Maskan Quarlani

I have been role playing for a long time now. The majority of that rping has taken place in one single area.. Ultima. I have experienced countless rping and non-rping guilds while I have played here. I have seen the best, the worst, and the strangest of role players. I have seen the best, the worst, and the very worst of pk-non-rping perps. Unfortunatley as of late I have notcied that some of the second group have started to leak into the first as of late. Not only in PGoH (though it has happened) but into guilds all over the place. Why? You may ask... well here is why. Over time many people have gotten tired of their old way fo play, whatever that may have been. Many have found the one last arena they have yet to try their hand at, and that is RPing. Some turn out ok, others bring their old bad habits with them. We have all witnessed this in the past few weeks. NOW. Some things to remember. PGoH, is a ROLE PLAYING GUILD. Yes it is very true we seem to be much more lenient on who we take in as new membership, this is good and bad. BUT despite that we MUST continue to roleplay our mission and our way of life. We stand for Honor, who here actually know what that bloody well means? Ok, yes, this is just a game, but the concept of HOnor is not just a fantasy concept. It effects us all in and out of game every day. WE MUST strive to be honorable and strong, in and out of game. Despite what many think the two realsm do effect each other. How you act in life pours into how you act in game. Now, on that issue. We must all remember and learn that things that happen OOC, your Character DOES NOT KNOW! Unless he directly experienced them as that character he has no freaking clue. If someone PK's one character of yours, geuss what... the other doesnt know! It wasn't him! If one character is told the meaning of life, and given ultimate knowledge, THE OTHER DOESNT KNOW! If God comes down frmo heaven and reveals to me all the secrets of the bloody universe, my friends dont know unless they are told too!!! This is common sense stuff, work with it! -- *sigh* I took a happy visit to Felluca the other day, to visit with some older RPing guilds that I have known for awhile. Mainly CA and the Undead, and the Orcs. Great folks, and generally great rpers. Unfortunatley alot of the good old guys have faded away. However, I ran into a very good old friend who has been in this game about aslong as Borg. Now, in the old days.. I knew his opinion of PGoH, and it was a good one. Despite the fact that he rp's an evil character Now, I asked him again.. and sadly he felt they had turned into a very perpish guild. Sad eh? SUre some of you are saying, "Who cares what other people think?" Well, I do! IN role playing it is essential that other people take you seriously especially those who would normally be interacting with you. If they dont respect you, they dont play with you! -- Now, there are plenty of solutions to these problems. Such as cutting out the cancer and moving on. We can teach the people who are a problem how to improve, which could maybe work. Or we can ignore the problem and let it grow.-- Main thing, WE RP in PGoH. DO NOT talk OOC unless in ICQ or Chat. Yes I know I have been guilty of it from time to time but now is the time to stop. All of this stuff is farly common sense. All role playing is, is acting out a unique character of your own. DOnt need thee's and thou's or any fantasy language, just ACT have fun, be your character in game! Create a peronsality for him or her and stick with it! -- Remember that in PGoH, we are a family!! I can not stress how very very important that is. We stick together... if we have a problem with another member of the family, we dont just go off on them, and whine about it. Calmly ask them what is going on, and to explain themselves, or find a peaceful way to work it out. Whining about it, or running to leadership ro someone else saying, he or she did this, and I want this to happen, or I'm gonna do this, is CHILDISH!!! STOP IT! Deal with your problems, and move on! We dont have time to play our game and enjoy this, and also deal with whining and complaining. PGoH has been around for a very long time and will continue to be. BUT! We must help it to do so. - Exercise control people, ok? Work together not against each other. hen you hurt one other member of this guild you hurt as all, and that can NOT BE TOLERATED! I dont care who lied to who or who did what, DEAL WITH it, and move on. You should be grown up enough, and car enough about the guild to do so. We all put alot fo time and effort into this guild, so take care of it. -- That is all I have to say for now, but I hope it atleast helps someone to wake up and see things as they are. Thank you. Strider/Maskan

Heya, I am in great need of as much lesser poison I can get my hands on to gain poisiong. Only have about 50 poisoning now, so gotta start with lessers. (tried my greaters and no gains) Also, if someone can throw together a bunch of daggers for me to practice poisoning on that would be great. let me know on here or ICQ, 9066880

If that is the case (though I just like the word Cohort) Here are some alternatives: Sage Guild Sage Circle Sages Lycaeum. Just ideas and possibilities no change as of yet. ntil I hear from Borg and the Senators.

