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Hey Friends.

I am sorry that I haven't been around much. I had been ramping things up for a large RP event for the past little while. Unfortunately I kind of dropped off the radar for a while there. Needless to say there have been lots of things going on with me lately. Travel, Death in the family, and a New Job (finally). Thus, This post is just letting people who were waiting on me know that I have been busy. I should be moving to my new job here in a few weeks, then probably another week to get things situated with my new life. THEN perhaps I can do this RP event.

Until then, hope everyone has a good Halloween.

Jager/Phoenix

*You see a hastily scribbled note above a much longer entry*

Enough time has passed. Enough mourning. I feel now that I can finally think back on that horrible day without breaking down. It is now time that I set down on paper what happened that fateful day.  I know that it will never be written down in the Official ES history tomes. I have asked Phoenix about it, but he considers it a relatively minor thing, especially after all the other friends we were forced to part with. For her memory, for the person who was, for my sanity; do I record this.

It happened as follows:

Monday 10th, Sero-Verisum 352.
I had been up all last night making arrows. Phoenix was running me ragged trying to keep up with everything. This morning was to have been a simple advance towards the main city, but a sizeable enemy force held us up. The morning had started out as any normal morning, but by the time the sun rose to its highest point in the sky, an ominous cloud had gathered off to our west. Clouds rolled over the trees at us, and lightning clove great trees in front of the advancing armies of ES. As we crested a small rise, we could see the enemy army spread out before us.  All manner of sick and twisted horrors which I could neither identify nor name, yet I knew in the bottom of my heart that these horrors would pile upon all the others I had witnessed in this campaign slowly desensitizing me to everything. Already the pain from the loss of Kithra and Brianne was fading into obscurity. For now though, I must prepare my field forge and rouse my assistants; there would soon be broken and shattered gear flowing into my shop just like there would be broken and shattered young men and women flowing into the priest's tent across the way. Leaders of men should be back here, on the back of the lines. Perhaps then they would see the true nature of War.

A little time had passed. I had left the shop to my able assistants while I went out to the field and help the priests and the medicae. They had barely been able to keep up with the wounded. Several times the very ones who they were trying to care for died right there on the spot. And such was the latent power of the necromancers that their patients rose up from their death-beds and attempted to slay them on the spot. This nearly wiped out the entire medicae staff until Phoenix gave that dreadful order. I still shudder to think back on it. His face was so grim, and I could see the armor of emotional loss behind his eyes sealing off his thoughts and emotions to the horrors of the words passing from his lips. "Save only those who are not mortally wounded... Destroy the rest before they can be turned."

These memories kept running through my mind, threatening to distract me from the simple healing spell I was trying to cast. I hadn't blatantly disobeyed his orders, but I had skirted the line a few times. I just could not bring myself to follow his orders to the letters. I reached up and swept my rain-slicked hair out of my eyes so I could better see the soldier's wound. The storm had broken upon us as the first fighting began. It was unlike any normal storm though. The clouds swirled ominously, pregnant with rain, and eerie green lightening split the sky often. The close black clouds have shut out the afternoon sun, and mage lights now shed their other-worldly blue light on everything. If it weren't for them we would be fighting in the dark.

Suddenly the ground began to shake. Like a breath of death sweeping through the swaying trunks that were people fighting for their lives, the dark powers could be felt. Hairs stood up along the length of my arms and I could feel everything growing cold around me. A mist, thin at first growing thicker and denser as it slithered its way past our legs, began to rise from all the slain bodies around us. For a moment I was concerned that yet another wave of re-animated corpses would rise to face us. Looking around me though, I soon realized that these corpses had already risen several times against us; there shouldn't be enough life-force in them to get even a twitch out of. The mist was growing ever denser, flowing along the ground like translucent mercury, and as I finished the simple healing spell over the fallen archer, I could feel the weight of it tugging at the hem of my cloak and pants. The battle was still on-going in front of me, and I could see the great mass of roiling fighters push back and forth.

Then, off in the distance, silhouetted by a sudden flash of unnatural green lightning, I saw a lone individual standing upon a raised platform. It was a sight which I shall never forget. There are some things that once seen, can never be un-seen. In the brief instance of another flash of the unnatural lightning, I could see the wind whipping his cloak and hooded shroud. The base of the platform was obscured by fog or mist, I couldn't tell rightly from that distance, but I could see that it was quickly becoming a swirling vortex.  In the fading light of a falling mage-light, I could see the mist swirling up around the figure's legs, obscuring them.  Phoenix must have caught sight of this as well for I could see out of the corner of my eye, the faintly glowing Hammer being raised high in the air, the signal for more light on the field. Seeing this and wanting to see more of what was happening on that platform, I sent my feeble mage-light up into the sky. It wasn't much, but it was all I could manage with my little bit of the Art. Around me, three battle mages under the barked command from Nasduirche, chanted together in sequence, and I could feel the energy pulsing through the air from them right as three titanic mage-lights, each at least two meters in diameter, shot from their out-stretched staves and soared into the sky. Blinking the after-image from my eyes, I looked back down the field, now slick with vivid crimson, illuminated by the harsh blue light. Once again I could see the platform, or at least where the platform used to be. I knew that the Necromancer was still there though, as I could see the red light from his eyes through the swirling mist which now towered over him. The mist had stopped coming from the bodies around me, but I could still see it around the front lines. From my vantage point here on the little hillock, I could see vast quantities of it swarming in from all over the battle field and congregating around the platform. Suddenly, the mist billowed out before being sucked back in; as if an explosion had occurred in its heart. The red pinpoints of light winked out for a moment then reappeared at least three meters higher, much brighter as well and larger. They pierced through the fog, lighting it up from the inside as it continued to swirl around the figure standing inside it, thick and turgid. Slowly, as if walking from a nightmare, this.... this... thing reached up out of the mist. Lightening suddenly forked down from the heavens and connected with it. There was a great flash of blinding light and a powerful shockwave washed over us, resurgent with the smells of battle and something else, something worse....

As I blinked the dust from my eyes and shook my head to clear it of the ringing, I looked out and could see what has been wrought. Where the platform once was, a crater was now gouged out of the earth with ragged edges like a festering wound with smoke wafting out and along the ground near by. Just then, rising from the ground in concentric rings from the blast, were the ranks of enemy who were nearby the blast. They were the lucky ones. Of those who were closer, nothing remained but some half-melted armor and weapons. Stepping up out of the crater, the monster, brandishing a wicked looking Bardiche, opened its mouth and issued a roar like none other. It isn't loud, nor does it shake the ground; instead I could feel it inside my head, pounding on my temples, tearing at my soul, freezing my breath. Off to my right I heard a sharp intake of breath over the sudden silence in the aftermath of the shockwave. Looking over I could see Jazmyn the archdruid looking at the behemoth with dread in her eyes.  Calling out to the druids around her, she began to cast a summoning spell of great strength. I knew not what she would call forth, yet I knew in my heart that it would most likely not be enough to stop this new horror. I tried to lend my feeble talent to her summoning spell, but I know not if I was any help. The druids spread out from Jazmyn like planets orbiting a star, hand in hand, they outline enough space for the summon. I could see from my vantage that this would be no ordinary creature, perhaps even.... yes... I began  to see polished scales appearing in the air. And, the air, yes the air, grew noticeably colder as the scales quickly multiplied and spread up and down the back of a truly massive dragon. It was the greater glacial, old Dreamer herself. As the last of the behemoth finished phasing in, Jazmyn opened her eyes and looks calmly into the face of her pet, "Hello there you old Day Dreamer, I have need of you again."

