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Soldiers of Silence (A Mercenary Guild/Event Group)

By Mal | February 15, 2019

Soldiers of Silence

She sat with crossed arms taking in the pitiful sight that stood opposite of her. He was young, too young to have found his way into her tavern. The shine in his eyes, the easy smile across his face, the air of optimism around was enough to make her stomach turn. She forced her breath through her nose and looked back to the maps and missives splayed across her table. “How’d you find me,” she said flaty. His reaction was somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “How did I find you? Do you jest?” Her one eye lifted from the maps and seemed to instantly stifle the young man’s reaction. “If you’ve heard of me...then you know jesting is not something I do,” she replied in her stone cold tone. “Ma’am, You’re a one eyed half orc nearly a man and half tall, wrought of defined muscle, and cold as night in winter. You’re not exactly difficult to locate,” she nodded, he made a fair point after all. She slid two markers, one to Britain and one to Vesper on her map. She made a note in her mind to send scouts to meet her contacts there. She needed to keep ears and eyes on the streets in search of signs of jobs to found. The young man shifted uncomfortable in the lingering silence. He was about to speak but a quick glare from her good eye gave him pause. She’d let him stew in the moment a bit longer. “Commander,” she said as the pregnant pause neared a tangible level. “Commander?” She sighed at his response. “Another slow one,” she thought. “You called me ‘Ma’am’ before,” he looked at her blankly unsure of how to respond. “Don’t do it again,” The young man nodded slowly. “Fine, you’ve found me...what do you want?” She asked this knowing full well why the young hopeful had sought her out. “I am here to join your band of ruthless mercenaries, so that I can make a name for myself.” It was a good reason as any other, though she took umbrage at his description of her organization. For his reason, she could not fault him. She reminded herself that It was in youthful overzealousness that she lost her left eye. “Can you even swing that?” She questioned nodding toward the mace hanging from the young man’s belt. “Of course I can. I’ve killed a wolf with it even.” he stated with an air of pride. She took in the sight of the young man again. She had met this boy a hundred times before. She had sent him off to fight and die in the name of gold and fame. A younger her would feel pity or try to stir the young man onto a different path...safer path. But no, now she was older and she had learned all too well there was no way to change the mind of a determined young person. “You know the Creed of Three Silences?” That was the true test. If he knew at least then she was obligated to take him in. “I do. We come from silence. We are paid for silence. We create silence.” She had to admit, he did his research. She stood slowly and the young man suddenly felt tiny before her. “We come from silence,” she said moving at a snail’s pace as she made her way in the young man’s direction. “It means we don’t care where we come from, what we believe, who sent us, or how we got here. If you are here, then you are with us.” She corned the table end and continued her path toward him. “We are paid for silence. It means we do not care for the reason we are here. If you are here, then you are here for the job and nothing else is to get in the way of that.” Her good eye locked onto his eyes. “We create silence. It means we do the job when we are here and when we aren’ doesn’t exist.” She finished her advance. He looked up with the timid eyes of a green youth. “Does that mean...I’m in?” He asked meekly. “There is no in. Did you not hear what I said?” The young man paused for a moment, straightened his back, and returned her gaze. “I am here, Commander. What’s the job?” He said with confidence. She offered him a hand. Her clasped her forearm with a calp. In that, moment she couldn’t help but to think, “Maybe there is hope for this one yet.”

Soldiers of Silence is a mercenary network guild that welcomes people from all walks of life. Maybe you are an honorable paladin whose sect has hired the Soldiers and requested that you oversee the divine justice that must be brought to a group of demons. Perhaps you are a nimble thief who decided to join the Soldiers on a job to help a local noble vie for power and make some quick gold. Or are you a dark necromancer in search of souls and came to the Soldiers to capitalize on anonymity of an assassination mission? Whatever your reason, goals, or past you are welcome in the Soldiers of Silence so long as you are here for the job.

