Wolf

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Well Steel, Unfortunately with my travelling this week, we did not get the opportunity to hit one last adventure. I just wanted to take some time from the road to pass along my best wishes to you and your family as you leave our little game. If you get the chance, be sure to drop in once and a while to say hi. I know that you will be missed by many within the ranks, and although short, your tenure has been both meaningful and productive. I`ll look forward to the day that we will be able to draw weapons together once more. Until then, feel free to use this electronic contraption we all posess to keep in touch. *salutes*

Thanks very much Borg.

I will participate as a voting member at the request of others, as my position within the guild is outside of traditional guild structure and voting rights. Also because we have a few vacancies right now

Sheep :O , I thought that was Coldren's specialty. Nice to hear from you Koop

Excellent work. That makes 3 completed quests. I require a minimum of two more.

Steel, Isn't there a new technology allowing for high speed internet connection via carrier pigeon . Hope all goes well with your move and hopefully you'll find a way to stay in this grand world we call UO. Now as for recent events within the guild, and many of us have seen these types of scenarios play out before, I'd like to make a few comments. I am not commenting to berate anyone, nor discipline anyone, but to pass along some of my own thoughts with respect to the world we live in both in game and out. I have held many positions within the guild starting from Legionnaire to Squire to Knight to Centurion to Imperator and Senator of War. Now with my playtime being limited, as an Ancient which is more of an advisory role that exists outside of the Legion chain of command, so you can all take from this whatever piece of wisdom you feel it may confer. UO is a game, albeit I have come to know and respect many individuals through this game. I say the wor individuals because I am referring to the people behind the pixels and characters that are represented in game. Many of these people, myself included were looking for something in this game that they could relate to, associate with and enjoy. For me this was found in PGoH. I was in a number of guilds as a "newbie" but none of them had the same level of structure, dedication and maturity thatPGoH did. The scope of this guild and The Honor Empire itself grew from the personal dedication of its founders and its members into what exists today. I have said the following to numerous people through personal talks via ICQ or in game talks....The one thing that we should all do when faced with situations with which we don't agree or take exception to is stop, take a breath and think. The nature of online gaming makes it easy to react first and think later. Let's face it, you're staring at a monitor that is composed of a bunch of different pixels. But those pixels represent someone. There is somebody on the other side that faced with some of the same choices you have as pertains to this game. Ask yourself one question before proceeding with anything thatwould impact that person on the other end personally. That question is ..How would I handle this if I was sitting face to face with this person in the real world? I guarantee that in most cases 90% of game issues wouldn't result in anything more than a short conversation before shaking hands and going to have a beer. Unfortunately the virtual world doesn't allow for that same personal interaction. It's too easy to say, I quit, or shove it, or walk away. Take a minute to think on why we as individuals play this game. I'll jump to my professional life for a second to sum up this rant. 99% percent of the time it's not the message, but rather how it's delivered. There's a way to go about doing everything, both in game and in life. Here is a quote from a motivational picture I have hanging on the wall in my office: "Watch your thoughts for they become words. Choose your words for they become actions. Understand your actions for they become habits. Study your habits for they become your character. Develop your character for it becomes your destiny" Some may think that's over the top, but put in perspective to you as an individual on a day to day basis. So, for those that read this lon winded message, thank-you. If you gained anything from it, excellent. If it didn't, well it's only my viewpoint and we all ultimately make our own choices on how we live our lives. Now, Let's go have some fun. Damian (a.k.a Wolf)

Passing along a message from Seven guild diplomat of GoL I hope we can band together for the common good once more. *salutes* Seven of Nine GoL Forum Thread Message from Wolf to PGoH: I would encourage willing participants to thwart murderers when provided the opportunity to do so. Remember however to conduct yourself in a manner befitting the Empire. So while it's ok to lay down justice, don't act like an ass in doing so ::

Excellent. That's one set. any other able bodied souls?

Another day older, any wiser???

