Tyr Antilles

Thank you Thom, nice ideea to have stories posted here.

I don't know how to PVP either, but I would like to learn. Sounds very interesting from my viewpoint.

A messy pack of goblins showed themselves from the forest and started to run to the two fishing boats which must take them to the small ship "anchored" not too far of the shore. Among them, two human fighters looked like they were protecting a small silhouette dressed in a monk robe. When their sight meet us the entire pack stops abruptly, unsure of their selves. Our thievery faces didn't earn any trust. - Ahoee, Olaf voice rises out load. We are coming in peace! - Who are you and what do you want? - could be heard from the monk robe guy. He had an unsure and feared voice of a teenager. (to be continued...)

After few days the weather start to change and becoming more and more rainy. Day and night enormous quantities of water had fallen from the sky, like the nature was decided to wipe out the land. Thank gods that we were already on water... In the interval spent among these peoples I asked many questions about what I suppose to be my home island, based on the traces I had, but the most of the slaves was ex pirates felled on disgrace or condemned by their comrades for various violations of the code and didn't seem too interested in helping me. Nevertheless, I have to admit that I didn't have too many hopes to successfully finding my origins on these parts of the world and implicit of some answers at the questions that worried me. My traces were limited at a sequence of unclear memories about a sandy land (all islands from this regions have something like that) and a tall mountain accessible from a gorge, on the base of this mountain, two statues guarding an entrance. The shape of the statues I couldn't remember by any means, they appear to me like they were shadowed in mist, and still they seemed familiar...; nevertheless my memories tide of this entrance was very unpleasant. Besides that, I always had the feeling that I miss something of the utmost importance, that the pieces weren't in the right place, but in spite of all my effort, I didn't find the reason. "This is a search that might never find it's answers" I thinked to myself depressed after adnother rainy day. Days passed one after another, our food stock lowered under our eyes until we remained only with the salty fish barrels, from which, luckily we had enough. In the afternoon of one of the days we finally heard the scream "LAAAAAANND" of the watch sailor. Any pirate ship shall have eyes everywhere, and us, running from Peg Leg James and without fighting strength, most of all. After an hour we reach the surroundings of the island presumed Corfax and find a good place to land, a small gulf with a old and screaky small ship, looking empty at the first sight. On the land were two fishing boats, not too much smaller then the old ship. Of joy that we finally reached the land few men jumped in the green and warm gulf waters starting to swim to the land. We leaved 6 of our peoples to guard the ship and with the others we swim to the beach. The golden sand, shine beautiful under our feet. I leaned back happy on it, letting the waves flow over me on the edge of the shore. After we recover from our euphoria we started to point our attention to the tropical vegetation that starts at the end of the broad beach, at first sparse, then more and more dense. Not long after that, a man returned from the edge of the jungle, with the word that a small path goes to the depths of the island, and another one returned after the investigation of the two boats from the beach founding them empty. After a short discussion with Archibald Quantorus and Olaf, we decided to follow the path with the hope that we will reach any settlement, from where to gather some information's regarding the way to Corfax where we were planning to try to speak with the king. But before our preparations could be done, strange noises started to be heard from the forest... (to be continued...)

