March 2009


Salvation

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 28, 2009 at 1:00 PM CDT
BNN

Originally posted 27 Mar 2009 18:21:33 by Draconi on the UO Herald:

Our Lord Casca, ruler of the realm, bids all Britannia to hear, and have the following news be made known to them:Let it be known that after great struggle and sacrifice, Lord Casca has personally shattered the wicked artifact that weakened the world’s magical barriers, allowing invasion into our fair lands.

Let it be known that he is thankful to all who aided the effort, in both the defense of our cities and to those who demonstrated their loyalty in the assault on the hidden lair of our cowardly enemies.

Let it be known that Clainin, of the royal court, master magician, yet lives! His survival warms the heart of our liege, who, having ensured Clainin’s protection from nefarious villainy, has entrusted him into the hands of Britannia’s finest soldiers while he recovers.

Soon, our greatest wizard will return to our ranks, ready to stand against the tide of darkness, ready to strike down with brimstone and flame all who dare oppose that which is right and true!

Rejoice, Oh Britannia! Though the final battle is yet to be won, our salvation is nigh!



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Conversations

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 28, 2009 at 12:57 PM CDT
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Originally posted 27 Mar 2009 15:45:13 by Calvin Crowner on the UO Herald:

Winds change and rain falls on the just and unjust. Or so I’ve been told. I’ve watched this realm burned. I’ve seen siege and pestilence; birth and death; love and murder. And I can never have enough.

What matters should one minor breath cease, when an entire land can join under one banner? I see myself as simply a person of ambition. I see myself as a person who understands balance. I see myself as the one person who truly understands sacrifice … not mine of course … but I do understand it.


Melissa stood before the full-length mirror, her slim form twisting almost awkwardly as she took in the regal plunge of the backline and gracefully returning to set her grey eyes – the color reminding her of the slivers of iron she’d once watched a smith fashion into her first dagger. She smiled considering how fate works … and how she felt herself a crafter in her own right with her influence over it.

She fawned and practiced her looks of shock, dismay, disappointment and glee -- gesticulating and morphing from one pose to the next. With a flourish an ebon blade appeared at her fingertips, her eyes betraying the sudden sense of peace at its weight in her hand. She purred examining both edges: a lioness stalking the weakest member of a small herd.

Turning on her heels she plucked at the tip of the blade, walking until she stood over a collection of spy reports. Some of them written hastily, others in the steady hand of those knowing their business well. Nothing new or tasty -- her own plans so much more delectable than anything her network had managed in the last few weeks.

She returned the dagger to its place without effort searching across the room for …
“Ahhh,” she rasped, “there you are.” Her sway across the room was noticeable, almost coquettish. She stood before painting she’d had “removed” from the archives depicting Clainin. She pouted mockingly opening the conversation.

“You’ve served your purpose so well fine mage. Britannia owes you its eternal thanks for your duty and service.” She almost scoffed as she straightened herself readdressing the image. “And eternal shall this nation’s thanks be.” In an easy motion her body lunged forward, pressing the tip of the blade into the cheek of the mage’s image, her mouth drifting to the ear of portrait, her voice squelched into a venomous hiss: “And in showing my personal appreciation I shall have complete … job … satis … faction …”

Darker than her own thoughts, shades moved in hushed steps through the false dusk of the crypts. Whispers and messages passed between them without voice or acknowledgment. Cloaked shadows slipped like corruption through the low arches, the smell of oil and incense hung in the air, falling on senses deadened for millennia.

From within Melissa’s apartments her dulcet laughter drifted down the halls.



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FoF: Happy Friday!!

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 27, 2009 at 3:36 PM CDT
UO Five on Friday

Originally posted 27 Mar 2009 16:21:48 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

This week we cover imbuing, focus groups, and dexterity.

To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

Community Spotlight

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 27, 2009 at 3:29 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 27 Mar 2009 14:54:15 EST by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

In this week's community spotlight we have events from:


  • Atlantic

  • Baja

  • Catskills

  • Lake Superior

  • Chesapeake

  • Sonoma

  • Whispering Rose Radio


If you have fan site news, an event for your shard, or a suggestion for next week's Community Spotlight please click here.

