UO Second Age

Just throwing a feeler out there. I got onto this shard about two and a half years ago. Been out of touch for a while now, and I'm pretty sure my guild has all but disbanded. Anyway, I played on chesapeake from 98 to 06 or so. I was in the guilds KB, SxC, and Heartkin. Helped found the town of Silve...

That was usually my response to seeing you pop up in Deceit back in the day. You killed me so many times you actually got bored with it and stopped. lol. I remember twice, in fact, when I was on the run from a group while training that you jumped in and got them off my back. I played Ches from 98 to...

Ascher Kraw stepped into the deep shadows cast by a cleft in the stone walls of the dungeon. He pulled his slim frame tight against the jagged stone, making his own shape part of the shape of the wall itself. They cast one shadow.... not two. Zeddar stumbled around the corner, dazed. There was dried...

I knew some of the members of Paws, but only briefly. I got a glimpse of the glory of days past. And then, even that faded. I still sometimes walk the halls, silent now. The laughter.... the music.... it has all faded. The stones still stand, or rather, most of them do. And the memories are there, a...

Fiorn stepped into the common room of the inn, and everything seemed to suddenly go still. The noises that one always finds when men gather with drinks in hand faded to a dim murmur. The fires seemed to dim, and the colors greyed out. All except for one table, pushed back into a corner, half-hidden ...

Ascher sat in the common room of the Inn, staring into his ale without touching it. He had rented a room in the middle of the night, and the innkeeper had asked no questions. The portly man had charged triple his going rate, but he had asked no questions. His discretion was, at times, more expensive...

Ascher stumbled and hit his knees. A sudden, blinding pain in his mind exploded, blotting out all other sensations. The world, and reality itself seemed to melt away. All that was left was pain. Ascher reached out a hand and steadied himself on a rough wooden wall. His mind lurched suddenly as his p...

The Vale is a new rp guild that is gettin up and running. Right now I have a tower that is public south of Spirituality. Come by and say hello some time. The Roof Top Tavern is open any time to anyone. I'm working on getting a permanent bar tender, but haven't found one yet.... Anyway, stop on by. Z...

Vantick sat in the tavern, throwing mugs of ale down his gullet. The ghosts and the pains of past memories kept haunting him. He could see faces and hear voices that he'd never known in life, and they were as real as his own fingertips were now. Vantick....what a hollow word now. He knew that was no...

The sign out front had a picture of a man getting a chair broken over his head and it read, The Shattered Skull. Zeddar sat quietly, sipping his ale, watching the room from a corner table. He could see how the tavern had earned its name...and its reputation. In the half hour he'd been nursing his dr...

A struggle has raged in this land... a struggle that has outlasted the ages. It is a war between the light and the dark.... good and evil.... life and death. It is a war that cannot be won. It is a war that must be fought. Throughout the ages and the legends there have been some few men with the cou...

*F* an RP guild? Do you guys role play sexually repressed 12 year olds? I say this because I fight you guys all the time near your keep and guild house and a few of you are constantly spamming me with homo jokes and genitalia jokes. Fun fights with you guys and have like 6 *F* camping outside of my ...

Fiorn stood before the mouth of Shame, his entire body trembling. He almost felt as if he were being dragged physically toward the deep, dark opening. A quick glance at his feet showed that they were still firmly planted in the grass and leaf litter of the surrounding forest. He knew he must enter t...

Fiorn the Wanderer stumbled, and caught himself on the rotted trunk of what was once a tree. The muck around his bare feet sucked at his toes and stank of rot. Still, even the vile creatures of the swamp knew enough to give him a wide berth. He had no need to fear here. Here, he was the powerful one...

Zeddar watched as the man shuffled down the street, his back bent and his head hanging low. The beggar wore the remnants of a tattered robe that was, in several places, actually tied to his body. Long, greasy locks fell forward, obscurring his face, but the tangled mass of a wild and unkempt beard f...