[The lands described here in Tyr's journey have nothing to do with Britannia; they are intended to be located somewhere on the south of the actual sosarian map after a great ocean.] The sun rised already on the sky throwing golden shining spears on the ocean. Few good weather white clouds painted the blue of the sky. Salty water drops from some high waves breaking on the board get on me who had already started the morning watch. By Neptun, I love the ocean and I love this life! The ship cut the waves with the sharp keel, pushed by a good wind from port aft. I stole it from Peg Leg James on Shell Harbor after this one drowned the ship with witch I was traveling on the southern islands, thinking to seek informations about my childhood and about the doubts I had about my existence. The lands I found after the crossing of the great southern ocean were extremely interesting, there was a small continent in the north seized by a vast kingdom called Briseea, alongside which our ship sailed without even find it's existence and unfortunately out of bad luck, headed to the island with a shell shape, crowded with pirates. Besides these lands and a heaps of islands, the only bigger island was located on the eastern part of the archipelago, dominated by barbarian tribes which disputes among themselves the owning of this arid land: Corfax. Peg Leg James, the head of the pirates ambition, was to conquer the strong and rich kingdom of Briseea ruled by the old Brissius the Mighty, under of which long and enlightened rule, the peace withstand of decades. For this scurvy purpose he clinch an alliance with the necromancer king, which compelled himself to help him with his undead legions. Relying on this help, on his pirates gathered around Shell Harbor and on a skilful battle tactic, Peg Leg James already saw his dream become true. For this he gathered fighters from all corners of the archipelago, paying them well - because he had from where - calculating that right after he will get to Briseean throne, he will recover his money, thousand times more. Myself, after becoming captive, changed in a pirate slave and working a few weeks on the island golden mines, because of the sympathy earned among the peoples, I could run with a few of slave companions like thirty on number, stealing this fat ship and distancing as fast we could of Shell. Unfortunately wasn't the best idea to try to refugee ourselves on north, on Briseea, the other pirates believed that even deserter pirate slaves would be considered thieves and hanged on the first tree, this if we escaped from unknown and dangerous waters in the north. So, pushed by a good wind from behind, the only way we could see, was to refugee ourselves on the barbaric harbor from Corfax Island and to hope from all heart that barbarians from there wouldn't place our heads on poles. From my old companions from Britannia, only a beard guy remained, on his name Archibald Quantorus, on the others fate we didn't know anything from our capture by pirates and our selling as slaves. Archibald had under 60Kg weight and his physical force wasn't something to be proud of, but this shortcoming was fully compensated by his unusual intelligence. He was the one who planned our escape plan from the mine where we were working. From the others, interesting was a guy called Olaf, a giant pirate who at least looked intelligent enough. He was the one who nominate me as the head of the group (i don't have the slightest idea why), and nobody had the courage to contrite him, not even I. (to be continued...)

I like these short stories. They may not tell many important things but get you in the world atmosphere and make you really "live" there.

The results of the contest from this evening was: - First place: Edgar Rowley with an unbelievable time of 6.30 minutes (the previous record was of 8.15 minutes) - Second place: Qin Zong with 9 minutes - we didn't had a third place. Thank you for coming.