Updated with current work Sig Banners

The dew glistens in the light of the rising sun. The warriors breath, frosts the morning air. With a practiced hand, he jostles his sword in its scabbard, keeping the blade free should he need to draw it. Wolf reads the missive he had received from the Emperor, its contents of no surprise to him. They had walked this path before and he knew all to well what was required. The old warrior places the note inside his cloak and waits. Wolf doesn't wait long as he sees the mounted figure break through the morning mists. "Senator" he calls out. "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice". Rand climbs down from his horse and clasps the old warriors hand. "I wish it were in better times" he states. Wolf nods and pulls the note from his cloak and hands is to him. "It is from the Emperor. The current strife that plagues the land must be pushed back." Rand takes a moment to read the note. "I understand" he says simply. Wolf turns and looks out at the shimmering waters in front of Olympus. "As Senator of War, the Emperor calls you to active duty. As in the days of the Orc Wars and the Stand of Trinsic, the Empire must be prepared. As Senator, the Emperor grants you all rights and authority over the Legion. You answer only to Him. These are trying times. You are surrounded by able bodied commanders. Use those that will mould the cohorts to stand against the growing opposition. You speak with the Emperor's voice and he will brook no argument." The old warrior looks back towards the Senator. "Guide them witha firm yet just hand Rand. They require discipline and focus to keep them alive in the coming days. There is strength within the ranks. Draw it out. Tap their energy. Show them what it is to be an army." Rand looks from the old warrior to the note in his hand. "Very well" he states. "The Legion will be ready.". With that he mounts the horse and pulls the head about. "Rand" Wolf calls out, stopping the Senator's mount. "Remember, you speak with the Emperor's voice. Keep them alive." Wolf watches as Rand disappears into the mist. What an age we live in. Thinking to himself...they will learn, they will listen...or what?....they will die. For Honor and Empire

The old warrior watches the pigeon he has dispatched to the Emperor disappear into the night sky. Pulling his sword from its scabbard he begins his methodical routine of polishing the ancient blade. Sighing to himself, he stares into the flickering light of the candle at his side. His mind drifts back over battles long ago... ***....Fire burned about the ramparts and smoke poured from the windows of Lioness castle. The weary Centurion, his face covered in ash, blood caked upon his once golden armor walks out through the portcullis and approaches the Emperor's tent. The sentries standing guard salute and draw the curtain aside. The warrior stops to remove his helm and ducks into the tent. The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the simple trappings of the Emperor's field tent. The warrior waits a moment for his eyes to adjust and takes stock of his Emperor. His Liege Lord sits quietly at his writing desk, head bowed, his hands folded over the parchment layed out across the desk. The warrior stand silently awaiting his Emperor's attention. Without raising his head, a whisper escapes his Emperor's lips, "Is it done?" he asks. The warrior looks at the dancing shadows the burning castle sends playing across the outside of the tent. "It is m'Lord" he answers quitely. A small shudder passes through the Emperor as he acknowledges the statement. "Report Centurion." he commands, rising from his desk and turning to face his soldier. The warrior falters, he had seen much in the service of the Empire. Had fought in many campaigns, but none as difficult as this. Steeling himself, he draws himself up. "M'Lord, the mages met heavy resistance from the Lioness defenses. The reports were validated, their strength in the arcane arts has grown considerably. The Legion assaulted the main gate and breached the walls as planned. The fighting was fierce. Heavy casualties were taken by both sides. Those that surrendered have been escorted to Britain as instructed. M'Lord... there were precious few that layed down their swords." "Would you have done less Centurion, had the roles been reversed?" the Emperor asked. "In truth M'Lord you know I would not. An oath is an oath. The same all my brethren swore. For Honor and Empire." The Emperor nods. "And so it is with those sworn to Lioness. Come Centurion sit a while." The warrior removes his gauntlets and draws up a chair opposite his Emperor. "May I speak frankly M'Lord?" he asks. "I would expect no less Wolf, although I believe I may know what troubles you." Taking a breath Wolf looks at his Emperor. "Why? M'Lord, did Lioness not fight alongside the Empire? I admit I did not know the family well, yet they strike me not as an enemy of the Empire. To bring such a battle to a noble house.." the warrior shakes his head, "I just do not understand". The Emperor looks at Wolf, sadness in his eyes. "This is no fairytale land we live in Wolf. The forces that would destroy our fabric often use tools, even un-wittingly, to their ends. Such was the case with Lioness. Though it pains me to take such action, the alternative was....unthinkable. Left unchecked, the seed would have grown and taken root. If that were allowed to happen then all would be at risk. No Wolf, tonight was destined. Though we weep for the fallen, this night was a necessity. Tell me. What of the ruling family?" Wolf clears his throat. "Lord Lioness was taken by an arrow from his wife's bow. The Lady took herself within the fire in the bowels of the keep. M'Lord, they were so sure that their cause was just." "And therein lies the downfall of house Lioness. And what of of the Children?" the Emperor asked "M'Lord, we found no remnants of the chldren, nor the brother. We do not know what befell them" The Emperor smiles, confusing the warrior. "As it was meant to be. That is all Wolf. Steel yourself and the Legion though difficult know that it was the course layed before us. Now go and rest." "M'Lord". the warrior rises, bowing to his Emperor he pushes through the curtains and into the night air. Looking up at the still burning castle, the warrior walks off to obey his Emperor's command.**** Stirring from his memories, Wolf notes the candle has burned low in its holder. Shaking himself he looks down at the gleaming sword before him. Would that it not have to be this way he thinks to himself. Ahhh, Triston, when will our swords cross? Rising from his chair, the old warrior leans forward and blows out the candle. May the Gods forgive us my brother.