The glacial, sensing the battle raging around her, gave an impertinent shake of her head, as if to say: "Well, get on with it then." As Jazmyn cast protective spells on the dragon and the battle mages prepped the augments imbedded under massive diamond hard scale plates, the old dragon inspected her scales to make sure they all came through the transition in one piece.  The thick scales that covered her sinuous form are the best type of armor: diamond hard with some as large as order shields; their protection is second to none. The augments that had been inserted under the scales in key areas by my hand began to glow fiercely as the mages poured greater and greater amounts of energy into them, activating them. These precious stones greatly augmented the glacial's strength, agility, and intelligence; doubling, if not tripling her power. As the preparations neared an end, a priest hurried up to make the quick sign of Compassion in the air between the dragon and him then held up a large power crystal above his head and waited for the dragon. Knowing well the drill, Dreamer lowered her head to his level and pressed her forehead against the waiting crystal. There was a brief blue flash before the priest lowered the crystal and rushed off to the back lines cradling in his hands the now glowing shard containing a stored fragment of the glacial's soul should she fall in battle. Finally ready for battle, Dreamer threw back her head and let forth a roar of anticipation.

The horror had by this time worked its way through friendly territory and was proceeding lay waste to the front lines of the Empire, driving back any foe that stood before it. Some men scattered before it, others stayed rooted in place by the fear that overtook them; but no matter as its reach was long and its will determined. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, Dreamer began to lope towards it. She was careful to step around the fleeing Paladins and Templars as they tried to scatter before her charge. After a few bounds though it was unnecessary, as she spread her great diaphanous wings and took to the sky with a sound of blowing air like the exhalations of an angry God.  Quickly gaining altitude, she began to circle the battle, looking for the best angle of attack while Jazmyn offered advice and information of the battle through their shared mind-link. Seeing an opportunity the Great glacial folded her wings and dropped like a stone straight towards the flesh golem. Not one hundred feet away, she finally issued her clan's battle cry opening her jaws wide and spreading her talons out.

Ashes of the Phoenix

(OCC: My thanks goes out to the wonderful Link of Urak. I could not have done this backstory without his help, as all the main concepts, and events are due to him. I merely provided supporting details, polish, and obsufucations.)

Bits and excerpts from the journals of Lord Phoenix, Imperial Regent of the Empire of Sosaria.
Covering the years of 351 through 352, of the Post-Paxium of our Lord and Savior: Lord British

Wednesday, 73rd of Catumnal, 351
It's the first month of my journey away from the Empire. I've left care of it in the capable hands of friends who've stayed behind. A bit of travel will do me good, as I have been buried under the duties of leadership for far too long now. Had I known the trials and work involved when Jager asked me to be Regent.... Well... I must admit that I most likely would have accepted it anyways. This exploration will be good for me though. I have a good feeling about it.

Today, the scout found a dungeon a few miles to the north. It's heavily guarded but promises to hold great riches! Looks like we'll be doing a little treasure hunting tomorrow! Tonight we'll set up camp and make plans before making our way there in the morning. With a bit of planning and team work, we'll dispatch the vile creatures of the dungeon and claim the treasure before nightfall!
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Thursday, 1st of Catumnal Secundus 351
Where to begin... We attacked this morning, and easily entered the dungeon. Upon entering we were met not with swords and arrows but an eerie growl and low rumble almost like laughter. An unexplainable wave of fear and dread overcame us and a feeling of darkness gripped at our very souls. It was the most unsettling experience I've ever had, yet I shoved it aside and encouraged the others, and we pressed slowly forward. The dungeon was much harder than expected. The enemies we faced were unlike any we had seen before. Instead of flesh and bone they were made of metal and wood and belched thick clouds of white steam and black smoke. Their centers were lit with the fires of hell, which provided our only illumination. Deeper and deeper we advanced, losing not a single man and slaughtering many of the enemy in the close quarters. We should have felt elated at our progress, but the darkness and feelings of evil pervaded everyone. Finally having defeated the last of the wicked monsters, we entered the treasure room. To our dismay however, we found it all together empty save for a peculiarly runed and exquisite War Hammer. I took the Hammer, and we quickly retreated from the dungeon. We've set up camp now a few miles back south were we had stayed last night. I've tried again and again to sleep... but the same dark feeling that was in the dungeon is still with me. It has much lessened now, but still I feel a growing darkness in the back of my mind and encircling my soul. It's strange, but I can almost feel it physically coming closer to me, yet being still very distant. The dungeon must have been more unsettling than I realized. In the heat of the fighting I ignored it to some extent, but it seems to have caught up with me. It will probably be some time before the impact of that experience dulls.

I've found it necessary to write in my journal this morning. The dark feeling from last night has worn away a bit, and though I still feel it there, I feel none the worse and actually feel stronger than I have in weeks! We'll be making our way eastward now into the thick woodlands...

*some days later*
Sunday, 3rd of Catumnal Secundus 351
It seems we've stumbled into the middle of a war. The people of the Woodland Empire we discovered are at war with a deadly and wicked Clan of Necromancers who call themselves The Dark Crusade. This Clan has now destroyed the Woodland Empire and set up a new dark Empire. There is yet a few struggling villages and cities of the Woodland people who have not yet surrendered and are now begging for our aid in their desperate condition. I've never been one not to help the oppressed especially when it is the good who suffer at the hands of the evil, so I have agreed to lend the aid of the Empire of Sosaria to their struggle.

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The great grassy field spread out before them. The wind moved swiftly through the tall blades of grass... and among the readily drawn blades of the people: the combined forces of the Sosarians and the Woodlanders.  Arranged in the battle proven Reverse-Echelon formation, developed by the Great Manamotto, I directed my troops to begin sweeping through the enemy lands. Cleaning them out of their captured villages and reclaiming the homes of our new friends. The wind seemed to carry and spread the feelings of each person to me: some fear, much anxiety, some dread, others hope, and some anger. All this quickly morphed into the euphoric sense of victory as we drove the vile necromancers before us. I knew better though. I knew that this quick victory would not last.
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Wednesday, 6th of Catumnal Secundust 351
For now they stayed in the woods on the edge of the field. The enemy had recovered from the initial shock of our advance and had gathered an army of their own to oppose us. Our advance had been stopped here, on the edge of this wood, not by a counter attack. Rather I knew better than to over-extend my troops. Time would be needed to consolidate our gains behind us, Time would be needed to set up the smithies and the kitchens that would supply this army. Man runs on its stomach, and an army is composed of men. Turning, I peered through the Optica-Lensitium that the battle mages had created for me here at my command bunker. Not even bothering to hide their war preparations, I could see the enemy among the dark boles of the trees; preparing for their offensive. Behind me I could hear the sharp ringing of hammer upon hot Valorite and the grinding of blades upon stone. The crafters were hard at work repairing the battle damage and preparing the weapons and armor of my men. Off to my left, my trusted General Knossos stood in conversation with one of the scouts. I could hear muttered conversation, but ignored it for now; knowing that I would soon learn of anything important. The sun was sinking slowly in the sky and I knew that at best we had until morning to prepare ourselves for the battle to come. As if on cue, I began to hear the wailing voices of the clergy in the distance. They were making the ritual evening call to prayer, where they would bless the men and place wards on them to keep their spirits safe were they to fall in battle. I myself must find time to visit them this evening. If only I could find the time. There was much yet to prepare.

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Thursday, 7th of Catumnal Secundus 351
The glorious forces of the Empire were arrayed out on either side of me as I sat before them on the back of my trusty swampie; Flame. Row upon row of Paladins and Pikemen stood at attention before me, with Templars, Battle Mages, and Druids behind them. Archers, under the command of Lord Knossos brought up the rear and to either side sat the Knights upon their snow white steeds. Behind me I could feel more than hear the heavy stamping of the approaching army as the cold grey mist began to seep through my armor. Preferring the darkness, the Necromancers had begun their assault in the early morning hours. I had been shaken sleepily out of my bed-roll by a panicking scout who could do nothing other than splutter incoherent phrases about hordes of monsters advancing out of the forest towards us.