[This is the Tyr Antilles story from his first arrival on Sosaria to the present. I am not sure if or how often I will update it, and if I will answer any of the questions rised by this background story, but it can be a good startpoint to understand some of Tyr's actions and his way to be. A part of this story was told a couple of weeks ago at the Bard's Night on Galehaven. Other answers about Tyr Antilles can be found here at character survey topic. The Story of Tyr Antilles written by himself I have arrived in Brittannia from a land situated deep in the great Ocean and I don't remember much of my country, except beautiful beaches and the clear water of the Ocean filled with tropical fishes. I don't even remember the name of my homeland, perhaps it was one of the thousands islands from the South Ocean, at that time it was only named Home. Also the mistery about my parents, which I never met, was never unveiled. I supose everyone have to be born by parents? Or not? I was too young, only a child, when Papa Joe, the old sailor who take care of me, with head full of stories about great treasures on far, far islands in the west, and with whisky from the tavern, decided to search our luck taking a place on "Sea Daughter", a old ship belongs to a good tavernmate of him. After many months of searching and travelling we lost the way to our island and with almost no provisions we are starting to understand that death in the middle of the Ocean is a big possibility. But our Karma wasn't to die there; a mother storm begin, the Gods of wind and water fight one each other screaming of anger and our old ship was exacly in the middle of the battlefield. After many hours, in wich we have time to wonder that we are still alive, we hear in front of us the noise of waves hitting the ground. Next thing I remember was a great wave hitting the ship from the back and the strange sensation that I lie in a forest. When I wake up I was in a small fishing lodge with my companions around including Papa Joe, drunk like always. I see "Sea Daughter" resting between trees of the forest wich now I know that is near Trinsic. It take some time until we understand where we are, Brittannia is a wonderful place with many surprises. So in one of the days I say goodbye to Papa Joe and the rest of our crew, and I hit the road in searching for luck, headed to Trinsic. Trinsic, city of Honor, nest of the greatest Palladins from entire Brittannia, the city was a wonder for me - I haven't seen Britain yet - and I was impressed by the sense of rightness and honor at this peoples and of their respect for the virtues. I decided that if is not posibbile to join their order, at least to become as close I can of "The Way of The Palladin". The life on the city wasn't so easy for a young boy like me who couldn't earn money. My few coins vanished in just few days and I had to think at a way of making a living if I didn't wanted to get back ashamed to Papa Joe, or even worse in my oppinion, to embrance the noble proffession of begging. This was the time when I met Saint Ignatius. It was near the armory when a men, a noble judging by his clothes, started to scream that he was robed, his bag of gold missing, while other trespassers started to gather around him. Right away he is pointing his finger on me who try to push myself back from the crowd. - It was you, I am sure of it. Then looking at the peoples around: - Just look how he is dressed, and is trying to sneak out. Certainly, my clothes wasn't in their best shape, but to be accused of thievery just because of that wasn't too fair. Unfortunately the peoples gathered seemd to agree with him. It wasn't the best time to argue with them, so I turned away to run, but hit hard a tall man dressed all in black with a staff also black on his hand. - Oiii, what's that noise over here? Do you peoples lost the sense of truth? Don't you see that in his clothes he can't hide a bag of gold so big, like no wonder, you carried with you, kind sir? After arguing a few more times but without strength, the noble leaved furious and the crowd started to dissipate. - Saint Ignatius is my name, he says looking down on me and shaking my hand like the hand of an adult. His beard made the impression of a honest man, but his eyes shining with devilish power looked strange on me. - That fat pig - he continues - deserved to be robed, just as I deserve to get his gold. Arrogant nobles, belive that they are the only worthy human beings, full of theirselves and consumed by their greed. After that he invited me at lunch on his house, The Nest, where he present me his "family" Scoundrel Red Carl, Unworthy Solomon and the Despicable Gina, telling me that he have too much money to spend annyway pointing at the big pursue he just "gathered" with a triumphant smile. Over the next couple of days I become one of the "saints", more unwanting then of my will, finding excuses that they were nice peoples after all, and they took care of me. Even if I was very young, I didn't feel that pickpocketing and stealing was something honorabile, but I admired the boldness of Saint Ignatius who saved me back then, even he was the true thief. Now, when I look back, I wonder how I managed to become coopted on a thief band, when I started on the road with palladin ideals in mind. This can be a good example of how able we are to truly control our fate and why so many of us finish their stories buried in a way of living they hate, doing upleasant things their entire life, and the worst of all, forgeting their most beloved dreams. Of course this didn't happend with me, no doubt because of my good natured soul *chuckles*. Now serious, it was just luck. Months passed, then years and I still couldn't accomodate my ideeas and thoughs with the philosophy of the Saints. But I had no other place to go being still a child at that time and the life with them wasn't very harsh, they were good peoples, at least among themselves. Acvtivating in the Trinsic area, one of the biggest britanian cities we didn't had too much troubles with the guards and the law, except some minor incidents, even if the law is very strict about thievery. For a long time already, Saint Ignatius was dreaming at a "big shot", something that will make him rich in no time, and even that he detested the "greedy nobles" so much, I found out his hidden dream, the knighthood. In his conception this will be achieved only with lots of money, being one of those who belives that everything can be brought on this world with enough money. My thoughts about him was somehow uncertain. I could not agree with his philosophy feeling in my heart that is wrong, but after all he helped me a lot, and not only me; he wasn't a bad man. On that day preparations for the "big shot" ended, he gathered all of us and unveil the secret for he was preparing of a long time: a hit on The Pearl of Trinsic - the Trinsic Jeweler; he intents to enter her house, kidnap her and after that we will steal everything from her house and then ask her relatives for a big reward. The impact of this news on me was devastating, all my instincts revolted against such an action, and right at that moment I realized that thivery and other unworthy things are totally against my way to be. I knew from before Miss Shelley, the Jeweler, she was a rich woman, but often she was buying food and took