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Valen strode along the well-traveled path, illuminated by the light of the moons. The night was cold, but he was drunk on liquor and distracted by the magnificent thought of seeing Jessie again. He di ...

The streets of Britain were crowded, even in the late afternoon. Deafened by the hawkers selling wares, services, and British-knows-what else by the bank, Valentein ducked into the Blue Boar tavern. R ...

One year ago...

Valentein stood on the western bridge out of Umbra, under the watchful eye of the posted guard. Slumped on the railing, he stared out into the starry void before lifting a bottle ...

Except it was sort of established that nobody does use #Atlantic, and in my experience is pretty much the place people who used to play UO go to complain about people who still play UO, and discuss th ...

An excerpt from Gilforn's "The Definitive Gate":

"Given as a moongate acts as a connection between two places, an object in contact will transport gradually, as through air, unlike t ...

The liquor burned as it rushed down his throat, but he'd emptied the entire bottle. Valen tossed it aside. He slumped on the ground, staring unfocusedly at the dank interior of the stone ruins. His mi ...

Whenever I see Isk, I will now always think "Man, Ziggi sounds like my cousin..."

Valen wandered along the peaceful river that ran through central Britain. His expression was troubled, and he looked deep in thought. He was a scholar, not a battlemage. He had been trying to improve ...

Well, I can't let Jessie have all the fun, can I? Sign me up!

Valentein lay sprawled on the ground, candle by his bedroll casting a pale light over the pages of his book. He was alone in the darkened camp. Beyond the confines of the small shelter, it was raining ...

Valen sifted the dying embers of the campfire with a dead twig, attempting to coax more light out of it. Failing, sighed to himself and moved his tome aside. The essence of the Spiritwood permeated al ...