As I stood here before the men I gave no great rousing speeches, everyone knew why we were here. All my men were composed and ready, it was only the reserve ranks of the Woodland'ers that looked as if a strong breeze was blowing through them.  I looked over at Knossos and received a slight nod indicating that he was ready. In turn, I individually caught the eyes of Nasdurche, leader of the battle mages; Jazmyn, Arch Druid; Kithra, Paladin Queen; and Dunneldeen, Knight Captain. After each silent affirmation, I drew a deep breath and turned in the saddle to look behind me. Though I could see nothing through the early morning mist and the cloying darkness I could sense the enemy drawing ever closer. With a great shout, I commanded:
"My brothers! Let us shine the Glorious Light upon these foul creatures!" At this utterance, I could feel the skin on the back of my neck rise up as the Battle Mages drew energy from Mother Gaia herself, pooling it and condensing it, until they let fly huge balls of light that soared into the sky; burning away the darkness and driving back the insidious mist in an instant. Suddenly revealed to us out of the darkness was a mass of trolls and demons and undead. With the twang of released bow-strings, hundreds of arrows flew through over our heads and found their marks in the vile flesh of the enemy. As the archers reloaded and prepared for another salvo, I raised my war Hammer and let forth my battle cry. "Advance in the name of the Light!" Behind me, the Battle Mages worked their spells, imbuing our weapons with a bright white-blue glow and activating the magic gems sewn and welded into our armor and shields. The druids began their chanting, summoning their pets from the stables and calling forth Gaia's fury. I rushed forward, with my army at my back, straight into the midst of the enemy.

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Battle has never been a pretty sight to behold. For all the glory that historians try to give it, one who has been through its rigors knows better. Battle is where men unleash themselves and become little more than beasts. It is only their training that allows them to return to themselves after it is all said and done. It is only belief in a higher purpose that one can remain sane in the knowledge that they have taken a life by their actions. Though the enemy also fights with this belief, it is only the victor who can try and justify this to themselves. It is one of the many little things that a warrior does to try and make sense of it all.
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The sun was high in the sky by the time everything was over. My armor was hot on my shoulders and my arms felt like wet noodles after the exertions of the morning. I rested my Hammer upon the ground at my side and looked around me. Bodies lay strewn everywhere, of both friend and foe. It had been paid at a ghastly cost, but the evil had finally been repulsed back into the woods. They found little safety in there though, as the Druids chanted their spells and awoke the trees to the foul stench that ran between their trunks. The tops of the trees could be seen swaying in the distance and the grisly sounds drifted up the slopes. Already I could see Medicae going through the fallen, seeing who could be saved and who would be left to the Priests and the Armorers. On my right, Kithra slogged through the bodies towards me.
"How do you fare my Queen?" I asked of her.
"Tired M'Lord, but victorious. That was a difficult battle."
I nodded in agreement. "I fear though that it will only get worse. For I did not once see evidence of a Necromancer among the enemy."
Kithra's eyes became cold hard orbs of flint at this news. "Ah, I had forgotten that Sire." She nodded. "Once they come into play things will be much worse indeed."

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Friday 61st, of Hibernum 351
It's been some time since I last wrote; in fact it has been three long hard months of fighting. We have at least been victorious in our engagements and have advanced quickly through the Evil Empire of the Dark Crusade. We have liberated many towns and cities along the way, giving the Woodlanders back their homes and lives. It has been three months since that first heady battle on the edge of the Great Forest. Three months of pain and suffering. My troops are weary in both body and soul as they have had to see their friends fall around them, only to get back up as they were resurrected by the evil Necromancers which we face in ever greater numbers as we creep closer to the enemy capital. Just yesterday we faced an entire Battle Legion of them. Necromancy has always bothered me, but to see it used in battle is much more than bothering. The vile wizards use their dark magics to raise our fallen comrades as skeletons, zombies, and liches to fight against us. Words cannot begin to convey the battle other than it was the worst nightmare that I have ever encountered.  Side-by-side I had fought with the Paladin Queen Kithra. She had been watching my back as I watched hers, but of the two liches and three skeletal knights that I was driving back, one of them managed to slip past my guard. Behind me I heard a pained gasp for air. Not even needing to turn around, I knew in my soul that Kithra had been struck a mortal would. Bellowing for a medicae I redoubled my attack and managed to fell both a lich and a skeleton in one mighty blow of my Hammer. Torn at the loss of my friend and General, tears streamed down my face through the dirt and gore of battle; unfortunately the worst was yet to come. I am still not sure how I knew, but I sensed something approaching me from behind and my Hammer swung back behind me of its own volition. Parrying the deadly thrust of Kithra's War Fork. Shock coursed through my body as I realized that Kithra had been reincarnated as a Lich Lord. I searched in her eyes for any hint that the soul of once had inhabited the body of my friend, but my search was in vain. Standing there before me, with blood still slowly seeping out from underneath her armor, was a cruel joke; the familiar sight of Kithra, The Paladin Queen, with a twisted evil leer on her face. She swung at me again, meaning to disembowel me on the tines of her fork. I lost myself in despair, giving myself fully to the rage begat by loss, submitting to the power of the Hammer that I had found. Swirling the Hammer above my head, then bringing it down upon all enemies around me as I pirouetted on the balls of my feet. My mind lost, my soul torn, I went bezerek.

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Saturday 62nd, of Hibernum 351
With a start I awoke in my cot in the room off to the side of the command tent. 'Ow... that hurt.' I thought to myself.  Barely managing to open my eyes, I looked around. I noticed my armor stacked neatly in the corner with the Hammer laying against the pile. I could barely move and felt sluggish and drowsy. Croaking slightly as I tried to call for someone I could feel the dryness of my throat. Almost immediately a Medicae and Brianne, the ArchDruid, were at my side.
"Try not to speak M'Lord." The Medicae said. "Your healing is progressing well, but you are still weak."
"T...th...rs.t." I managed to squeak.
"Here drink this." Said Brianne, removing a vial of Spring Water from the leather pouch at her side.
Slowly the Medicae tipped the contents of the vial into my parched mouth. The sacred Spring Water, consecrated by Gaia herself flowed down my ravaged throat and rejuvenated me. Sensing that I could now speak with less effort I opened my mouth, but I was cut off by a warning look from Brianne.
"Give the water time to work Sire. I can image your question and I shall try to answer it. You did not receive a wound in battle, at least, not a physical one of any severity. Instead you took a grievous mental wound."
At her words I remembered what had happened, remembered the loss of Kithra. Tears welled up in my eyes again.
"Do not fret my Lord. I have received word from the Priests that they had managed to capture her soul and send her on before she was raised. She did not suffer any. But you must rest and recover. We have won that battle and are gathering our forces together and preparing them for the next stage.
Relief at this news overcame me. I was so glad that Kithra had not had to suffer at my hands. The Medicae murmured another spell over me and I could feel my eyelids becoming heavier. Before the merciful oblivion of sleep took me, I motioned for the Hammer to be put in my hands. Somehow I felt stronger whenever I touched it. Complying, I could feel the comforting weight of the handle being laid into my right hand as I fell into a healing slumber.