Greetings. This Sunday after the meeting, I would like to hold my own little meeting of folks, to get together and plan a Role Playing Lesson. I have noticed that we seem to take on more and more new members, and many of them have little to NO RP knowledge. Not a horrible thing, because they can learn. However, some people need more than just our excellent example to learn. So, this Sunday I would like to after the guild meeting to get together and discuss the possibility of setting up RP Lessons for new members, where those of us who have been rping take turns each week holding lessons for the guild. We will begin with the basics of Role Playing nd grow from there as time goes on. Even perhaps as far as to teach the use of RP Languages such as Elvish Drow, Ekirh, Orc, etc.... I have a whole lesson plan for such things already worked out and typed up, because when I left UO for a year I joined and wa staff on a PLayer Run Private shard. It was my job as Lead Seer to run and create all storylines, rp's, quests, etc.. and enforce RP. I would like to use my experience to help the guild as a whole in strengthening our RP. So all you oldies meet me at Oly after the meeting to plan this. As I said I have a lesson plan that we can work with and edit to suit our needs, so am more than ready to help. --- Also it would be my goal to eventually make these classes a part of the job of the Sage Cohort , if and when it comes into being. (I gathered this idea from Ser who enthuisastically told me he liked my idea, and thought perhaps sages doing Seer like jobs would be a good idea.. so I give this half of the credit to Ser ) So come one, come all, for the betterment on the Empire! WOOHOO!

One Thousand years since his birth. A very long time, Strider thought... or would have in the past. Elwe, now simply Strider, was indeed a Strider. A Member of the Order of the Glowing Rift.. they who walk between time and space. Reaching out into endless realms.. seeking.. learning.. growing. Strider loved his work.. and his new brethren. The Master had become very ocuppied in the past hundred or so years. Humanity had grown again.... spreading out. Some realms had little human devlopment.. and others much. This was good, and bad. For the Humans posed a new experience... a new and unique way of thought and life un-seen in the past.. Yes... the One Thousandth year of his life.. Strider learned much. Visiting many realms, though always remembering them all.. lending a helping hand where he could... Time seemed to fly.. and indeed it did fly.. Between his very fingers and through his mind.. -- Two Thousand years of age he was now.. Humanity had now taken most of the known realms and realities.. And Strider, one of the last of his kind in these times.. was worried. About his One thousand five hundreth birthday, the humans and others awakened something that should have stayed asleep... the other half of the Master. The Guardian had come... and his minions were taking realms and realities of their own. Entire worlds engulfed by Undead or Orcs. However, it was that keyword... OR... that kept things safe. The Orcs and Undead hated each other as much as others hated them.. and though both creations of the Guardian, as long as they fought, Elven and Human kind would survive. --- AS time passed.. people passed.. The Master withdraw from physical existence, and Elwe was now the last Strider. He had served the Master for 2,700 years. His life extended by both his heritage and his training. He had become mainly a warrior, knowning but not always using Human magic. And was in his 2,700'th year that one single realm caught his eye.. this realm was Sosaria. - A mage named Mondain had brought forth vile power.. channeling forbidden ways... and he planned to gain all-mighty power... At first Strider laughed.. but he saw that thing.. that gem.. And so he began his journey.. crossing time and space.. headed on.. not to Sosaria but elsewhere... to The Abyss. There he arrived and sought The Master, and he did find both he and The Guardian. The Guardian gloated that he would take this human dominated realm, and finally best his brother. But the Master simply waited, watched. In seeing this Strider was concerned but would go on as his Master was doing. Then, he came... the Stranger.. he defeated Mondain, and cracked that gem.. and from it... from it arose great mystery. Now his senses developed by training sang in his head. New realms! New realities! He dove! Deeper, deeper, into the fabric of time and space, and strode forth into a new reality.. His new home.. In this new Sosaria... this new.. Britannia. In the shadows he watched... for nearly 300 years.. only watching, and waiting.. And then he came forth.. and began his new life... in a quaint city.. yet hauntingly similar to his first city, the city of his mother. This new City... Trinsic. And so it became his home, and he in the guise of a human, struck out in search of knowledge.. --- To Be Continued.