care of poor peoples on the city, yes, like me, and all I know is that I wanted to see that woman safe. So, I asked Saint Ignatius to rennounce at this hit, arguing that is too dangerous, that are many guards around, but I couldn't make him change his mind; more then that, he told me to stay at home and not be involved in this, promising us all that after this hit we will become honest citizens, being rich enough to live many years without thinking of money. That was the night I flee from The Nest after two years from my arrival, taking with me only my old clothes. I sneaked on the darkened strrets of Trinsic, avoiding the lights, thinking of what i decided to do, though, the more I think, the more decided I was. Sneaking on the back window of the jewelry, where no wonder miss Shelley was at that late hour, beliving that the front door was already under surveillance, I hit the glass few times until the owner come to see what was there. - You are in danger lady, I told her, your house can be attaked on every minute now, please save yourself. The woman beliving my word, jumped over the window and asked me to wait at a neibhour family, friends of her, who lived a few houses away. Then with her neighbour left to alert the guards. In the morning I found out that on the previous night the guards caught the entire Saint Ignatius band in the jewelry and they were judged by the Royal Courthouse and sent to Wrong prison on the far north. The guilty feeling for betraying my friends was tremendous, but seems that my sense of justice was even stronger and I know that I will do the same next time. From that day until the day I come of age I become the son of that kind woman, the jeweler, living a peaceful life, and training myself to be accepted on the order of the Palladins. Because my new tutor was a rich woman, I could attend the "courses" of Encyclopedia Magicka, I worked as aprentice at the local healer, learning in time the art of healing, and in the same time I begin to frequent the Trinsic Training Hall on the Palladin Isle, learning the fighting arts such as anatomy, swordsmanship, tactics and focus. After many years of training, the graduation day arrived and after I took all the tests at the Trinsic Training Hall I was welcomed in the Order. When I reached the age where I could leave on my own I left the home - though I visit my step mother miss Shelley as often I can - and become myself an adventurer, seeking to build my own house and a name that I ca be proud of. In the years that passed I learned many things about Britannian way of life, meet many wonderful peoples like Elandra Rheinfal and Shadows, and wonderful places I saw, but as well, some despicable and corrupted, always reminding myself that a palladin is here to put a stop of the evil and protect the innocents. After that, meeting the one who will become my good companion and friend, Rand, I joined a nice guild C&C - Champions of Camelot ruled by the great Uther with his Lady Silana, and spend with them few good years. I witnessed the descover of Ilshenar, participating in the upcoming Jukan wars. Then I found about the Great Empire of Purple Guardians of Honor and proudly enrolled as a squire and over time becoming one of the good legionnaires and participating at many events and adventures with the legionnaires. Finally I brought my first house with the help of the greatest tamer I know, Lora du Blood. In this time I took very seriously my duty as a Trinsic Palladin, participating in different missions with the purpose to eradicate the evil, or where this is not possibile just to keep the safety of the cities and protecting the inhabitants in need. These missions sent me in many places of our land, some of them of great beauty and calm magic, but also others darkened with evil or decay. I fought the orc armies stopping their attempt to conquer sosarian territories, cyclopes and titans in the lost lands, and even the very well organized ophidian armies, so strong that each attempt to pierce their defense to their citadel in lost lands finish with victory on their side and most casualities in our palladin army. Most of all I like the sea travels, my attraction for the vaste water surfaces couldn't be denied. Crossing the seas many times I encountered and confronted as well many sea creatures like sea serpents and water elementals. Then, on an Ilshenar Dungeon where I was pushing back the forcess of evil with my friend Lu Lu Mistique a great spell was cast upon us by Lord of The Abyss himself and we were dragged on the underworld on adnother plane, a smokish and hellish place where we lost ourselves and changing forever. My friend was never beeen able to get back to life and i had a chance of a million. However, my memories about that place are very foggy and unclear, and it looks that the more I try to concentrate, the less I can remember. The only thing I was certain, is that something of great importance remained hidden and I have to find out what, at all costs. When I opened my eyes again in the world of the living, I was on a beach near the city of Haven, a fisherman pulling me away from the waters. I found later that almost a hundred years had passed on Britannia and my world changed a lot in this time... not as much as i did, it looks like. The ages spent on the daemon plane marked me forever, twisting my sense for true, tormented me with horrid dreams and whispering evil in my ears, trying to change my soul from the good. This only strenghtened my will to follow the TRUTH and to respect HONOR more then anything... but it looks like this is a very difficult task to accomplish in such circumstances. The life I had from then was full of contradictions and against my will I did many things that I am not proud of, like never happend on the past. In my absence, I found the world of Sosaria greatly changed, the language almost indistinguishibile, peoples speaking about new races and lands unknown before and the city of Haven changed dramatically being infested with undead; a new city called New Haven being erected on the west side of the Island. In this New Haven I spent the first years of my new life trying to regain my strength, my abilities, and most of all, my memories and mind agility, so greatly affected by whatever happend with me on the balroon plane. Here I find shelter in Hamato's house, a strange looking man claiming to come from a very distant land called Tokuno. The man was full of stories from his homeland, and my interest for that place grow steadily by the time passed. Also, the philosophy of the man had a great impact upon myself, finding his philosophical ideeas so close of my own thoughts, that many of them looked thinked by me. Here I discovered the ways of meditation and started to clean the mess on my mind bit by bit. However, as time passed and my introspection become deeper and clearer, I discovered that I can handle many things that normal peoples can't, and started to question myself how is that possibile. All peoples I know are either, mages, warriors, nobles, crafters and so on, but I found that I have abilities in many different fields, far beyond a simple human being can learn in a lifetime. Meditating about an ability or other was like I almost can "remember" how it is done. All questions rised by this strange things remained unanswered at the present.