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Sunday 63rd, Hibernum 351
I have recovered at a miraculous rate. Within a day I was up and about, giving orders and preparing my men for the advance upon the capital city, whose spires we could see over the tree-tops in the distance. My soul will always carry the scar that was inflicted by the loss of Kithra, but I knew that it would act as armor upon my heart. Within a week we had moved out and continued our advance upon the enemy. More and more friends were felled alongside me in combat. Always it seemed that a Necromancer was within range to reanimate the corpse and force us to fight against our friends. For every body that was slain, both friend and foe, another arose from the ground to fight again. It was fighting three armies for every one. Only when the corpse was battered and broken into several pieces was there too little Life-Force for them to reanimate. To see familiar faces with an unfamiliar and completely cold darkness in their once bright and living eyes, is the most heart wrenching thing a person can endure. I would rather see them dead than raised again in such a way. I will spare no mercy in my destruction of these necromancers, we will be victorious!

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Thursday 4th, Verisum 352
We have won every battle thus far and with every victory I feel stronger and even more encouraged to fight. I feel a power within me... it's a power that has been slowly growing within. I felt it first when holding the War Hammer I found in the first dungeon we raided in these new lands. It's amazing, as if it gives me strength in battle when I should be worn. Ever since I held it while in bed recovering, my strength has grown rapidly and my vigor in battle seems inexhaustible. I've continued to use the Hammer, and it is an amazing weapon even more so than I ever realized. Despite the foes I've slain and the armor it has destroyed, it still holds its shape and even seems to be more solid and fitting to my hand than the first day! I can feel power flowing within it and through me. It must have some special enchantment. Having now remembered once again that dungeon from those many months ago, I also once again notice another feeling I've had since that time. I still feel the distant presence of incredible power. It is so very strange...

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Wednesday 22nd, Verisum 352
Early one morning Jager received orders to pull up camp and begin moving forward. "What?!" Jager outburst upon hearing the orders of the sergeant, "Again so soon? We can not keep this up!" He had been up most of the previous night tending the wounded and repairing broken armor and weapons just as he had for the previous three weeks of nights. He had no real healing skill, but his rough crafting Magery allowed him to assist some of the over worked Medicae of the army. He could probably fight in the battle himself as a mage in the back ranks casting simple spells and healing, but Phoenix purposefully kept him at camp away from the battles. His skills as a crafter were in greater demand. There was no other in all of Sosaria who could keep up the supply of weapons and armor as he did. However, while his diversity of skills made him very useful, it also gave him a great deal of hard work.

You look of as a man dressed in white and gold robes appears in the meadow. He raises the trumpet at his side to his lips and blows three strident notes.

He clears his throat:

Hear ye, Hear ye...
I would like to announce the inception of the Great Viskeroth Tenmar into the hallowed ranks of the Glorious Empire of Sosaria. His skills and the knowledge that he brings will be invaluable to our cause. Glory be to the fighters for Truth and Order.
That is all.

Herald for the Empire of Sosaria

Traveling along the familiar road through Magancia, you notice a freshly pasted placard on the signpost, Moving closer you begin to read the message it shouts out to you in stylized gold letters on a white back ground.

Imperial Announcement from the Glorious Lord Phoenix,
Imperial Regant of the Empire of Sosaria.

Greetings Sylvanites

As the Imperial Regent of the Empire of Sosaria, I would like to inform everyone that I have returned to Sylvan Heart from my many months of travel. In the time which I was gone it seems that much has changed, but I can assure you that The Empire's Dedication to upholding Justice and Order is never wavering. From my travels I have learned much and met many people, A few of which have agreed to return to my Empire, which I am sure you will meet soon out and about the world.

This announcement is also to inform everyone that I intend to resurrect my Empire from the ashes of history and return it to its once shining glory and power. It has been to long since the glory of the Empire was upheld here, and I plan to grow our numbers and reforge the ES name, quenching it in the warm bodies of our enemies.

Those who wish to join, please contact me or my staff and we shall consider you.

Phoenix
Imperial Regent of,
The Empire of Sosaria

OCC: I am disappointed that I couldn't get text coloring or fonts to work
P.S.: I am aware that this would normally go in the "Guilds" sub-section, but since I am announcing this for purely RP purposes (no new members accepted) I decided to post in here.

Random floating elephant ear plant at Buccaneer's Den (2660.2197.4)

Jager

Has anyone heard from her lately? I have been trying to get in touch with her but I don't know if any of my messages have gotten through.

Additionally, if anyone knows any contact info for Brutuis Iniquitus(sp?). I would also be interested.

Jager

Howdies fellow Sylvanites, long time no see.

I was wondering.... Are there any up and coming role playing crafters that are new to this shard?

Also, who sells armor and weapons these days? Any major suppliers?


Jager

*chuckles*

So it came up the other day as to why it takes me so long to look through the armor that I have when I am making a suit, or patching up and existing suit.

I would like to answer with a picture.

http://jager.no-ip.org/files/Picts/UO%20Picts/Armor%20Crafting.JPG

P.S.: This is only 2 chests worth. I still have a third that I am not showing open (no room!)

So. I would like to know from a crafter's viewpoint, What is your favorite type of bow. A reply with why would also be immeasurably valuable to me. *grins*

Jager.

Journal Entry #6823
Phoenix

The past few weeks have brought with them some interesting changes and along with them  some sorrows.  Although that is to be expected I suppose when a Dark Lord of Evil arises and begins to wreak havoc.  *chuckles* I suppose I should start at the beginning otherwise my grandchildren will not know what I am talking about when I eventually give them this journal to read.

Well, about a week ago now my Tailor and best friend Jager invited me over for some drinks and a friendly game of darts. We had a really good time hanging out and trying to hit a picture of..... well... lets just say a picture of someone *chuckles*. Towards the end of the night Jager began withdrawing and would just sit there with a mug of the Pratertian's finest and stare off into the distance. Seeing that my friend was in a world of his own I began to quietly clean up the mess and prepared to take my leave. As I was gathering my gear to leave though, he came over and laid a hand upon my arm saying, "Wait a moment my friend, I need to ask a horrible favor of you."  This came as sort of a surprise to me as he is usually never drawn or gloomy, yet his face was a mask of pain and there were tear streaks lining his face as he stood there slightly swaying.

Phoenix: Of Course my friend, What is it that I can help you with?
Jager: I have been troubled as of late. My dreams have been dark and my days
Jager:  shadowed with the guilt that suffocates me without end.

He leads me back over to the chair I had occupied and bis me to re-take my seat.

Jager: As you might have heard I found my brother's old suit of armor up in the
Jager: attic. It reminded me of the life which he once led and the good that he did for the
Jager: good of all.
Phoenix: *nods* Aye, your brother and the rest of the Forces of The Light managed to shut
Phoenix: away the Evil One for a good long time. It is unfortunate that he is now beginning
Phoenix: to regain his power. He must have somehow manged to convince some poor people to
Phoenix: give him their souls.
Jager: *nearly breaks down* Aye my friend, and yours I believe,  Manamana has been
Jager: converted to the dark ways, as has Asimon and who knows who else.
Phoenix: *starts* No way! They have pledged their souls to HIM?
Jager: I do not know for sure, But A few days ago they both attacked and tried to kill Link of Urak
Jager: And I have heard that the Fair Serenity was nearly killed by her fiancee' Manamana.
Jager: She is devastated.
Phoenix:     :O  Thus I imagine. Tis definitely horrible news.

Jager: Which brings me to the horrible favor that I need to ask of you.
Phoenix: *cautiously* I will do what is in my power to do my friend.
Jager: I tried my best to revitalize The Empire of Sosaria, yet I am always too busy to run a
Jager: guild. And I am not strong at all. I would not be able to lead any hunts or organize any rescues
Jager: But you my friend. You are strong enough. You seem to be well liked by those in our community.
Jager: If I ask it would you take over leadership of The Empire and lead it to greatness?
*long silence*
Phoenix: If you ask it of me, I will do so. But I caution that I have not lead a guild before, I would have to
Phoenix: follow your lead for a while. I am a follower, not exactly a leader.
Jager: *tearing with relief* I do ask it of you my friend. I hate to have to, but these are difficult times
Jager: That we are entering and especially if our two friends have pledged themselves to serve evil
Jager: then we will have to be strong and brave enough to weather this sorrow on the horizon.
Phoenix: *nods* These will be difficult times indeed.....