To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

Cloak and Dagger Event schedules

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 27, 2009 at 3:21 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 27 Mar 2009 14:44:17 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

Publish 58 Update

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 26, 2009 at 7:07 PM CDT
UO Publishes

Originally posted 26 Mar 2009 19:04:41 EST by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

We will be bringing the shards down for an update to Pub 58 at approximately 7:15 PM EST. The shards will be down for approximately 1 hour 15 minutes.

To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

Playguide Update

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 26, 2009 at 5:04 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 26 Mar 2009 17:55:09 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

We have made some updates to the playguide. Players will now be able to search throughout the playguide and/or use the expandable table of contents. The playguide can be found on the UO Herald by clicking “Playguide” to the left or by clicking here.



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Platinum Dragons

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 25, 2009 at 2:43 PM CDT
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Originally posted 25 Mar 2009 13:15:22 EST by Kilandra Cotten on the UO Herald:

Swords clashed in combat between two humans – one male standing 6’2 and a female around 5’7. The young man was wearing typical battle gear, bright chrome armor lined with golden hues that seemed to fit every curve of his muscled physic. The young woman, who seemed to be matching every strike he put towards her, was almost identically dressed with the same style chrome armor. The two combatants were engaging each other in almost harmonious melee combat, neither one losing footing to the other.
A few feet away, a dark cloaked figure seemed to be presiding over the contest. Without motion, nor words the figure stood perfectly still. In this stoic state the figure monitored every step, swing, and motion of these two.

“Valec!” came the soft but obvious yell from the young woman towards the man in a voice that almost sang as she spoke. Pausing from her combat she now looked for an answer from the seemingly distracted man. For some reason, Valec lowered his sword and now stood in front of his sparring partner looking down at the ground as if focused on something far away. “What is it?” She pryed.

Valec’s eyes were fixed upon the ground and his free hand opened wide as if he felt something radiating from the foundation beneath him. His beautiful fingers quivered slightly.

“Tilas, someone approaches…” Valec responded to his companion. “And something is very wrong”. A worried look twisted his face and pursed his lips.

The cloaked figure who had until this moment not moved a hairs breath now stepped forward towards the pair, pulling down the hood of the cloak, it was clear, the figure was a beautiful yet aged woman with waist length silver hair. She was dressed in armor like the two called Valec and Tilas but seemed that she had no need of a sword.

“Good young one, you are learning to be aware of your surroundings while in combat, but tell me, how do you know something is wrong?” she asked the young man.

Looking up at his mentor Valec replied “The footfall - it’s hasteful for a dragon of our brood, not only that but, the wind it moves with him – a sign of trouble.”

“Is that all?” She asked as she looked at him with mildly inquisitive eyes and a bright smile. Then turning her gaze and smiling at the young woman who now seemed to be concentrating her thoughts to the full extent of her abilities as if not to be outdone by her friend.

“I do feel something but, it’s the spirit aura, this dragon’s magic, it’s shaking almost, I can sense it” The young woman Tilas’s face now showed small signs of being slightly proud of herself. But her pride lasted only for an instant, as the realization seemed to drop upon her shoulders with great weight. She now shared the look of worry her partner had before.

“Good Tilas, Good Valec, both of you, when you learn to sense all these things at all times, even in your sleep, then you will have progressed to my liking” The older woman responded.

Quiet crackles like steel sparks dancing in the air emerged from the skin of the older woman. A magical aura glowing dark blue, purple and silver glistened around her body and hummed with intensity while giving new form to her. Within little more time than it takes an Ophidian to blink an eye, the once human woman transformed into an immense Platinum Dragon Matriarch.

She was adorned with elaborate horns ending in perfect points, a blue sheened chest plate with assorted jewels covered and protected her front, and a matching jeweled head plate of armor that had a cut away to accommodate for the large frilled ridge that lined her forehead and continued down her back sat high upon her massive head. Her shoulders would easily clear four sturdy human men – if they stood each on the other’s shoulder.