GOOD OL MOM!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!? HAHA! Well geuss what, not only was I "IN" BNG, I was Co-Founder!! It is me! Strider aka Thorin Oakshield, Deicon's best friend IRL. I thought you had left UO for good!! Gods we missed you when you left! The guild fell apart without you! WOOHOOO!! Wait till Deicon gets back from Afghanistan and I tell him I found you!! HAH! Your old friend, Strider/Thorin.

Borg and all, I have been playing UO for years now, hehe, I'm an oldie like the rest. I remember, 3 or 4 years ago, when I first really got into role playing, no matter where I went in Trinsic... I saw PGoH. The Bank, the Keg and Anchor. If it wasnt PGoH it was Tri and their Paladins. I played alongside PGoH and Tri and learned how to rp from just hanging out with them (it wanst until this year I finally JOINED PGoH). The sheer number of PGoH and the fact of the unity the showed, pulled me to get to know these people. Such people as Ser, Wolf, Balthazar, Borg, Gregg (who is now gone *sigh*) and so many others, inspired me to RP and to play. SOme of the greatest examples of the might of PGoH were during the battles against Juo'naur. At that time I was Strider (my main char) in a guild called the Ainur, *A*. Most of you knew me as Strider of the Alliance. ANd I remember the countless hours of fun I had dying alongside, rping alongside, complaining about Lady Eve alongside (hehe) PGoH. I am confident that we can return to the state I once saw and loved. Just watching you guys was worth it. Ahhhh., the many hours on the roof of the Trinsic Bank. SO! Let us bring back the old ways, fall in line, and have fun! Thank you again Borg for all your hard work and this great post. I look forward to my continued time with the Empire. Your friend, Maskan Quarlani, Legionnaire. PGoH Strider, Ancient Elder of Wind, Wnd. Frumprod, the Ekirh. Excavator. PGoH. Thorin Oakshield. (retired General of the Crimson Knights, and General for Crimson Alliance.)

You mentioned Good ol Mom. I have a random question for you... I knew a character once named Good ol Mom. Do you happen to remember a guild named BNG? Thanks, and sorry for the random question. hehe

Hi, Strider of Wind will be unable to attend the meeting but wants this issue brought up. It is a further and more complete form of his Sage Cohort proposal. Please make sure this link is at least mentioned this evening so that it is fresh on the minds of Senators, etc.. http://www.geocities.com/qiquowe/ Sage Cohort

I plan on having both a Paladin and Necro actually I'm greedy hehhe. My character Strider will be a Paladin. and one I have that I just started working on will be a good Necro. Figure that one out.

The miner from my house, Frumprod the EKirh, has deposited 655 iron ingots in the port authority for you Thiork.

Just so you know Elathiel, WInd's offer to use the tower and the land around stands for any future event. Just provide notice ahead of time so I can let the home owner know Take care, and much luck with the contest!!!