Thus is how my friend Jager transfered leadership of the Forces of The Light to myself. All the current guild members agreed with his decision, but I must admit I have my doubts about how well I will do. I just hope that I will be strong enough to bear this burden. The need for a strong leader was never proven to me as well as they were this past Saturday. It was then that I met Asimon for he first time since I learned of his treachery. I met him in the meadow trying to recruit unsuspecting travelers and townsfolk into serving his master. Disgusted by his actions and his behavior I stepped up and confronted him about his decision to serve The Evil One. I attempted to explain him what happened to others in the past who gave up everything good and holy for "power".

He was convinced that he was in the right though, and no amount of discussion would convince him otherwise. Yes he knew what had happened to those before him, yet he pointed out the mistakes that they made and the reasons for their "punishment" by his mater.  I hadn't intended for this discussion to become a public spectical but after we had been arguing for a while I noticed that we had drawn a crowd of onlookers. They were listening to our heated debate and were remaining silent. I instantly became self-conscious of th attention and the sentence i had been uttering died half-formed. Asimon also seemed to notice the crowd for the first time, but unlike myself he instantly returned to trying to recruit for his master again. But most of the onlookers would have none of it. They either ignored him completely or began to take up where I had left off in the argument. I am not quite sure how it happened, I think it was Ironhand declaring his devotion to the light and his desire for me to lead them against the dark tides of evil that slowly encroach upon our lives with out us noticing. Before I knew it I was surrounded by several fellow Sylvanites all pledging their loyalty to me in my fight against The Evil One and his minions.

I tried to tell them that I didn't really want to create a war where none had been for a long time, but they didn't want to listen. They wanted to stamp out this rot that was forming on our doorsteps and they seemed to want me to lead this crusade. I told them we shall see, but I think I am ready to organize resistance to the wishes of this "Dark Lord" and return our fair lands to the glory of the Light. I will not turn away anyone who wants to rid the world of this Abraxius. I shall do my best to train them and outfit them for the tasks ahead. Only time will tell if I chose the right path. My judges will be you my grandchildren, so if I fail in this effort try to think of me as one who wanted to do good. 

Phoenix

Welcome to our home and our  addiction.

I have run into several of you thus far and just wanted to give a welcome.  I do not know if this is the case with everyone, but a majority of the new players that I have talked to are from the recently defunct Age of Avatars.  I know Greywolf to an extent, and I know he will be working to try to restore his shard. Having played on AoA myself for a while I know what he had there and just how much he has to rebuild and how difficult it will be to return to normal.  Additionally, I feel that even though he had some interesting customs  Sylvan's are better, also the players are much nicer here and the economy/shard is a lot more balanced.

As one who has played both shards, feel free to pm me in-game or on these forums with any questions. I should be able to explain any concept that you should wonder about.

Anywhoo welcome to our home and I hope that you like it here.

Just a few differences from the top of my head:
--> No rez proection. (if you ask for help over public chat there will be someone who will come help you)
--> Caster character templates are not as powerful here.
--> Atonements are roughly equal to tokens and VS's are roughly equal to Supertokens
--> Leveling and level points are roughly equal to Sockets and Augments. They boost your character and his abilities.
--> There is a profanity filter here and it will auto jail you if you use any curse words. (very small amount of jail rock to mine)
--> Macroing is allowed as long as it is not in a public place and it isn't making you money.


Jager/ Shanerous Loreth/ Phoenix


P.S.: There is no player like Pape  here thank goodness.

It was a relatively normal evening, just the usual slaying of evil and aiding of those in distress.  Lord Phoenix, the newly instituted Regent of the Empire of Sosaria, on his way back home stops by at his friend Rease Hunter's Tavern in the center of MarketVale for a quick chat with friends over a cold glass of  chocolate squirrel milk.  While there, a scrawny cat wandered in and over to the fire. As it sat there warming itself with the fire flickering behind it, Phoenix couldn't help but notice the odd way in which it sat. For it didn't sit as most ordinary cats would.  As he was sitting on the bar stool  the cat felt his gaze upon her and looked up, and on locking gazes the cat streaked over and jumped onto the bartop scattering goblets of chocolate milk everywhere.

It is here that we begin our story. Following is a transcript of this night's events.


Punkin: *knocks squirrel milk bottle over*
Jazmyn: oops
Punkin: *laps up spilled milk*
Rayne Hunter: need some help back there?
Jazmyn: we spilled the milk
Phoenix: *nods*
Punkin: *gets paw in milk*
You drink the milk, and begin to feel more satiated.
*not the spilled milk, but the one in my pack before the cat could spill that one*
Punkin: *shakes paw*
Jazmyn: *looks for rag*
Punkin: Mrph
Phoenix: *laughs*
Biki Tarber: heh
Rayne Hunter: *grabs a bar rag*
Jazmyn: Thank you Rayne
Punkin: *rubs against her legs*
Rayne Hunter: your welcome....
Rayne Hunter: *reaches down to pet the kitty*
Jazmyn: we had a milk issue
Phoenix: *chuckles*
Rayne Hunter: *whips up the smelly milk*
Jazmyn: silly cat
Punkin: Mrow?
Phoenix: Odd color for a cat
Jazmyn: *wipes dress with bar napkin*
Punkin: *is offended at being called silly cat*
Phoenix: Dont believe I have met that breed before
Rayne Hunter: *pats the kittys head*
Rayne Hunter: its all right,
Punkin: *knows she's a special calico breed*
Phoenix: *laughs*
Jazmyn: the kitty almost matchs you phoenix
Phoenix: *nods* Special yup... That sounds like it fits
Phoenix: Aye
Phoenix: That is sorta scary
Phoenix: 0.o
Punkin: *wonders how the human can read her thoughts*
Phoenix: Why? Cant everyone?
Phoenix: *confused*
Phoenix: It seemed as clear as day to me
Punkin: Mroow!
Phoenix: Jaz?
Jazmyn: yes?
Phoenix: Can you understand her?
Punkin: *startled that the human male can understand her*
Jazmyn: actually
Jazmyn: no
Jazmyn: sorry
Phoenix: Hmm
Jazmyn: are you ok?
Rayne Hunter: lets see if i can get you some milk
Phoenix: That might have been some off squirrel milk Rease gave me
Punkin: *backs up a bit*
Phoenix: *eyes the empty glass warily*
Phoenix: Hmm
Punkin: *eyes the human male*
Phoenix: I hope that was chocolate!
Phoenix: I drank it rather fast
Phoenix: Didnt smell it
Phoenix: *wonders if it was a potion of some kind*
Rayne Hunter: never know when Rease grabs stuf
Punkin: *looks at her muddy paws*
Punkin: *wonders if she muddied up his milk*
Punkin: mew
Punkin: *lifts paw*
Phoenix: *faints*
Jazmyn: *thinking very glad the kitty spilled my milk*
Phoenix: You sure you gave me the right glass Rease?
Phoenix: I can understand everything that cat is thinking!!
*Rease is tackled by the scrawny cat*
Rayne Hunter: woah!
Rease Hunter: @_@ ACK!
Punkin: *knocks him down*
Rease Hunter: *is tackled by the kitty
Punkin: *pins him down*
Rayne Hunter: Its ok girl!
Jazmyn: woah
Rayne Hunter: *laughs*
Punkin: Mrow?
Jazmyn: strong kitty
Phoenix: Very
Rayne Hunter: He just being silly
Punkin: *sinks in nails lightly*
Phoenix: I have seen Balrons do less to rease
Rayne Hunter: he is harmless
Punkin: *looks at nice lady*
Punkin: *walks off human male*
Punkin: *hides under her cloak*
Jazmyn: maybe you should feed the kitty
Rease Hunter: @_@ wha' je' 'appened?
Jazmyn: she might be hungry
Rayne Hunter: *reached down to help rease up*
Jazmyn: seem tempermental
Rayne Hunter: Guard Kitty got you
Punkin: Mroow
Rease Hunter: *reaches up to take her hand* Oy an ye wanna kee' tha'?
Rayne Hunter: Yes...
Rayne Hunter: I do
Punkin: *licks her hand*
Rayne Hunter: she is to cute!
Rayne Hunter: *pets*
Rease Hunter: *looks down at the cat, then back up at Rayne* hmmm....
Rayne Hunter: *grins and pets the kitty*
Punkin: *lays ears back*
Rease Hunter: maybe she'll warm up te me an le' me ri' 'er through the woods when i go'
milk squirrelsRayne Hunter: *pats her kitty*
Punkin: *puts up paw and extends nails*
Punkin: *swats and the air*
Punkin: Meow!
Jazmyn: *smiles*