The two younger dragons followed suit after their mentor, calling forth the proper magics needed to undo the spell that held their human transformation intact. Now the draconic combatants in their true form, while not nearly as large nor decorated as the elder female, still an impressive sight to behold two young platinum dragons as they stood behind their mentor awaiting the arrival of another.

The rush of wind Valec had predicted arrived with a flurry as a fourth dragon finished his approach towards the group. This one was larger in size than Tilas and Valec but obviously not the same stature as the Matriach. Giving a revered bow towards the older female, the adult male platinum dragon with a concerned look upon his face spoke.

“The Crimson dragons have found a way to return home”

Silence fell upon the group. Each individual seemed to be reviewing the statement “The Crimson dragons have found a way to return home”. It seemed as if everyone there suddenly understood some disturbing fate.

“Aesthyron, what will we do?” Tilas addressed her teacher by her name with a mixed display of concern and fear.

A gentle smile pulled away the lips that covered rows of gleaming teeth into a crescent moon as Aesthyron’s eyes quietly closed and her head tilted down. The massive elder Aesthyron seemed to comfort the young ones by her calm presence. All eyes looked to her for guidance.

“We will consult with the elders” Pausing for a moment with a heavy inhale of her massive lungs she spoke again softly “My precious young ones, you do not know of the lands from which the elder of our brood came nor why for more than 300 years, most of you have never seen battle despite the daily training – the lands from which we came from are now called Britannia- though it was not always named as such. If our wayward Crimson brethren have left this void for that home there can be only one purpose for their return. They intend to conquer the lands. Conquest, power, treasures, these are the motivations of your lost cousins. Britannia still hosts bountiful life. The Crimsons will pay no heed to this fact, in order to achieve their goals they will slay every living creature that stands in their way.”

Valec’s eyes seemed to flicker with intense blue light at hearing this information. Restrained anger presented in his voice “So, the land of our ancestors is going to be ravaged.” Valec paused for a moment.

“Would you defend that land if there were a way?” Said a young woman as she walked into the group of dragons. The petite woman seemed to come from nowhere and walked among the giants as if she felt no fear. Her ebon hair flowed from under her black and blue shimmering cloak, gently kissing the ground beneath her as she glided to the center of the meeting.

“Lady Bryxion…” Tilas called to the woman as if she were asking for confirmation.

“The portal with which the Crimson brood has entered Sosaria has not been completely shut.” She smiled “It seems that it was kept open ever so slightly after the Lord of the Crimson flight left it; I leave it to you to decide what you will do with this information”

With a formal bow Lady Bryxion disappeared like a shadow.



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Message from the Game Masters

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 24, 2009 at 10:46 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 24 Mar 2009 16:02:02 by The Game Masters on the UO Herald:

In recent live events we have had some players who have been disruptive to the Event Moderators and other players. Going forward any player that disrupts an event will be asked to stop from the EM hosting the event. If the player continues to disrupt the event they will be removed from the area and a GM will be paged to handle the situation. Based on the GM’s investigation and findings, their account could be subject to punitive actions. If you would like to dispute such actions, you may click here and leave a detailed description.



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Crimson Dragon

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 23, 2009 at 7:30 PM CDT
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Originally posted 23 Mar 2009 19:15:04 by Kilandra Cotten on the UO Herald:

Some time ago…

Taerlstratar looked intently into the shining orb he held with refined grace between two of his foreclaws. Despite being an immense creature his ability to move every muscle in his body with poise was unsurpassed, and holding the twelve inch orb eloquently was as simple a task as breathing.

To himself he thought, “The Shadowlords will be the ones to do it, they are going back home. And I will go back as well; its past time to take my true place in the lands now called Britannia. Curse Mondain, foul little human. Perhaps, it’s time to kill them all.”

While pondering the destruction of every human in existence, the orb changed its scene, shifting from showing an image of the works of the Shadowlords, to some of the younger looking Crimson dragons. Taerlstratar peered a bit closer into the orb, his large cat like pupils moving as if by command – fluxing out and then in slightly to get the best view possible from the small scrying orb. “The young ones… they too have a purpose for me.”