*Dark, foul nightmares. Every night, plaguing his mind. Maskan awoke.... though.. more annoyed than afraid. He knew that he could deal with these memories. For they were indeed memories... Oh yes.. not real dreams.... but real memories.* "Ussa memories are very strong little abbil(friend), usstan do naut think they will go away so easily." Maskan spoke. "Meeb unastan meesta Maskan! Meeb nuu dat dem muds be scerii tots yoob hab. Bud memba, yoob hab noo hohm! Leesd yoob hab un. Meeb nod hab un since da resd ub da Ekirhs lefd da realm. Id berii sad Maskan." the little creature spoke to his friend Maskan. This little abbil, little friend, was Frumprod. An Ekirh. One of the few and last of his race left in this realm. A small lizard like people, the Ekirhs had come from the realm known as Pagan, a place the Avatar himself had once been banished too by the Evil Guardian. As their home land fell appart, the Ekirhs fled through vast dimensional portals, created by their Lord Pyros. God and Titan of Fire. The portals sent them to a vast number of realms. One such realm, Sosaria. The Ekirhs had spent some time growing and spreading in Sosaria, our home. Until recently they had done quite well, but with the vast changes it had come time for most of them to move on, leaving some behind. Frumprod was a Fliz'tak Ekirh. A Mountain Ekirh. He was deep in the mines and caves digging while his people departed, coming to the surface to find most of his race gone. His few friends left included Maskan.. one of the few kind Drow he had ever met. ---- Maskan pasued with thought. Here was his friend.. lost without a home other than the mines... in need of a new place. Maskan knew the EMpire could always use Miners and such... "Abbil.... Frumprod... why dont you come to the Empire? Dosta friend Gorion once served them and dos did like Gorion, Xas?" Frumprood blinked-- more than usual-- he hadnt thought of that! "Ya ya! Guud! Empire! Dat sowns guud tuu meeb! Will dem tahk meeb doh?" "Usstan certainly think so kind friend, usstan certainly think so. Go to lil Empire and seek out friends, tell them usstan sent dos." And so it was done, little Frumprod, one of the few Ekirhs left, would go to the EMpire and seek refuge.. and.. of course... A place... To mine! "Meeb gun deeg deeg deeg fer da Ehmpyr!! YA YA! DEEG DEEG! DEEG FER 'AWNER!!!.... YA YA!"

Maskan sat upon the back of his new companion, Vlos, a kindly swamp dragon friend. The two of them, sat upon Maskan's ship, sailing out in the sea's, beyond the reach of any.. well most any.. At that.. the West Wind blew over them.. Strange thing was... it felt like the west wind... smelled like the west wind... but it came from the East... he looked, he saw Skara Brae.. he saw the tree's.. And then.. "Vendui' Strider!" "Danellosi Maskan, vys are getting better at catching amin arrival." The old man smiled, and patted his young student on the shoulder. "Usstan try Jabbuk, usstan try" he said, using the term for Master. "How uil Wind?" "Wind is wind dear child. Doing as it always has and will. But tell amin, how is the Empire?" Maskan smiled. The Empire. HIs new home. "Bwael Jabbuk, bwael. Dos were correst, usstan was waela to doubt dos. The way of Honor suits ussta. And nin, usstan have a chance to join a navy, and sail lil seas. Usstan shall test in the Codex soon." "A! Excellent child. Vys should be well prepared. Amin did teach vys much of it, vys shall succeed." "Usstan hope so Jabbuk, usstan hope so." And with that, a smile and a wink, and the words "HOME!" Strider was gone. And Maskan sailed on.