Rayne Hunter: She can guard you from the evil monsters and witches.
Punkin: *shudders at mention of witches*
Punkin: *backs off*
Rayne Hunter: whats the matter Kitty
Punkin: *feels trapped*
Rayne Hunter: dont think she likes witches
Punkin: *lets out blood curdling meow*
Rayne Hunter: *looks at Rease*
Punkin: MROOOOOW
Jazmyn: that kitty seems nervous, she isn't going to get us is she?
Rease Hunter: 'ere kitty!
Punkin: *scrathes at door*
<Public> Punkin: *climbs tree*
Phoenix: Ah
<Public> Punkin: *waits for nice lady to rescue her*
Rayne Hunter: be right back
Jazmyn: well gentlemen and Biki I must leave now
Biki Tarber: *nods off*
Biki Tarber: wha?
Rease Hunter: Awww so soon lass?
Jazmyn: I have a early morning dragon training
Phoenix: *nods*
Jazmyn: yes sir I'm afraid so
Phoenix: I dont have much longer myself
Biki Tarber:
Phoenix: Good to see you two again
Jazmyn: good to see you as well
Jazmyn: you all take care
Biki Tarber: g'night
Jazmyn: and tell Mrs Hunter I will see her again soon please.
Rease Hunter: harhar well then I guess I bes' do some bi' o' buisness before we all lea'
tenigh'
Rease Hunter: Well, well allrigh' *grins with a nod*
Phoenix: *waves*
Jazmyn: take care
Jazmyn: *waves*
Biki Tarber: you too
Rease Hunter: *waves* Ye a' well
Biki Tarber: *waves*
Phoenix: So how you been rease?
Rease Hunter: harhar. I keen fine. 'ow bou' yerself? Been loo'in fer a swordsmith fer a
while.


<Public> Punkin: *hides behind a big tree*
Rayne Hunter: where did she go?
<Public> Punkin: *at the mention of Abraxius*
<Public> Phoenix: *perks up*
Rayne Hunter: that cat knows how to write
<Public> Phoenix: Who mentioned that horrid name?
Rayne Hunter: help me find her
Biki Tarber: I hear somethin!
<Public> Corsair Razion: An old name, at that...
Punkin: *is shaking*
<Public> Corsair Razion: *Shivers at the remembrance of the seige of Britain..*
Rayne Hunter: what witches work for him
Rayne Hunter: *peers though the branches at Rease*
Punkin: *shudders at the thoughts of the evil witches that held her in captivity*
Biki Tarber: you ran the cat up the tree
Phoenix: You all getting any of this? I can still hear her thoughts
Phoenix: *is unnerved*
Punkin: Mrow?
Biki Tarber: will have to call the local militia to get her down
Biki Tarber: eh?
Rayne Hunter: No she ran when i said Abraxious
Phoenix: Perhaps
Punkin: *pounces at Phoenix*
Phoenix: Well I don't blame her
Biki Tarber: Abraxius!
Phoenix: Tis ahorrible name!
Phoenix: *catches*
Biki Tarber: *spits*
Rayne Hunter: Its ok girl
Phoenix: *calms and strokes*
Punkin: *tells the human male*
Rayne Hunter: can you show us where they are?
Punkin: Abraxius is getting stronger
Phoenix: *listens*
Rease Hunter: *leans in, wondering what is goin on*
Punkin: He has witches working for him.
Rayne Hunter: *pets the kitty*
Punkin: I didn't used to be a cat.
Phoenix: *nods* Thoughtfull*
Punkin: I stumbled into their lair accidentally one day.
Punkin: I felt the evil presence immediately.
Punkin: I tried to sneak out before they saw me.
Phoenix: *sees thet cat is trembling and attempts to calm her down again*
Punkin: But the witches cast a spell on me.
Punkin: I forgot that I was even human for ages.
Punkin: I only just remember when the nice lady said "witches"
Phoenix: wait till i tell you all this story
Phoenix: I wish you all could hear this
Rayne Hunter: hear what?
Rease Hunter: Alls I know i' Im stan'in 'ere
Phoenix: The story that this poor cat is telling
Punkin: *lays down exhausted*
Rayne Hunter: I dont think its a cat
Rayne Hunter: cats done write
Phoenix: Tis a sad story for sure
Rayne Hunter: and don't know how to say yes and no
Phoenix: Rayne If you could be so kind
Phoenix: And Rease with your permission
Phoenix: I would like it if you could look after this cat for a while
Rayne Hunter: of course I can
Rayne Hunter: I would be happy to
Phoenix: Comfort her and make her feel at home
Rease Hunter: Well aye, o' course. Lor' knows I ;aven' 'ad animals before
Punkin: *looks up at nice lady*
Rayne Hunter: *smiles*
Rayne Hunter: You can stay here with us
Phoenix: I will have more questions to ask of her later when she is recovered from her
ordeals
Rease Hunter: *remembers a couple of dogs he had to adopt*
Punkin: *lightly mews*
Phoenix: Please treat her as you would a human
Rayne Hunter: *still has one of those wolves*
Rayne Hunter: We will take good care of her
Punkin: Ask them to not tell anyone I'm here.
Phoenix: as she was the same as such before the Evil One got ahold of her
Rayne Hunter: till we can find a way to help her
Punkin: I'm afraid they will hear of my whereabouts.
Phoenix: Also
Phoenix: Please keep this among ourselves
Rayne Hunter: *leans over and cups the cats face in her hands and kissed her nose'*
Punkin: *lays ears back*
Phoenix: If The Evil One heard of this
Phoenix: he would be here with a vengence
Rayne Hunter: I'll even get her a nice bed
Punkin: *softly purrs*
Phoenix: Please
Rease Hunter: Been a freaky nigh' enough fer me.
Phoenix: *chuckles*
Rayne Hunter: Sorry Rease
Phoenix: I fear that this may be the most normal of a night that we will see in a few
fortnights