For any that are willing to participate, this old warrior has a task that needs attention. It is open to any PGoH members of any fighting class, civilians as well, if you have the means to accomplish it. I require several sets of the following 3 specific items: (1) The magic weapon received from a slain Balron (doesn't matter what type of weapon it is. (2) The hides from an Ancient Wyrm (3) The spoils (loot) from a slain Banshee in Ilshenar I cannot yet disclose why the Empire requires these items. For those warriors that obtain the items, you will receive a complete valorite suit of armor (dex or plate pending your preference). For mages and or tamers, regeants and leather armor shall be your reward. Now you may think to yourself, Bah! what need have I of a simple suit of armor. Time will tell. *OOC Note: I encourage all to attempt to secure these items. As there is really no way for me to know if you did in fact complete the tasks, this relies heavily on your Honor as a human being.**

Perhaps, our meeting might be the target of internal spies for the Brigante?

This matter has been clarified with the participating parties. Onward and upward folks

I would also participate.

*chuckles* That is funny.

Here, here! Oh and Triston.....

The sudden flash of light from Olympus drew the old warriors attention. Putting down his spectacles, he leans out the window of his small tower and gazes up at the ramparts of the castle. He sees the figures gazing out from the stonework, their bodies silhouetted aganist the night sky and fading embers from the explosion. By the fading light he sees the determined look on Trsiton's face. A look of profound sadness crosses the old warriors face. Recent memories of his own mad ravings play through his mind. He has seen much in his years with the Empire, he had prayed that this night would never come. Sighing, the old warrior pulls his scabbard from the wall and places it on the table. He pulls a scroll from the folds of his tunic. With it he drafts a short letter to the Emperor. "M'Lord, his conscience betrays him. Our fears have come to fruition from that fateful day. Though valiant, the house of Lioness had to fall. He will oppose the Empire. He will draw steel and blood for the memory of a doomed family. I know not how to steer him from his course for I know what horror must have been perceived to a boy such as he. In his eyes we are responsible, though we call him brother. M'Lord, he will take up arms against us. Though it saddens me to no end, for the sake of the Empire, we must stand against him and those that cannot yet see that which was meant to be. That which we knew at the time to be the only course. He seeks vengeance as an apt warrior is want to do. We must be vigilant for I can not bear to bring harm to my brothers, the pain of my actions during my madness is still fierce. We must convince Triston to see that day for what it was, so that he may grieve and accept its neccessity. But until that day, we must protect the Empire, for his vengeance will know no bounds left unchecked. Those that stand beside him will know the torment of raising their blade against their brothers, the anguish of drawing the blood of those you've sworn to protect." The old warrior places his shaking hand on the table and his head turns once more towards the window. A single tear rolls unchecked down his weathered face and falls unnoticed to the parchment.

Glad you're back. And I'm quite sane now, yes indeed, quite sane I tell you, Not mad at all. Not even a hint of crazy left in my aging bones, nope clear of mind and strong of er.... What was I talking about again?

It certainly beats standing downwind from Wolf on one of his good days Har. Just for that..."NO SOUP FOR YOU!!!!!!" :smilewinkgrin:

Where did the rubbing Borg's bald head fetish come from ? Not very dignified for an Emperor

No need to apologize

We ran a similar game a while back and it was indeed great fun. A lot of good clean tom foolery and combat, with some neat tricks that popped up during our game too. Some combatants got pretty creative. I'd derfinately participate