Martok

It has been a long time since medals have been issued to deserving members. It is now time to recognize some of the achievments and accomplishments of our brothers and sisters of the Empire. Senator of War Wolf, Imperator Baltazar, and Gladiator Centurion Coldren: For their past, present, and known future commitment to LEGION lifestyle, demonstrated through their continued endeavors within the LEGION, are hereby awarded the Legion Arms medal. Magistrate Siun Loresdottar: For her past, present, and known future dedication to the lifestyle of SENATE, as well as her unwavering dedication and loyalty to the behind the scenes operation of the Empire, is hereby awarded the Senate Citation Medal. Witnessed on Olympus, under the advice of the GODS and the PATER IMPERIUM, and signed with the official writ of the Proconsul. Congratulations Strength and HONOR

Hear Ye Hear Ye! As my first official act as Proconsul of the Empire, I Martok, hereby declare the following: Baltazar Con Wec, Senior Centurion, is hereby promoted to the position of Imperator of the Felix lines of HONOR, under all auspices of the GODS, and under the vision of the Pater Imperium. Fellow citizens of the Empire, please join me in congratulating our new Imperator, Baltazar.

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Hear ye Hear ye! On Tuesday, October 23rd at 8pm by the eastern sky, a State of the Empire meeting shall be held. All members of the Empire are encouraged to attend this meeting. We will be discussing various topics during this meeting. I will post a outline of what will be discussed later this week. This meeting will be held on the PGoH MIRC channel. If you need to install MIRC, or would like the details on setting it up, please go to the members area link from the pgoh.org page.

Nice to hear from you Borg. Hope to see you in game.

Hiya bud! Sorry to hear you sold your UO account. But I'm sure I'll talk to you, take care!

Good to have you back! We missed you!

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As found on BNN: The dark chambers of the Master brightened to a dull blue glow as a moongate shimmered into existence on the far side of the room. The outline of a figure in an enshrouding pitch-black cloak turned to watch one of the controllers stumble through the gate, clutching his leg through the tatters of his arcane robe. “Report, Phoseph,” the voice of the master rasped from the shadowed corners of the room. Phoseph struggled to remain standing as he wiped the encrusted blood from his hands on the frayed edges of his cloak. “We found a tunnel, Master. It must be where the outsiders are coming from.” From the moongate, the heavy sound of a golem’s footsteps echoed and creaked like a cart of ore falling over. As it emerged from the moongate, it walked with a strange stumble, pausing between each step. Gears and rods could be seen turning under the ripped outer shell of the clockwork creature like muscles under torn flesh. In its massive arms it held a dead gargoyle, which it tossed to the floor with a careless thud. The moongate dissipated and vanished. The dark cloaked stranger stepped forward and silently contemplated the corpse. “The renegades.” “A patrol went through the area of the tunnel before it was finished and captured a group of the renegades there. We believe this one stayed hidden until they left, then continued the work on his own.” Phoseph grimaced at the stabbing pain in his leg. He could see his blood pooling on the floor around his foot, but continued with his report. “When we discovered his body, a group of the outsiders surprised us and attacked. The others in my party were killed and their golems were destroyed. This one will have to be repaired.” As if in reply, a rapid ticking noise started echoing from the golem, growing louder and louder until it was almost deafening. It stopped suddenly, and the mechanical behemoth fell forward at the waist and crashed to the floor like a pile of pots and pans. The head rolled across the cold stone and stopped beside Phoseph. “We can use this one for parts, my Lord.” The figure examined the remains of the golem for a few moments. Its armor looked as though it had been slashed by thousands of cuts. “Blade spirits.” Phoseph nodded. “The outsiders know how to cast them. With our current construction plans, the golems’ armor can’t take the assault for long.” “Unacceptable.” The cloaked one boomed. “If the golems cannot withstand a common blade spirit, they will be worthless in defending the city. I know the outsiders; they will send more mages as word of this weakness spreads. If the city is left undefended, we will lose more workers. Begin adapting the golems immediately.” Phoseph bowed his head and spoke slowly. “My Lord, forgive me, I do not wish to question your wisdom, but… I believe if we use more of our supplies to enhance the golems, we will not have enough left to construct a defense force for the city. The enslaved gargoyles grow fewer in number with each outsider attack. Without them we will not be able to gather enough raw materials to continue construction.” “Do as he has ordered, Phoseph.” The voice of the Master rasped from the darkest shadows of the chamber as the tiny lights around the room glowed briefly. “Use what materials are needed and enhance the golems to dispel summoned creatures. We have other ways of defending the city.” The dark figure turned towards the voice. “What do you propose?” “Phoseph, you are to gather one group of the workers and take them to the small chambers in the production center. Remove their chains.” “Master? Remove their chains?” Phoseph stumbled and gasped in pain before regaining his composure. He did his best to ignore the pain in his leg but knew that if he kept bleeding much longer he would likely pass out. “The chains block their use of magic, Master; you told us they were never to be removed, and to kill on sight any worker not in chains to be safe.” “The workers will need to use magic to defend the city, Phoseph,” the Master droned. The cloaked form slowly spoke as he silently paced the room. “It is risky, but that could be quite effective against the humans…” “The workers?” Phoseph spoke in shock as he slipped in the small puddle of blood around his foot, almost losing his balance. “They are not strong enough to hold back the outsiders, Master, even with their spells.” The dark figure flew across the room towards Phoseph and an arm shot out, backhanding the controller to the floor. Through the lights dancing across his vision, he could see his Lord standing above him in stillness. “You have offered enough of your opinion, Phoseph. I would suggest you offer no more.” Phoseph noticed the drops of crimson on the cloaked one’s hand and could feel a trickle of warm blood running down his chin from the blow. “Go now,” said the cloaked figure. “Prepare the workers so that the city will be defended.” The figure began to turn towards the Master’s voice again but stopped for a brief moment, glimpsing at the blood on its hand in amusement. “And, Phoseph, have your wounds tended to. You seem to be bleeding.” “Yes, my Lord.” Phoseph said through clenched teeth. He stumbled his way out of the chamber, leaving lone footprints of blood behind him. As soon as he was gone, the figure in the black cloak spoke again. “Are you sure this is wise, enhancing the gargoyle workers? Giving them so much power could be dangerous. They are so weak right now they may not survive the procedure.” “We can afford to lose some to experimentation. Those that die during the procedure will provide valuable information. Although I think you would agree that the process has reached near perfection.” The sounds of clicks and whirring increased for a moment. The dark figure stood, unmoving. “Indeed.” The Master continued. “Enhancing the gargoyles will make them powerful enough to deal with the humans in the city. So long as our chambers are not discovered, my control of their minds will remain absolute. Adapting the golems will make the attacks on Britannia more effective. Victory is still probable.” “That may be,” said the figure, his cloak flowing around him as he turned, “but I will not be satisfied until it is absolute.”