Rease Hunter: Between pries's passin ou' 'oly books
Rease Hunter: me ex-wife wi' amnesia
Rayne Hunter: I am not your ex wife!
Rayne Hunter: I never divorced you!
Phoenix: *nods* Such i would appreciate
Rayne Hunter: *rolls eyes*
Rayne Hunter: *looks down at the kitty*
Punkin: *puts a paw on the lady's hand and looks up at her*
Rayne Hunter: Men can be so complecated
Rease Hunter: Aye ye di' an i'd 'ave a way te pro' i' a' well!
Rease Hunter: Phoenix, by the way.A man lef' somthin fer ye 'ere
Phoenix: Aye Rease
Rayne Hunter: would you like to go inside and rest girl?
Rease Hunter: *Rease Hunter Points at*
*Holy Book*
Punkin: *nudges book*
Rease Hunter: By a man named Samwell Yaza
It begins to rain.
Punkin: *flips open the book*
Punkin: *and appears to read it*
Phoenix: *reads over her shoulder*
Phoenix: very interesting
Rayne Hunter: *finishes reading*
Phoenix: I remember a man passing these out in the Meadows the other day
Rayne Hunter: hmmm
Rayne Hunter: Never seen him or heard of him till now
Phoenix: Hmm
Phoenix: He seems to be well informed of events long gone
Isalentia: *fiddles with one of her braids*
Punkin: *lays down at book*
Rease Hunter: Well 'e ga' me a small bag o' books te pass ou'.
Rease Hunter: an I go' a few more. so go a'ead an ta' i' iffin ye wan'
Phoenix: I would like one if you would Rease
Rayne Hunter: think I need to take her inside to lay down by the fire
Rease Hunter: Aye sir, go a'ead an ta' i'. I go' 2 o'ers
Punkin: *pulls the book under her paw*
Rease Hunter: Aye. prolly
Phoenix: *nods*
Rayne Hunter: i think she wants the book
Phoenix: A nice fire and some warm milk would be the ticket
Punkin: *hides book under her stomach*
Phoenix: And a book to while away the time
Rayne Hunter: *nods*
Rayne Hunter: all right
Punkin: *sighs*
Rayne Hunter: you want the book?
Punkin: *likes the sound of a bowl of milk and warm fire*
Punkin: Mew
Rayne Hunter: all right then'
Rayne Hunter: lets get you inside. milk for you and a warm fire to rest by
Punkin: *picks it up in with her teeth*
Phoenix: *nods*
Rayne Hunter: come on girl
Phoenix: So Some other books you said this 'priest' gave you?
Rease Hunter: Aye. Je' copies o' tha' book i' all
Phoenix: Hmm
Rease Hunter: seems 'es been tryin te pass em aroun'
Phoenix: Have you another on you? That poor soul took that copy
Phoenix: Thank'ye
Rease Hunter: *grins with a nod* aye, harhar. seems tha's me las' copy
Phoenix: Well hopefully i can get this back to you soon
Rease Hunter: I say kee' i'. Im nay a religious man, so I 'ave no use fer i'
Phoenix: I just need to sit down and think about the messages contained within
Phoenix: Nor am I really, but the author seems to know a lot about these ancient deling
Phoenix: and Has some interesting hymns
Rease Hunter: Well the war i' 'istory, so i'd imagine anyone wi' a bi' o' diggin an a boo'
ken learn on our wars
Phoenix: I fear it is getting late, and I have much upon which to think about
Rease Hunter: though the hymns je' seem li' ramblins te me
Rease Hunter: harhar. well allrigh'.
Phoenix: My gut tells me that there is something more though
Phoenix: I have much to think about



Jager/Shane/Phoenix

After many months of neglect and stagnation, I. The sole survivor of the Empire of Sosaria am trying to revitalize this noble guild in the name of the Light.  I am now accepting applications for membership. If you wish to become part of this guild which is dedicated to serving the forces of good, and if you enjoy helping others. This guild is for you.

Don't worry if you are new and don't have anything or know anything about these lands. I will help you out and get you started. Once we get enough members I will be scheduling weekly (or even bi-weekly) hunts/events/champs/Fel-runs.

Additionally, Anyone out there who was previously in ES and wants to rejoin you are more than welcome.

My hope is that we can revitalize this once great and powerful guild and become well known as the defenders of the weak and the vanquishers of Evil.

If you want to find out more about this guild please visit our website at:      http://jager.no-ip.org/ES/index.html

To apply for membership please send a private message ([pm) in game to Jager, or if you wish to tell me a little bit about your character and perhaps his story feel free to drop a book in the white chest on my porch. To get to my house (the temp guild house) I have a vendor portal in the portal area. Also please feel free to post on the forums listed on the website


Jager

Journal Entry #2591
Wednesday, 21 1190
A Twin Remembered

As I was sorting through the various chests in my attic, as I usually do once a month, I happened to notice a false panel behind a haphazardly stacked backpack of old short spears. Now I this definitely struck me as odd since I had never seen this before and I thought I knew everything about this house, since my twin brother and I built it after all.  As I moved the backpack out of the way my mind wandered back into the past to the days when my twin had fought with these spears. So long ago it was, yet the memories and the pain of his death flood back into my mind as if it had happened yesterday. 

As great pains often to, this one had faded with time to a weak flickering flame of regret in the back of my mind.  As I looked into the backpack I recognized one of the spears by its pale blue glow. It was the first weapon that my novice hands had crafted in an attempt to keep my brother safe during his  hunts.  I laid it aside with a mental promise to take it downstairs and display it, and continued unearthing the hidden panel.   It took some time, yet I preservered and shortly I had cleared my way to it. As I got closer and brushed off the cobwebs my heart skipped a beat for carved in the panel, no doubt by my brother's very hand, was the seal of the Empire of Sosaria.

Immediately the memories flooded in with remorse and anger hot on their heels.  Sorrow flooded my mind, but was soon burned away as is the morning mist in the heat of the sun beneath my anger towards that  devious Black Lich.  The self proclaimed Lord of All Creation and Master of the Dark Arts.

"Abraxius.... " I grind out through clenched teeth.... Instantly I am comforted by a warm ethereal wind as my brother's ultimate sacrafice resaures me that The Evil One has been safely imprisoned in the City of Umbra.  I know not whether my brother's sacrifice comforts anyone else, but I know that for me atleast The Evil One's name carries a taboo for anyone who says it with relish.

Bolstered by my confidence that Evil is being held at bay, I try to open the fake wall panel. Decades of unuse  have made the hidden mechanism a little sticky, but once the catch has been released the panel slides smoothly into the wall.  It is dark, but dry, and as I move my lantern closer the shadows melt away revealing a treasure more priceless to be than anything I can think of off hand. Believed by all to be destroyed by the Evil One as he tore the beating heart out of my twin, there stacked before me was the armor that my brother had lived and died in.  Breathless I hung the lantern on a peg and scooped up the helmet, and as I turned it over in my hands my disbelieving eyes tried to accept that this priceless family heirloom was before me.

After a few moments of staring stupidly at the helmet my brain finally returned to working order and my gaze swept the small cubbord.  Yes,  there was everything: the short spear his shield and all his armor, even his porcelain swampie that carried him all over the lands.  Nearly unnoticed by the right boot was a small blue book. Curiously I picked it up and dusted off the cover. On the front was written in Icemere's own scrawl were the words: "I am sorry".  Hurriedly turning the cover, almost ripping it off, I read the quick scribble on the first page:

"My dear friend, and twin to my most loyal guard and adviser, I am sorry that I did not come and tell you what happened to the personal effects of your twin after he was slain. I wanted to, but after seeing you at the funeral I realized that  returning your beloved brothers armor and weapons at that time would have completely broken you. " I quickly turn the page, " So I stopped by one night when you were asleep and using the spare key that Jager (Ed Note: The hunter) had given me, I stole up to the attic and stored all of his personal effects in the secret compartment that he had once showed me.  Soon I shall tell you, Once this knowledge will no longer pain you as great as it does now..."

Icemere Frostblade
                                                               Imperial Regant & Ruler
                                                               Empire of Sosaria


As I finish reading the last sentence, I rock back on my heels and slump against the wall lost in thought.  Time passes, how much I know not, but as I stand back up the realization comes over me that I am the last of this honorable and noble guild. Though I was a lowly tailor back in the Golden Days of The Light, my brother was second to only Regent Icemere himself and I come from the same stock. Our parents raised us to be scions of good and always help those less fortunate than ourselves.  I have always tried to do that throughout my life. I have cut some really good deals for those who are still new here, and I have given discounts to those who couldn't pay right then.