The City of Wind. A place of mystery and magic. Only those well versed in the arcane may enter the realm of this sacred city. The citizens of Wind are a strange and powerful people. For ages we the citizens of WInd have reamined within our own realm, not being a part of Britannia, but a rare and seperate nation. Always with our own leaders, and ways. Balance is our virtue, and knowledge our goal. We seek out others within all realms, to give and share knowledge to spread the Balance, and our ways. Our city, a prime example of our power, was formed by Magic alone. The streets, the buildings, all of, by sheer magic force. We are a neutral, peaceful people. I myself Strider of Wind, have ben Emmissary to various peoples, including the Cities of Necropolis and Satamarin, to the Undead and their allies. I served The Alliance, a group which fought against Minax during the wars on the original Facet of our world. I fought side by side many other barve souls, in Trinsic during the assault by Juo'naur. Many people have I served, and now I serve the city of Wind. From Wind I come to you, offering an exchange of knowledge. A "friendship" with Wind, is a unique situation, and an even more unique situation has been devised by myself and Emmissary Thiork of your own Empire. To further continue the teachings of Wind to spread, learn, teach, find, all possible knowledge, arcane and otherwise, we have developed a friendship plan which will benefit all. That plan is the creation of a new Cohort, the Sage Cohort. I shall personally attend your guild meeting this eve, to further explain it all, along with the aid of Thiork. I ask that any Senator who can, or even if Lord Borg, Emperor can, please come. I offer you Blessings and Peace from Wind and our Cheif Magistrate and Leader Arkaana Kohl. May the Balance guide and protect, Strength and Honor be with you.

ANother title you may wish to consider.. Legate of Spies/Intelligence. Just an idea...

I'll be honest when I say I've already got my eye on the PGoH Navy. And I believe the Navy and Espionage should and could work very cloesly together. So, yes I am more than willing to help, and am looking into maybe putting most if not all of my characters into the empire. I have played with PGoH for 3 years as a friend, and now that I have actually joined I really like it. Any help my experience gained from the last 3 years of playing with a large variety of large RP guilds can offer you, I will give.

Having previously been a GM for CA, a member of their various allies, and associated and interacted with all of them. CA:p) Anyways, any help you need I am full of such knowledge and even know most if not all of their languages. PLayer of Maskan.