Wow, how great will this be: Here is Callandryll's comments: Towards the very end, Calandryll announced a new concept that will be coming to UO sometime in the distant future: Virtues. I alone applauded just the mention of that word. What he described to me, so far, sounds promising. What was even more promising, Calandryll asked for help. He asked all the players gathered around him that if they had ideas of how to implement some of the virtues so that the computer could understand it, to please send them to him. To get you on the right track, here is a description of how a player will be able to gain in two different virtues: humility and sacrifice. To prove yourself humble, you will party yourself with a [young] player and spend time teaching them. As long as you are partied to them, are within the same area (1 screen or so), and the young player gains skill, you will gain virtue "points." Eventually you will gain enough points to achieve a level of humility. At that time your humility chart (a lovely concept graphic he showed us) will light up with a certain color on the humility sigil to show what level you have achieved. To demonstrate the virtue of sacrifice, while adventuring you may happen upon a brigand or a lich. In order to show these evil humans (or former humans) the error of their ways, you will sacrifice some of your fame to them thus converting them and in the process gaining sacrifice "points." Again your virtue "chart" will show some color in the sacrifice sigil. Virtue levels will decay over time. You can gain more than one. Achieving and maintaining all 8 virtues at level 10 will take considerable amounts of playtime and dedication, not to mention maintaining play so you can keep up your fame level to give it away. Why gain virtues you ask? Each level of virtue that you gain will grant you additional *statistic* points (yes, above 100). Even better someone who is skilled in the virtues will grant some of those gains to any who join his/her party. Virtuous people will be sought after as leaders or party members. If you party many such individuals with high virtue levels, the effect is cumulative. I cannot remember the exact numbers, but it is a substantial gain with high levels. In addition, anyone achieving and maintaining all 8 virtues at level 10 will be granted the title "The Virtuous..."

Now that is nifty!

Quote from Balandar, posted on Oct. 01 2001,8:49 Then Shadowbane is the game for you!

I plan to buy the game to at least try it out. I say we all go for it. I know Lan and Fork have also expressed interest in getting the game. With you Lorraina, that is already four!!

A RP server? What a great idea!! No more little 14 year olds running around pissing you off!!

Wow. I would say that person is very angry. :yy: I don't think I will be trying out DAoC.

Just out of curiosity, I just wondered if anyone was able to finish black and white? If so....tell me what happens! I'm too lazy to complete land five, not to mention its so damn hard!!!

Good luck! I enjoyed the time spent with you while you were in the guild. Perhaps when I start playing UO again, I shall see you again!

I first saw this about a year ago. I came across it again the other day on a website. : This, from a Canadian newspaper, is worth sharing. America: The Good Neighbor. Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record: "This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States. When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it. When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans. I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American Planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon - not once, but several times - and safely home again. You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here. When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those." Stand proud, America! Wear it proudly!

My prayers will be with you.