Hmm, it can be from many causes, maybe a wrong firewall setting, maybe adnother program which damaged something in the win registry, or most likely something that we can't think of. Try uninstall the game once more and manually clean from registry all related UO entries (but with maximum caution to not destroy something else). If the problem can't be located and solved, and reinstalling the game have no effect, the only way I see is to "clean" reinstall the entire OS. Of course this will take a lot of time if you have many programs installed (that need to be reinstalled again) and many settings made. Hope to see you online again soon.

1600 stones

Sailing Race in new Haven ***************************************************** Hello, hello! In attention of all fishers, sailors, brothers pirates and any other sea dwellers who may think they can drive a fast boat; PGoH is proud to announce the opening of a great sail contest, a tour of New Haven island. The entrance fee will be of 5000 gold and the prizes are: - Place 1: 300.000 gp - Place 2: 200.000 gp - Place 3: 100.000 gp Two boats facing each other will mark the start and finish line, the competitors will have to sail around the island and after a full circle cross the finish line. If you think you have a fast boat and you want to prove your sailing skills, this contest is right for you. May you have favorabile winds in your sails. ******************************************************** Thom, if you decide is a good ideea please make any correction to the post and estabilish a date convenabile for everyone. If you will post it on Stratics, please insert here a link to that post.

I am very sad to hear that. I have no ideea what happend, but I sincerly hope you will overcome these problems. Even if something very very bad happend you don't have to change yourself in a bad way, just remember who you are and stay in the way all of us like you. With friendship.

I can't wait, do you think is a good ideea to write some books and spread them across the land? I know many peoples who never read forums (i do this myself not too often).

Very interesting, I am looking forward to it. One question though, do i have to be a fencer in order to participate?

We are waiting to see you back, 'till then have a good party there.

I agree the opinion of Sir Brightblade regarding UO Journal, i used this program of a long time and i found it very useful in many ways. For example if i have a long discution with certain ppls and i can't remember all what everyone says, i simply open journal (which is converted by UOJC to a web page) and read the conversation again. Or, i have to make a list of my goods for sale and instead to write by hand all stuff that my vendor have with them description, i simply click once every item, and all i have to do is to copy and paste the text from journal to my commercial text!

Me too

Thank you Fade Dragonhart, your honorable action will not be forget. I found your post much too late, from now you can keep my stuff, i don't need it anymore, but thank you for your help.