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Naylura, The Hex Scribe

By Mal | February 15, 2019

The Hex Scribe

She sat, cloak raised, in the dusty hovel of an inn. The food was barely edible and the drink might as well have been warm piss. She never wasted a thought wondering how the illiterate peons lived in such a way. The answer was obvious to her. It would be like asking why does one breath or why is water wet. Completely disinterested in her so called dinner, the cloaked woman sat cross legged with book in hand. Her free hand leisurely traced the grooves in the wood table as she read ignoring the hard looks from the inn’s patrons. Did she notice the suspicious eyes and lower muttering all around her? Perhaps, but in the same way a lion notices the passing of ants.
Her brows furrowed as she turned a page. Her finger unconsciously returned to its previous position and went back to tracing the table. This book was a frustrating undertaking. One of the thousands she combed through in hopes that it held the secrets for which she searched...for which she needed. However, it seemed that this tome would be much like the rest, disappointing. She was about to turn another page when a sudden and violent thud came upon her table. She not jump nor did she gasp. She simple lowered the book enough so that she could see who or what had made gravest error of their existence.
Standing in the table, almost in defiance of her, was a gleaming dagger. Her eyes, bright and red, studied the three men who had come to her tabe. One, who was dressed in mail and had arms like the trunk of an oak, grabbed a stool and took a seat before the dagger. “You ain’t from around here.” The man said in a gruff voice giving a nod toward the weapon. “We ain’t keen havin’ yer kind stinkin’ up our tavern.” She lifted her free hand, turned the page, and allowed her finger to return to the table. Her eyes returned to her reading. “You deaf, witch?” the second man called from behind his larger friend. “You and this table are about to have somethin’ in common if you don’t get yerself out of our tavern.” The third added with a tone that was hungry for confrontation. However, the cloaked woman was not one for confrontation. The drama was lost on her and she had no interest or time for the wagging tongues of men.
“Damn ink skins are worse than tieflings,” the second man muttered to the third while eying the woman with disdain. By this point she came to the realization that these men were not going to allow her to finish her reading. The drow woman sighed and clapped her book shut. “That’s get,” the first man spat while throwing a pointed finger toward the tavern door. Yet, the woman did not move. “You deaf, witch?” the second man repeated. The third man’s smile withdrew as he noticed something. “Hey, look fellas. She’s nervous,” he said pointing to her fidgeting finger on the table. “You sacred, ink skin? Just go and no one has to get hurt.” The first man said firmly. Her tracing finger suddenly stopped. She spread her fingers and rested an open palm where she had been tracing. Here eyes flashed, a symbol shone on the table, and in the next moment everyone in tavern fell...writing in pain. Tears ran down choking hands as men clawed at the invisible bindings around their necks.
She stood and tucked the book under her arm. She stepped over the dying men paying them no attention. She was about to exit when she heard something that actually peaked her interest. “…” the labored words gurgled out by the first man paused her advance. She turned and observed that he was not choking to death like others, not just yet at least. She could see the pain melded with hate stirring in the dying man’s eyes. Now that was worth her valuable time. She strolled casually back toward the table all the while watching the man and his writhing hatred. “I see,” the cloaked woman clucked to herself with satisfaction. She liberated the dagger from the table and gave it a look look over. It would do. She made her way back to the man and knelt down. She placed her book on the floor and lifted the man’s chin to get a better look at his eyes. Yes, it was there, she concluded. “…” she knew the man’s words were not a question. They were more of a demand of the universe to explain how such a fate could fall upon him. “That is a difficult question to answer,” she mused mostly to herself. “To you, however, what I am is simple,” she could sense it, the twisting agony and hate of the man was nearly tangible. “To you I am Naylura, the Hex Scribe...and you will make fine ink,” The dagger slowly dragged across the man’s throat spilling fresh wet blood across the inn’ wooden floor.

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By Talow | October 21, 2015

Party Fix(s)

The issues with party should now be resolved. The way party invites is simple:

Person invites another person to party with /add or the add to party context menu. This forms a party and the person that did the invite is the leader.
Everyone in the party may invite others to the party (if they are not in party) with the /add or the context menu. If the inviter is not the party leader then they are suggesting to add another member to the party. This will bring a confirmation to the leader of the party, if the leader agrees then they can accept and it will then ask the expectant person if they want to join your party.

If you are already the leader there is no change.

This will prevent multi parties that causes so many glitches inside of parties.

both /add and the context menu should have the same checks now (except for LOS is likely still in the /add section and not in the context menu option).

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Lancelynn & Thronna’s Wedding

By Ren | October 5, 2015

Sept. 25, 2015

Getting some brotherly advice before the wedding...

Engale Strace:
I will tell you the same thing I told him.
While you strive to make him happy in your relationship..
Do not lose yourself to his happiness.

Thronna Strace: I will not, but seeing him happy makes me happy as does seeing
you with sissy.


Malacostus: Welcome friends!
We have gathered here to witness the joining of Lancelynn to Thronna, in this blessed union of
The word is the Beginning - The Substance of Things Hoped For, The Evidence of Things Not Seen,
A union between the two, situated as it is on the beach of the world - storms and buffets touch.