Taerlstratar knew all too well the bloodlust that lingered in the hearts of the young Crimson brood; he also knew the lack of wisdom and restraint that came without years of knowledge and experience. Make no mistake however; the young ones were not simply mindless killing instruments. Young Crimsons were still smarter than any human, gargoyle, or elf back home. They simply desired the very thing that was their birthright – to rule the lesser species.

The brood was too big now – a new home was needed, new conquests, new terrain – out of this endless void where Mondain had trapped them. Taerlstratar moved his massive wings out to their full length, a full hundred and fifty feet by human standards, stretching himself out a bit before returning the orb to its pedestal and collecting his legs underneath him. There was work to be done.



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Massively Evil Event

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 23, 2009 at 7:26 PM CDT
UO Development

Originally posted 23 Mar 2009 17:19:06 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

This weekend’s massively evil event will require that you be in the Shadowlords faction if you wish to take part. Please remember if you are going to leave your current faction and join the Shadowlords that you should plan ahead as it will take 72 hours to leave your current faction. If you do not want to change factions or if you miss out on the time frame don’t worry, we will have another event for everyone in the near future. Additional details regarding the event will be coming soon.



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Tales of Ice and Fire

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 20, 2009 at 5:18 PM CDT
BNN

Originally posted 20 Mar 2009 18:56:58 by Calvin Crowner on the UO Herald:

Battles are sometimes won with bloodshed. Others are won in the silence between dawn and dusk. And sometimes there is a peace that lasts centuries. This is not one of those times.

Often even the boundaries of an uneasy peace are tested with time. But not even time can heal the wounds of a battle fought between this plane and others.


Spring was early this year. With the eyes of his companion set more on their destination than the means of getting there, the pace they strode would collapse a knight’s steed. Any onlooker would gather that the two shadows moving in the lavender light must be planeshifting to move so quickly. Blink. A league passed. Blink. Three leagues.

Each silver-grey cloak gathered about the massive shoulders of each slender form. At this distance they could have been taller than shire horses. Then again, the light at this time of evening did play tricks on the eyes. They strode shoulder to shoulder, never breaking stride, never checking to see if the other were lagging or tired. They moved with purpose, and as if they’d known each other longer than the sun, or any other thing in the heavens.

They stopped. Their motion coming to an immediate halt seemed not out of place, nor did their breathing seem labored. They … simply … stopped. One crouched as if testing the earth for a place to lay, his palm outstretched his body and eyes set on the ground beneath, and what stretched to the horizon before the pair.

An ancient language swept from one, “Tenpiswo ui wer ouith …”
“I feel it too,” his companion agreed. “The wound is here …”



***** ******* ********




Casca had been playing this game for several weeks now. The moves of his opponent were methodical. The pigeon brought one move each day for one player. With the latest, Casca had lost a knight to a pawn. Sloppy, he thought. Sloppy play. Where was his mind? Perhaps the invasion and all his machinations were having an effect on his decision-making.

Panting, Threwort ran in and brought himself quickly to attention. Opening his mouth to speak Casca raised his hand.

“My liege …” Threwort tried to interrupt.

“What are you up to?” he spoke to himself. He traced each path of every piece with an extended finger, forming move upon move in thin air.

Threwort rocked on his heels impatiently. Exasperated Casca turned to Threwort. “What is it?”

“The Trammel Barrier, My Leige. It is restored. The Crimson are falling back, as if they suddenly found more pressing matters.”

“But I didn’t. There was no word to…”

Casca’s stomach churned. Looking at the chessboard, his tongue folded against the roof of his mouth, as if tasting iron and oil.

“What do you mean, it’s restored? Of course it’s restored! Certainly, all according to plan. This! This is the era I have spoken of. Our planets are aligned. Our destinies sing of prosperity, magic, and muffins!”

“Our next step is now easy. Onward now to Yew Abby!”



