UO Second Age

It would be nice if the events werent automated in trammel with moongates, but regulated by live individuals in stadiums that people have to travel or gate themselves to. Keeps the events, is mroe era accurate.

EDIT: i also voted there are too many events.

My opinon: as logn as one person is usign razor, everyone will be required to use it to be up to that person's standards as far as "skill". Noone is required to manage regs or bandages because razor does it for you. afk macroing makes everyone maxxed. no in betweens. Multi accounting makes...

Is the music not playing right for the right regions? or at all in many cases? Ex: britains theme for britain, forest theme for any wooded area, jungle beats etc. Would be nastalgically awsome to be deeply immersed into the game through the music again.

i got it to 95ish just usign it ont he same NPC repeatedly, altho now it seems to go up much more by using it on a disguised theif.

Also i have a question for someone who has this at 100, i am unable to remvoe theif disguises, is thsi a GM abaility or does it just not work here?

It was no use at all continuing the fight in this ridiculous condition. The woman dressed in black pulled the bolt from her shoulder, finishing her wraps as Arkah abruptly began to retreat. She chased him through the streets of the city, losing him at the Inn on the east side of the river. She searc...

Arkah slowly opened his eyes, slowly focusing on everything around him. He tried to sit up, wincing as he held his ribs. He stood slowly and tugged downward on his plain white shirt in an uncaring attempt to release any clinging fibers on his flesh. He observed his surroundings and found he had been...

Large white boulders came hazily, then clearly into view as Arkah stepped through the moongate. He searched the area for any signs of activity, finding nothing worthy of notice, and began walking down he dirt path that would lead him to Britannia's capitol city. As he entered Britain's borders Arkah...

INTRO: Arkah Sat at the bench near his campfire with a somewhat concerned look as he attempted to peel the black crust from his burnt goat ribs. As he took his first bite he began to wonder why he and the other trainees of the Jhelom Town Guard were being dispatched to Britain. The letter posted by ...

i played from T2A to LBR and i never knew that at any poitn at all. Thats pretty neat