Proconsul Siun Loresdottar leaned back in the thick leather throne within the Emperor's office. The dark black chainmail eminated a bright shiny luster in the candlelight. This was one of her first official functions since being named Proconsul by the Emperor. She was extremely nervous, but her demeanor gave no hints as to her internal feelings. The figure sitting across from her was shrouded in darkness. His sillouette was the only part of his body visible within the chambers. He waited patiently for the proconsul to respond. "Your report brings ill news to this office. Our forces are much abroad, scattered to the corners of the Empire. There is little standing in their way should they decide to mount a campaign against Olympus," she replied. Her brow began to show a few beads of sweat, giving a hint that her mind was working at great lengths to process the information from the report. The mercenary's report had very much startled her. The orcs seemed to have licked their wounds from the savage wars, and had massed much of their former strength. Original estimates thought they would be down for well over two years, yet the Imperial Scout reported otherwise. The Proconsul continued," The Emperor is not expected back any time soon, his tour of the Empire has taken him far away from his seat of power. His majesty sent Praetorian Prefect Brightblade on several errands to the far corners of the empire before he left, taking most of the Praetorians with him. The majority of the Legion is away on maneuvers in the northern territories. We are ripe for an attack. If what you say is true, we find ourselves ill prepared for any type of assault." Behind the Proconsul, a raven perched upon a stand of ivory began to caw nervously. Proconsul Siun turned her head to the raven, "Quiet Maivus! Settle you down!" her voice boomed. At the Proconsul's feet, a grey-haired wolf slept. The wolf's breathing was barely audible, yet the mercenary continued to look down at the wolf, as if he saw something more. "I await your decision, M'lady," croaked the voice beaming with sarcasm. The Proconsul stared at the man, as if finalizing her thoughts. "I shall consider thy news. I shall call upon ye to this office again in five days time. I shall deliver to ye my response then." she asserted. It appeared the shrouded figure nodded his head and responded with, "As you wish." The man's sillouette began to shimmer, and then turned into smoke. Shortly after, the smoke drew out to the window, and was gone. Proconsul Siun rubbed her temples, as if trying to relieve the pressure. "Is he gone Maivus?" she asked. "He is gone," replied the raven in the perfect voice of an older man. The raven then lunged upward into the air, and as it flew outwards from its perch, its shape began to shimmer and enlarge until the shape of the raven was now a shape of a man: Maivus was Martok! "What be your counsel old friends?" asked the Procounsel. Martok walked over to where the wolf appeared to sleep. Martok's hand began to glow with a white light as he waved his hand over the head of the wolf. Within seconds, the shape of the wolf was replaced with no other than Senator Wolf. As the Senator rose to his feet, he smiled to Martok, as if in silent thanks. Martok nodded his head in response. "I do nay trust such filth Lady, especially such filth that uses magic!" replied the Senator. Martok shot the Senator a distainful look at his comment. "Present company accepted of course, my friend!" added the Senator. "Indeed M'lady, I too agree. His words can not be counted as fact. We would be fools to dismiss his words, and just as foolish would we be if we were to take them to heart. We must find out the truth." The proconsul nodded her head in agreement. "Then let us find out what is true. As Proconsul of the Empire, I order you two, Senator Wolf, Imperator Martok, to travel to the lands of the orcs. You shall take whatever help ye shall need to complete thy quest. You have three days time to return to me with thy report, be it good or ill." The two men nodded their heads to her, and retired from the chambers. "We shall begin to mass those that we can for this quest," began Wolf. "As you wish M'lord," stated Martok. "Let us ready our packs and gather our adventurers. We shall depart from the Barracks in Trinsic." "Indeed so my friend. I shall send ye word when I am ready." replied Senator Wolf. The Imperator bowed his head, and handed the Senator an amber colored amulet as he left the room. The Senator smiled at the gift. Martok jumped ever so slightly into the air, and pulled his cloak around his side. In doing so, he was once again transformed into the raven known as Maivus. Senator Wolf placed the amulet around his neck. His shoulders began to hunch over, and his body began to shrink. WIthin moments, the Senator was once again concealed as the grey-haired wolf. The guards at the door of Olympus was verily shocked to see the large grey wolf jump through the window, as if chasing the raven that had flown out only a moment before.

Greywolfe (Online Community Moderator) posted on this locked thread here on the official UO Boards : Going to Ilshenar without the Third Dawn client is an exploit. It is illegal. Also, please remember that any alterations you make to your client to do so are in violation of the ToS.

From the review, it is most definately a game to keep an eye on. I'm not too sure about the interface though. I never was able to be any good at Everquest, I hated the interface. I hope this game doesn't fall into the same "everquest" mode of movements/actions.

Golf? You have got to be kidding me??!! You play golf on a computer?? Golf is supposed to be a relaxing game. I do not find it relaxing. I have lost more clubs in the pond or bent around a tree! It is much to stressful for me!! I can imagine myself throwing my mouse through my computer screen!!

Never heard of it

I'm already interested in it!