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Fire and Ice Event Schedule

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 20, 2009 at 5:11 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 20 Mar 2009 18:39:47 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

Sonoma Saturday 3:30 PM PST

Chessapeake Sunday at 8:00 PM EST

Europa Saturday at 7:30 PM BST 8:30 PM CET

Drachenfels Sunday 8:00 PM GMT+1

Great Lakes Saturday at 7:00 PM EST

Lake Superior Saturday 8:00 PM EST

Origin Sunday 5:00 PM EST

Napa Valley Saturday 7:00 PM PST

Lake Austin Saturday 10:00 PM EST

Pacific Sunday at 7:00 PM PST

Oceania Sunday 2:00 PM AEDT

Catskills Saturday 7:30 PM EST

Baja Saturday 3:30 PM PST

Siege Sunday 12:00 PM PST

Legends Sunday 5:00 PM EST

Atlantic Sunday 7:30 PM EST



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FoF: More live questions

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 20, 2009 at 5:07 PM CDT
UO Five on Friday

Originally posted 20 Mar 2009 17:33:44 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

In this Five on Friday we cover Lumberjacking, Cloaks of Corruption, and Tinkers.


To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

Trial account issues

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 19, 2009 at 8:28 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 19 Mar 2009 18:28:35 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

We are aware of an issue with some regular subscription accounts which are unintentionally being flagged by trial account restrictions. If your account is experiencing this issue, please click here and choose the general feedback option. Please provide your account name and describe the restrictions you are experiencing. (Please do NOT provide your password.) We ask that you do not page an in-game GM at this time as we are currently investigating the issue. We apologize for any inconvenience and we thank you for your patience.



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Publish 58 to all Shards

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 19, 2009 at 8:24 PM CDT
UO Patches

Originally posted 19 Mar 2009 13:22:24 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

All shards are published with Pub58 with the exceptions of Japan, Taiwan, and Korea on their next maintenance cycle.


To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

FoF: It's Friday!

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 13, 2009 at 6:28 PM CDT
UO Five on Friday

Originally posted 13 Mar 2009 17:16:19 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:


This friday we cover luck, TC1 questions, and other Live questions.

To read the full article click HERE.

Clainin Awake

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 13, 2009 at 6:21 PM CDT
BNN

Originally posted 13 Mar 2009 16:56:48 by Calvin Crowner on the UO Herald:

Maron sat stirring his cup of water with his finger. Water. Still wet. Not much had changed with the rules of the world or the rasping shape clinging to life in the bed next to him.

He’d read the same book four times in the last month or so. He hadn’t been permitted to leave his solid and miserably made oaken stool with the exception of severe physical need or until released from his thirty hour vigil. Each “Watcher” was given eight hours to sleep after a thirty hour post. Maron had not slept so soundly in his life, nor had he been so completely bored.

“Anything could happen,” Casca had directed him, his face uncharacteristically dour. “You must be alert, you must be prepared, you must change the bed sheets.”

Maron grumbled with the memory. What was there to worry about when you were nothing but an over-educated nursemaid for a comatose Archmage?

Jessa Leis was a very skilled healer. She’d come to the group of care givers in the last three weeks and had shown more than a bit of talent healing both body and dispositions. She stood in the doorway carrying what seemed to be a picnic basket. Her sharp yet graceful elven features brought an immediate peace to the otherwise dull setting. Maron was glad to see her.

“You’re early,” he managed after taking in her slim form. She’d pulled the chestnut tresses that normally hung about her shoulders, into an elaborate braid, a fine golden cord gathered across her forehead, vanishing in the mass of curled locks behind.

“Nice hair.” He grimaced unable to fashion a better form of compliment.

Her smile pushed from the center of her lips and tugged the corners sweetly as she spoke, “Oh my Maron, that’s four words already today. Do you feel dizzy?” She took a few cautious steps into the room looking over the still bedridden mage. “Nothing today?”

“No. Not even wet sheets.”

“Well that’s something to be thankful for. See what I’ve brought you for lunch …”

And in that moment Clainin stirred, shocking and setting the two healers on their heels as if they’d been beset by rabid mongbat. “By the Virtues,” Jessa whispered.

Jessa spun, dropping the basket, and gripping Maron at his shoulders. Her smile broad, Maron captured something … offsetting in her gaze. “Go …,” she commanded shaking him, “tell Father Heatherwix our charge is awake!”