Thanks Ser, that makes much more sense

Howling, shrieking, dark foul laughter. All these sounds fill the air, the deep caves.. of the Drow nursery. Children taught from birth to compete, to survive, to hate. They ways of their dark goddess demand it. Kin and stranger alike, killing as children. If one child was stronger, perhaps he would come out alive, he would kill those other young ones who dared be weaker... or perhaps not.. The silent ones, the weaker looking children, waited... they had played for days in the darker parts of the nursery.. watching that foul brat, who dare think he was the best. Strength of body was nothign to these babies. Yes, babies, but 10 elven years old.... nothing to drow and elves. They had a surprise for this strong one and those like him, they had learned early the ways of poison.. they would poison the foul brat, and laugh at him. He was not alone... he had a brother.. if that word is to be used by Drow. He had Maskan.. not as strong, not as openly known by the others. But Maskan watched his brother. Not like the others watched their siblings, waiting for them to die. No, a rare traight bred through into Maskan. Loyalty. That was Maskan's weapon against the children in the shadows. That was how he would crush them. They would not expect loyalty... especially not to ones own blood kin. The day came when they struck at the strongest... Their poisons flyign with dart, and hidden dagger.. They cried out with glee.. and then... They screamed in anger.. Their poisons useless.. The strongest had the antidote.. BUT HOW!? HOW!? They howled.. and the shadows... Maskan watched.. not pleased by the horrors to come, but pleased that those who dared harm his kin.. would fall. --- One Hundred and Thiry years. That is the age of maturity for elven kind. Maskan's day of entrance into aduklt hood came. Now he would begin the tests. Those horrid tests that would mak him a servant of his people.. a servant of the Spider Goddess, Lloth. He pass each one of the begging tests.. not failing, not even stumbling. The priestess watched with glee.. a new and quick toy was being formed before their eyes. The males wathced with jealousy. Their position as "toy" to their women was threatened. Maskan cared not for any of them. He knew only to survive. His older brother had failed the tests. The dark wrath of Lloth took hold of his brother and transformed him into a vile being.. a Drider. Half spider, half drow, but neither. Cast out and accursed by all drow and all spiders. This would not be Maskan's fate. He would survive. And in the depths of dreams... he knew.. he would get out of this place..... --- In his early days.. he had passed each test.. up to the very last treacherous, vile test. Tested by betrayal, and hate, and death, and poison. Tested with the ways of commanding forces, and cheating your enemies and allies alike... He cared not. He held his blade close, his bag of antidotes and poisons closer. His current Mistress, who watched and ruled him closely... but not close enough, sought him to be a love toy. This would lower him in rank, and degarde him.. most of all.. it would kill him. He refused.... --- His next Master, this time a Master not a MIstress, treated him aswell if not slightly better than most Drow would. Trained him... taught him. But then felt threatened by him... Again.. Maskan refused to die.. -- His third.. and last Mistress.. a Priestess... apprentice to the High Priestess herself. A foul woman... dark, hateful.. devious. Even with her... Maskan could not be content. He had finally had enough, and atlast... Refused to die. -- The cold winds blew at the exit to the Under Dark... realm of the Drow. The bright light know to him as white death... the sun.. shoen into the exit. He stepped forth quickly, pulling his coif tight of him to keep light out. He fled into the forest.. the cursed place.. but.. notso cursed.. foriegn... threatening.. He took to the sea.. using what gold he had to purchase small craft of his own.. he knew his people would not come to sea to find him.. he stayed out at sea.. for ages it seemed. Learning the ways of his new mistress.. harsh yet strong.. without hate or love, simply being. The sea had him.. and he had the sea.. atlast something good. He returned to land.. often.. to get supplies. But this time was different, he fled from a horde.. a horde of elementals and serpents. His people indeed would not come to him at sea.. but they would send others.. He fled to land, and fled as he did long ago, into the forest... He had been lied to it seemed.. told the trees them selves would kill him for just being Drow.That fair skinned elves would fall upon him an... And then it happened... He saw an elf.. what he thoguht to be an elf.. This strange man came at him with great speed.. and .. tackedl him to the ground. Before Maskan could react they were kidden, hidden in the under brush, the elf's gloved hand covering Maskan's mouth. A rustling came from in the forest, and then out with screams and howls... the Drow hunting party. Giant Spiders and enslaved Drider.. sought him out, coming closer and closer.. and then.. he and the stranged glowed bright blue... and vanished from that spot. --- Years had past since he had met Strider. Only half-elven he claimed.. though what the other half was, Maskan wasnt sure.. a faery perhaps.. something strange and powerful. Strider was old, and wise. He guided Maskan, gave him a refuge in the Mountains of Wind. Taught him well. Years passed. Maskan now one hundred and forty five. Strider told him the time had come for a new.. stronger, and permenant home. Strider spoke to him of an Empire.. dedicated to the concept of Honor. A place that would shelter him, train him, give him life. Maskan looked forward to it. Prepared himself, gathered his few things aboard his ship, and set sail from a port near Yew. Atlast he landed... upon the shores of the Empire... atlast he had come... To his home... To real family.. a strange yet almost comforting concept... Maskan has much to learn... but shall indeed do it... And do it with... Honor. For even as a child of the blood that burns... he now sets out on the path of freedom... perhaps to one day be free from the ways of horror... The of.. The Blood that Burns. And well on his way on the path of Honor.

Ok, on a third thought Would my being an Edhel Legionnaire, or something of that nature interfeer with my plans to possibly join the navy at some point in the future?

on second thought.. nevermind.. I have other plans for Maskan, just keep it as Legionnaire. sorry for confusion

or Edhel Legionnaire as it is on the elf page? or something perhaps new and different since I am a Drow, unlike elves of the past... Perhaps a whole new section hehehe Just ideas

Ser or Borg, or whomever can answer this. I was thinking and reading over the Elf page... Since I am Drow and therefore technically an elf, is it possible my title could be changed to Elf Legionnaire? Thank you, Maskan.