They were wedded, the essential unity forever honoring the link of life.
The backward movement of the internal world comes nearest to the mysteries falling among the yea,
the equinox that begins to change the world.

The sum total is the length of one when the night is dissolved...
grasping the power from an ancient world speaking of forces that discovered or invented the human
nature not clearly understood.

The influence of the time governs the universe, love becomes the paradise of the world - the
ancient reason equal to one ordinary Spring - remembered by people who have lent their names to
the world, one from the other.

Lancelynn Vendala: Sound, touch, sight, taste and smell, the component parts of this visible world, Are but properties
composed of the Darkness and Joy that is inseparable from the fire that creates two from the spaces
intervening between the middle of desire..

Thronna Strace: The heart reflects forever, resting on a fragment of separate and whole, flesh and blood on the stage
of life.

Malacostus: This, the connecting link, is the only way - entirely conspicuous and always visible.... as so many
Lights, like stars percieved as so many Angels.

Joy is the seat of nourishment - attraction nearer and nearer, bodies adorned with each other - the
other door of the interior where the voice and the body, like names of different rivers, become
absorbed in the stream of the sound of the world.

The impossible necessities of the human heart, they are thus contented.

Lancelynn Vendala: Courage is the gift of love, to keep in our hearts on, in a gallery of faces.

Thronna Strace: A sentinel of the nourishment we find, closely, side by side.

Malacostus: Please both take each other by the hand.

Lancelynn Vendala: *holds her hand*

Thronna Strace: *takes Lance's hand*

Malacostus: The hand you offer each other is an extention of thyself in thy Mutual Love.

Cherish that touch now and forever.

Lancelynn, will you place the ring on Thronna's hand and repeat after me these words:

Lancelynn Vendala: *puts the ring on her finger*

Malacostus: With this ring, I thee wed.

Lancelynn Vendala: With this ring, I thee wed.

Malacostus: Thronna will you place the ring on Lancelynn's hand and repeat these words:
With this ring, I thee wed.

Thronna Strace: *puts the ring on Lance's finger*
With this ring, I thee wed.

Malacostus: *clears throat*
Now by the powers committed me, and by the laws of Britannia...
*takes a big breath*
I now pronounce that Lancelynn and Thronna are husband and wife.

Go now, and revel in the power of being a couple.

Trust and rely upon each other, and let nothing part thee.

Lancelynn you may now kiss your bride!

Lancelynn Vendala: *takes her in his arms and kisses her*

Thronna Strace: *puts her arms around him and kisses*

Lancelynn Vendala: *whispers to Thronna*

Thronna Strace: *smiles and nods*

Malacostus: *looks around*

Lancelynn Vendala:
*turns to face the crowd*

Thronna Strace: *giggles softly and whispers*

Engale Strace: *smiles happily*

Lancelynn Vendala: *nods*

Lancelynn Vendala: We would like to thank everyone for coming.
The reception is being held in the structure to the south west.

Thronna Strace: *smiles softly*

Lanclynn Vendala: There is food and refreshment there

Kairi Vel: *nods*

Engale Strace: The way we chose to live or lives

Kairi Vel: Engale's getting poetic.

Engale Strace: is the way we chose to die in the end. Never to be alone
on the journey is what we strive for.


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The Disgruntled Miner

By Elzebet | September 22, 2015

A lone dwarven miner collapsed breathless at the feet of a wandering healer. On the dwarf's shoulder, the gash from the claw of a black dragon threatened to become a mortal wound. "Help"... the dwarf cried out weakly before passing out from blood-loss at the healer's feet.

The rich cave had been the dwarf's livelihood, it's depths full of rare ores, and precious gems. Yet something had been wrong for some time....a strange stone archway had been built at one end of the cave. The dwarf had witnessed over many days the comings and goings of odd folk and overheard murmurs in the darkness about someone called Darkseid, magic, and a ladylove. There were also Ophidians who camped in the caverns southern chambers; their slithering, skanky, scaly bodies hoarding the valuable ore and driving off honest miners.. The dwarf had known trouble was coming but now the cave was infested with vile demons and dragons.

The healer knelt down and bound the dwarf's wounds. Sometime later the dwarf awoke and made the long journey to Narrowhaven. The dwarf, was determined to put an end to this nonsense and to drive out the black dragon, and other despicable creatures. The dwarf red-faced and furious began ranting at anyone who would listen...."Help!!! mercenaries, priests! Sorcerors, I've got coin to be earned! Where be this Blackfoot Clan I heard of?"