As I think back over my life I realize that I have not fufilled my destiny. My brother was always the natural leader and he was in line to take over the Regency after Icemere retired, but he never got the chance. The Evil One saw to that. I know that it was my brother's wish that I was to rule in his stead if anything ever happened to him, and it is only the misty veil of time that obscured my memory of this from my eyes. As I look once more at the empty armor  stacked there on the floor I realize that Icemere is never coming back from his retirement voyage. I realize that the once Great and Mighty Empire of Sosaria is not the scion of Light and Justice that it once was.

A heavy weight settles upon my shoulders as I realize that bringing this Regency back together is the one last thing remaining for me to do before I can go on a retirement voyage of my own.  I carefully gather up the armor and tie it up in my twin's cloak. The armor has been preserved well from the ravages of time by the guarding magics that were originally cast upon it, most of it is in good condition. A little work and restoration along with some new enchantments of my own and this armor will be ready for the next Imperial Regent of Sosaria.

Jager (Ed note: the crafter)

As he laid his war hammer on the wall hooks and shed his armor, he reflected on the hunt just past. Over his long and glorious journey through this life he had see many things. Wonderous things that were beyond comprehension, evil things that shriveled snakes and bats with its presence, and sorrow beyond compare. Tonight tho..... tonight was something new.

Out in the unknown lands of this place called "Felucca" dwelled horror....  Now readers of this tale don't be misled, our hero had been to similar lands in most respects, even to the name, but this "Felucca" was something altogether different. The scenery looked familiar, the towns like they had before, even the swamps had that same 'essence'.... Yet it was still different. The towns were not inhabited by the gentle folk of Sosaria nor even the packs of murders and brigands that sometimes claimed dominion of the land;  instead they were filled with horrors beyond imagining. Horrors that were stronger and more vicious than anything that he had ever seen before. Horrors that he knew would haunt his dreams untill he could go back, stand toe to toe with them, and laugh in their face but get away with it this time.

As he watched his suit slump to the floor, with a gash here and a tear here, he could see the inner majesty of the gems of power sewn inbetween the threads shine forth. With a kick that sent the suit flying he muttered: "There goes another suit, I guess ill have to pay my tailor a visit tomorrow and have him totally re-work it. It is no good now, and wasnt much earlier tonight!"  Where ever the Elemental Prince that had done the damage had come from he hoped it was far away so no more like it would appear. "That was one particular nasty piece of work"

As sleep overtook our hero, slumped in his favorite armchair, we se him clutching a photo of someone in one hand and a glass that had held some of Rease's best bitter in the other. "Goodnight beloved" he mutters as he falls into a fitful sleep, and sleep he must because tomorrow will be a bitter day as he faces his tailor and tries to explain what exaclty happened to the priceless armor that he had all but destroyed earlier that day.

Chapter 53 - A Bitter Realization - The Life of Phoenix the Armsman,  Stalwart of good and guardian of OOC


As transcribed by the Tailor Jager
On this day the 25th of the 12 year of the
Reign of our Lord and Savior Sir. British

Just thought i would post this link here. There seems to be some confusion lately about the nature of PvP and Pk'ers. Everyone read and enjoy!

http://www.game-master.net/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?/ubb/forum/f/5.html

Go to the third page and start at Episode #1.

Happy reading all

Jager

[[grab]

There have been lots of players asking recently about certian commands, and how to use them, so I thought I would compile a list of ones I know and share them:

For looting purposes:
[grab                -This is the basic loot command that will take everything off of corpses within a certian radius of your character.
[grab bag          -This command allows you to set a spare bag in your pack as the destination of the loot gathered in the [grab command.
[grab options   -This command allows you to select what items you want looted off of corpses.
[harvest            -This command allows you to set a spare bag in your pack for all ore/logs/farming pharaphenelia to be placed in.

For sorting loot:
[moveitems       -This allows you to select an item in your lootbag and move all like items to a different bag that has to be on the ground.
[moveitems exact-This allows you to select an item of a specific type and move it to a different bag that has to be on the ground.                       
[sort gems        -This command will remove all gems from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort regs         -This command will remove all reagents from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort scrolls       -This command will remove all scrolls from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort weapons  -This command will remove all weapons from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort armors     -This command will remove all armor items from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort wands      -This command will remove all wands from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort augments -This command will remove all augments from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.
[sort hides        -This command will remove all hides from your lootbag and place them in a different bag that you select.

[dump            -Will remove EVERYTHING from a bag that you select in your pack to a different container on the ground.

Stats indicators:
What Is My Status  -Will bring up a menu showing you your current Fame and Karma, How long you have been online so far, your total online play   time with that particular character.
[hunger or [thirst   -Will bring up a gump that shows you your current hunger and thirst levels.
[MyRewardInfo                -This well let you know your reward status and the items that you can select.

Speach:
[chat + (text here)            -Allows you to talk to all other players globally.
[c + (text here)                 -Allows you to talk to all other players globally.
[chatOptions                     -Will bring up a gump that will let you change the color of other's [c speach.
[g + (text here)                 -If you are a member of a guild, this will allow you to talk to any other guild member if they are online.
/ + spacebar + (text here)   -If you are in a party, you can talk to the other members of the party specifical.
! + spacebar + (text here)   -Will cause you to yell your text (can be seen from several screens away).
; + spacebar + (text here)   -Will cause you to whisper your text( can only be seen by other characters within 2 tiles of your character)
: + spacebar + (text here)   -Will turn everything you type into an emote.
[emenu                             -Will bring up a menue of all the avaliable emotes that have sounds for them.

Miscelanious:
[atone                    - Used to claim the corpses that you kill, and to get atones(used to get cool items).
[bandself                           - Is a build in command that will heal you using the healing skill if you have bandaids in your pack.
[band                               -Is similar to [bandself, but brings up a targeting cursor to bandage a third party.
[PetSpeak + (text here)      -Will allow you to make your pets say whatever you type in, others can read this like normal.
Silence                              -Will shut your pet up if you are getting tired of it talking to you all the time, repeating it will turn back on.
[point                               -Will give you a targeting cursor that you can use to point at other objects.
[regs                                -Brings up a menue that shows you the current amoing of reagents that you are currently carrying on your person.
[where                             -Will sometimes show you where you are at in the UO world. It also gives coordinates to your location.
[bod                                -Will tell you how long till you can recieve another smith or tailor bod.
[checkbondage                 -Will tell you if you have begun bonding your pet, or if you have how long you still need to wait till it is bonded.
[afk + (text here)              -Will let you notify others around you that you are AFK, and the text will allow you to leave a reason why or for how long.
[flip                                 -Is a nifty command that will change the orientation of an object, though the deco tool does this it is still handy if you are not in your house.
-ping                                -Will ping the server so that you can determine your latency to the server. (usefull for testing for lag)

Vendors:
claim                                -Will bring give you as many pets from your stable as you can hold at one time.
claim list                           -Will bring up a gump allowing you to select which specific pets to ring out.
bank                                -Will open your bank box if you are near a banker or a bank stone.
vendor buy                       -Will bring up the buy menu of a vendor that you are standing next to.
vendor sell                        -Will bring up the sell menue of a vendor that you are standing next to.
balance and saldo     -Will inform you(and everyone on the screen with you) the amount of loose gold in yout bank account.
withdraw and sacar  -will withdraw a specific amount of gold out of your bank account. You specify the number after the keyword.


If anyone has any additions please pm me and i will amend this list. I am hoping this will become a sticky. Please do not reply to this post

Jager