Maron found himself almost at a sprint before he caught himself a few steps down the hallway. Casca’s words catching in his memory.

“You must be alert.”

Younger healers don’t dismiss more senior healers. He paused and felt a knot forming his throat. His mind caught the gravity of the scene awaiting him as his eyes again adjusted to the dim light of the room.

Jessa had pressed one knee into the mages side as the golden cord that had moments before held her hair, was pulled taught around the mage’s throat. His already pale flesh now threaded with blue and bruised veins on a death march toward his bulging eyes.

Jessa’s back arched as the pressure of the cord turned in her delicate fingers.

Part rage, part fear Maron’s voice pierced the normally tomblike silence of the halls, “Guards! … GUARDS!”

In a surge, and without thought, Maron gripped the stool at its legs and smashed the seat across Jessa’s temple. With a viscerally satisfying “thop” she fell in a heap above Clainin.

Shoving the elf to the floor, Maron’s training took over and he set himself to the immediate care of the victim.

Rasping and thankfully choking, he cleared the obstruction from Clainin’s throat looking for further signs of trauma.

Not taking his eyes away, he heard boots gathering in the entryway. The sound of swords returning to sheaths.

His voice was quiet and scalding. Dangerous. “Take that,” he inclined his head toward Jessa, “and feed her to a cell. Send word to Casca. He’ll be happy to know he was right.”



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The message arrived in the clutches of a hawk. The courier set itself on its perch just inside the window of Casca’s chambers, overlooking the gardens below.

Casca’s jaw set tightly, as he turned the parchment in his hands. His ministers stirred seeing his countenance washed with concern. “Clainin is awake. With haste, secure him. The future of Britannia is in danger.”

Casca’s troubles seemed to be mounting. And now, the race was on.



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Community Spotlight

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 13, 2009 at 6:15 PM CDT
UO Community News

Originally posted 13 Mar 2009 16:09:35 EST by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:


The first weekly Community Spotlight is here. This lists player run events and fan site news for the upcoming week. If you would like to submit your fan site news or player run event for next week's Community Spotlight please click here.

To see this week's Community Spotlight on the forums, click HERE.

Publish 58 on TC1

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 11, 2009 at 5:07 PM CDT
UO News

Originally posted 11 Mar 2009 12:55:24 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

Publish 57 has gone live on TC1.

To read the full article on the forums, click HERE.

Client Update

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 10, 2009 at 4:46 PM CDT
UO Publishes

Originally posted 10 Mar 2009 17:26:22 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

KR 2.58.0.6
Legacy 6.0.13.0

Updates:


  • Removing the winter season overlay

  • Fixed the crafting gumps in KR to show the academic bookcase, hitching rope and hitching pos



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FOF: Friday Friday Friday

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 6, 2009 at 5:41 PM CST
UO Five on Friday

Originally posted 06 Mar 2009 17:28:38 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

This week we have questions regarding the Stygian Abyss Client and content.


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Rares Issues

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 3, 2009 at 12:00 AM CST
UO News

Originally posted 03 Mar 2009 19:31:08 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

We are currently experiencing issues with “true rares” or “server birth rares” such as Worldgem Bits and Skull Mugs and we strongly discourage players from purchasing them from vendors or other players. We will keep you updated and notify players when it is safe to purchase these items once again. We apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience while we resolve this issue.



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Server Maintenance

Submitted by UO_Herald on March 3, 2009 at 12:00 AM CST
UO News

Originally posted 03 Mar 2009 19:24:55 by Chrissay Zeeman on the UO Herald:

Tomorrow, March 4, 2009 we will be doing server maintenance from 1:00 PM EST and 3:30 PM EST. This will affect the following features: Login, Housing, Veteran Rewards, Character Transfers, and Promotional code redemption. Please note if you are logged in during this period of time you should not demolish or resize your house. You will not be able to place a house during this maintenance period. We apologize for any inconvenience.

EDIT 2:53PM EST: Maintenance has ended you should now be able to log in and use the features that were down.



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