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New Begining

By kevin327 | September 19, 2015

Merrick sits by the fountain that's in front of the Mythndale Manor, he saw Jade after the hunt he went on last eve, He sits starring at the swirling water ... Its been awhile since he has seen Jade. He cannot deny that the site of her took his breath a bit. She iwas different yet the same... yet... still beautiful... still alluring .. still intriguing... still... He sat there looking at the swirling waters... then it struck him.. he understood a bit more of what he was thinking. Merrick smiled... a genuine smile.. for once something was making a bit of sense... he liked this feeling. " well, now to do something about it" he said aloud. He raised himself up and went in search of a particular person....

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Death to the King

By Bella Morta | September 18, 2015

His eyes were like fogged glass, his mannerisms like clockwork. Their heads moved in unison to the sounds around them, cocking their heads and shuffling their bodies through turns to appear to look towards a voice. They were like figurines in a music box, each limb bending and twisting to the sounds that played around them. Quinn and Kiara looked so fragile in that moment.

Kairi was pleasantly surprised at the sight of Quinn and Kiara, as she had brought up a new found friend from the Underdark whom she had convinced that this demon, Quinn, would be an obstacle for. This vicious drow, Kel'atar, was the perfect specimen of pride and testosterone to throw against Quinn. One so much like the other, she knew they would have to engage each other in a battle for territory, like lions during mating season. This was her chance to rid herself of her pain, not of a broken heart, but the pain she repeatedly suffered every time she saw Quinn with another woman. It was no longer her pain she felt, but theirs, knowing what their future would bring.

Words were exchanged between the two, beating their chests claiming dominance. Kel'atar struck, catching Quinn off guard as he was succumbed to his blindness. The scuffle continued, Quinn moving himself away from Kiara and gaining strength and sight as he did so. The battle was taken down the road as Quinn was trying to regain his composure. Kiara cried out for them to stop, but she couldn't see that they had already gone out of hearing distance. Kairi took this moment to distract Kiara, as she didn't want anyone to throw themselves between this battle.

"May I ask, what is wrong with Quinn when he's around you? His eyes are unseeing, and he looks so....weak."

Kiara shook her head sorrowfully. "He does this to himself. He says he can't help it, when he's around me." she replied.

"Interesting." Kairi thought. She wanted to get more information, but Quinn came walking up the path, victorious in unleashing his fury on the Drow, who seemingly had to submit to the demon's strength. Kairi was disappointed. She thought this would be the end. She turned her back to Kiara and walked hastily past Quinn, to see the state of the drow. Kel'atar was picking himself up, planning to return home. This wasn't the end for him, he was going to finish what had been started. Kairi told him he had done well, and vowed to assist in any way she could. She even offered her guard, Anlyth, as a decoy to be used by Kel'atar.

Even still, Kairi knew that brute strength was not going to take this demon down. She knew what would...she had come close before. She knew of his weaknesses, and now, knew of one more. Kiara would work, she thought, whether she agreed to or not. But in this instance, Kairi knew that this was something she would have to do herself. She wielded the weapon, a gift from this 'King of All' given to her long ago. She knew of his tattoo, his source of whatever it power? She didn't quite understand it, but she knew it had a connection to his state of being. And then there was Kiara, who would unknowingly open the doorway to being able to sneak up unnoticed, until it was too late. She knew she had to act quietly, swiftly, and without hesitation. Thus the planning commenced.

It was the next day. She spotted the duo at the square, where they usually performed their fragile dance. Quinn and Kiara, tilting and twisting their heads as they tried to zone into the sounds around them while whispering to each other. The motions made Kairi uncomfortable, as it was reminiscent of a puppet show she had seen when young. She didn't make herself aware, and headed home, to prepare. Anlyth was beside her, as he always seemed to be, whether she wanted it or not. She removed her shoes, and grabbed the dragonfang dagger she held so dear to her heart. She never had thought she would ever commit murder...that was something she hired out, something she did not want the burden of carrying. And her reputation was of utmost importance. But this had to be done, she thought, if she were ever to be at peace again.

