbling again under her breath. She then slowly turns and walks out, never looking back.
The salesman was in shock about the whole matter, and the strangeness of the situation. After his discomfort wore off, he pulled a rag from his back pocket and turned toward the display. As he sees what is there (or not there), he freezes in place as his mind replays what could have happened.
"Guards!!!" The salesman rushes out the door and the local guards and few pedestrians walk up to see what the matter was. "My wares! My goods! She stole them!"
"Who?" the guards inquired, and the townsfolk all raised questioning glances.
"The old Drow! Just walked out! You can't miss her!"
And a search began.
By Talow | November 20, 2013
If it hadn't been the Engale kept disappearing for long spats in the past the queen might have thought he'd had been eaten by a dragon, this was not the case. Sasha, the only one left with a link to Engale, could feel him still alive.
But there was nagging all the time with that connection, while it was there, it was more like a busy signal, no an answering machine, Engale was alive, but he wasn't there.
By Amarie | November 18, 2013
I awoke with a soft tickling sensation on my nose. I swatted at it only to have the sensation come again and again. I opened my eyes so as to see the annoyance, but was taken aback by the now blinding light filling my eyes. Screaming out in pain a closed my eyes shut and just flailed my arms wildly in hopes that what ever creature it was would leave me be. As the pain subsided I tried again being more aware that the light was not as gentle to my eyes as it once was.
It took some time for me to be come accustomed to the warm sunlight beating down upon my face. I was only to see shapes and shadows for a while. I searched about the ground on my hands and knees for anything, a bag, food, or just a simple reminder to me of how I got here. But alas the only thing to be found was the annoyance of a cat that followed me about. Simple Meows followed me as I trudged through the sand looking for any object. As the day wore on my sight and strength came back and the world was not so blurred.
When the sun was finally starting to set I seemed to have regained all of my sight back and my strength. I looked around but all I could seem to find were broken ship pieces and sand. I traveled along the shore for a ways with the cat as my companion. Not sure what to do next or who I really am. But it gave me great comfort in having such a tiny creatures seem to warm up to me. It began to consume my interests. What all did I not know about it. Why was this cat following me. That is when I tried to tame the cat and learn all that I could. Every creature was a new adventure and new story.
It only took about a day before we reached Narrowhaven. A very beautiful city with kind people and many many creature running wild. I felt at piece as I entered the gates of the city. The inn keeper was kind and gave me a place to stay with a bit of bread and water. Exhausted from my travels I took great pleasure in lying down in bed that night. The cool sheets brushing against my battered body gave me hope that I might be able to remember something.
By Delia | November 18, 2013
I have something which may be of interest to you, and a proposition for you that will help immensely in our (Narrowhaven's) current situation. Please contact me at your earliest convenience.
Baroness Delia Blacke
Narrowhaven Academy of Arts
By Orlando | November 18, 2013
Sasha now had all the tools to recognize her fate, to plan accordingly, she could teach her no more. She had been disappointed but she knew that the child she carried would teach Sasha to love herself and to love another unconditionally without greed, or selfishness. Perhaps this was the makers plan all along, to create a human which was more human than the rest. As many might have seen the frailty of humans as a weakness, she knew it to be a strength. She had hopes they would push on, they would do more, they would do better than she could have done and maybe that would be her penance to watch them suffer without her to intervene. He flesh laid upon the empty grass knoll rotting away until nothing was left. It was here she wanted for Trance to deliver her to her punishment. The grass was wet still and stained from the blood that had run from her body as if trying to escape death itself. Everything in her wanted to survive, wanted to live, but she couldn't her time was up.As she left her body, she watched her past self rise from the ashes of that burned tent. She watched as the humans rose and fell over the eons as a spirit. It was like horror in repeat, over and over again she watched. Until she could repeat it from memory, every word spoken by every creature for a million years, she knew it all. This was her hell, watching but never being able to change anything.
This is something she both lamented and cherished at the same time. She was never truly alone, and over the centuries she watched as she saw her friends, her family, be born, grow old and die. It was the most devastating thing that she would ever experience. Who knows how many times she witnessed the past, present, and future. Eventually she looked beside her and saw a familiar figure. There was a woman with Crimson hair and fair skin, an awkward look about her, but a smile on her face an a tear in her eyes. Neira was shocked for a moment before she realized who this was.
"You... You are her? The she, the one, the beginning, the end." She stammered out so many words but the figure didn't respond. The woman turned to face Neira. At this point she already expected that this is when the real trouble began. The figure raised her hand and caressed her cheek softly, and in this moment tears fell from Neira's soft blue eyes, "thank you, thank you" she uttered, "Thank you" was all she could say and then as she closed her eyes and looked down, everything ended and there was no more pain, no more suffering, no memories of the past, of the present, of the future. There was nothing left, a blank slate and darkness. There is no telling what became of Neira the Necromancer after death, sure there were stories, and legends, but now the truth was gone, all that was left were two lonely gods sitting upon alabaster thrones, in a jungle known as life.
By TheGuy | November 17, 2013
Thanks to everyone who helped work on this update! Vii & John & Trance & Theguy
We are using a new SVN so the number has started over at 1.
677) Possible fix for email registration crash
678) Increased difficutly of EvilMage & EvilMageLord
679) Spawned a number of places on the Lond Islands map (map2)
680) Changed skeletal drake to be more like a normal drake
681) Added skeletal drake to animate dead spell
682) Added a Boline tool for herb gathering
683) Added herb gathering system using tast ID skill. Allows player to gather regants and herbs by targeting plants
684) Added 23 new herbs that will change how alchemy works
685) Boline tools are hold by NPC herbalists and alchemists & can be crafted by tinkers.
686) Moved / rearranged / merged / organized all of the monster scripts on the SVN
687) Spellbooks sold by NPC vendors (all types) now will be sold with identified true
688) Doubled the amount of spellbook drops from monster drop to make them drop more often
689) Bug fix for the storage bags
690) Fix for scissors not chopping some items up
691) Cookies that could not be eaten can not be eaten! Eat the Cookies!
692) Added wiki info for herb gathering
693) New color for firebeetles
694) Worked on mapping out spawns
695) Worked on the interactive map
696) Possible fix for crash Dictionary`2.FindEntry(TKey key)
697) All skills now have a hard cap of 135 & Re-Compiled the Core RunUO.exe
698) Added 48 new Orc monsters each in different warring clans
699) Worked on spawning
700) Finished Lone Islands interactive map
701) Fix crash for mounts & basevendor
702) If hidden a player will be revealed when trying to buy or sell
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