She had trained for this moment for a long time. With Kairi, there was always a backup plan. So she and her guard quietly moved through the streets of Narrowhaven, staying within the shadows as they walked. Luckily the roads remained quiet. Fate was so far on her side. They came to the inn, sneaking around it until the duo at the well was in plain sight, their backs turned to them. Kairi stood and hesitated a moment, reaching into her waistband to pull out her dagger, gripping the comforting handle tightly as she waited. Quinn and Kiara began to discuss something, their voices soft though there was heat within the words. Kairi nodded her head toward the two, signaling Anlyth that they should proceed. The two quietly stepped across the cobbled road, making sure to keep their paces slow and random. They got close enough to be standing directly behind the man in red, the unseeing demon distracted by his love's words. Kairi extended her arm out from her side as far as she could, dagger in hand pointing toward her. She leveled her arm to match the dagger point up with the tattoo's "bullseye" she had seen on Quinn's torso. Then she took one giant step forward, thrusting her arm around Quinn and bending it so that the dagger penetrated. Anlyth gagged Quinn with a cloth at the same time that Quinn had been stuck, muffling his sounds. Kairi stepped aside, leaving the dagger and Quinn's collapsing frame to her guard to support. As these actions were carried out, Kairi exclaimed "Kiara! You are looking lovely today!" and walked past Anlyth who was dragging Quinn back to then throw him over his shoulder. She faced Kiara now, keeping her attention in front of her as a death was occuring behind her. She saw the confusion on Kiara's face and whispered, "I guess Quinn didn't like my guard. They've run off to play, hehe." She nods to Anlyth who's bent over frame proceeds to carry the corpse slowly around to the back of the inn. "Ah well. Now that my guard's distracted I will run to the bank and grab my shovel. Another map for a possible treasure, and I can't risk bringing him along in case he's a theif in disguise, hehe."

Kiara smiles feintly, dipping her head in farewell. Kairi goes to the bank and grabs her shovel. "Hehe" she thought "At least some of it was truth." As she exits the bank she says farewell to Kiara and pretends to depart down the road. Once out of hearing range, she scurries through the grass to the back of the inn. Anlyth laid Quinn's corpse out on the grass, awaiting Kairi's next order. She walks over to it, pulls the dagger from Quinn's wound, and hands Anlyth the shovel. "Bury him six feet deep" she says. "Oh, and after you are done, you're free." She turns her back to him and the corpse, dagger held tightly in hand.

The journey home was a blur. She could barely remember walking up her stairs and into the bathroom, but her eyes fixated on her reflection in the mirror. Her face was stern, eyes seeming to tear through her with anger. She held her daggerhand up, blade stained with drying blood. She was a murderer now, soiled to the soul with corruption. Without willing it, her hand raised up, the point of the dagger hovering in front of her eye. She watched the reflection as the dagger pierced her flesh, beginning just under her lower eyelid and running down her cheek, stopping just in line with where her nose ends. The blood on the blade mixed with hers, the slice in her face too thin to bleed out but closing up as beads of red try to fuse the seem together again. Her scar, to remind her of her mistakes, however many this one had caused. She dropped the dagger into the washbasin, and filled it up with water. Then, she turned to go to her bed, and crawled into it still fully clothed, the beaded blood on her cheek staining her bedpillow. She then sleeps, for what seems like weeks.

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*A sign posted in the Narrowhaven bank*

By Lancelyn | September 18, 2015

Looking for a priest for a wedding.

Contact Lancelynn Vendala

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Crawling… …..

By kevin327 | September 16, 2015

As the man slowly crawls through the deep woods... eyes wide open yet blinded by he knows not what ... he can see clearly ..yet everything is foggy...where is he ? why is he here?... what bothers him the most... who is he?...
His mouth is so dry... his muscles ache ... his blood feels as if on fire... every breath strains every fiber of his lungs... He collapses again.... yet after a moment he strains to rise up and crawl some more... where is he even going?
All these questions keep repeating themselves over and over... he knows not the answers so.... he just crawls on...

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[9/10/2015] Server Update

By TheGuy | September 10, 2015

- Added Balron Trophy
- Removed spawned bosses with no keys from map
- Pulp no longer require a recipe scroll to craft
- Pulp now requires 10 skill to craft
- Blank Scroll no longer require a recipe scroll to craft
- Alchemy powders no longer require a recipe scroll to craft
- Alchemy Nerco potions requirements set back to default uo requirements
- Herb gathering: Min/Max gathered total set form 1-5 to 10-30.
- Herb gathering: Respawn min/Max total set form 20-30 mins to 10-20 mins.
- Herb gathering: Greatly increased herb drop rate.
- Made sure all powders were being used with Glyphs for main gems
- Adjusted glyph powders
- Check all the Recipe blueprints and found a number of missing blueprints, added all the missing ones in!!

NOTE: I'm not sure if the server has been restarted yet for these. But they will show up when it gets restarted.

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