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UO Herald - Special Announcement

West Coast Shards Down


UPDATE 2/10/21

Just a heads up that it appears the issue causing the shards to crash has been correctly.  Thank you for your patience while we got this resolved.

UO Team



Greetings Everyone,

We are aware of the issue that we currently have with the West Coast Shards going down.  We are working with Amazon to resolve this issue and will keep you informed when we have any information.

Thank you for your patience!

Have a wonderful day,

UO Team



UO Herald - Special Announcement

Valentines Day Publish

Greetings all,

To support the Valentine’s Day gifts we will be releasing a client patch and server publish this morning.  Please make sure you check out your Event Moderator posting for the time and place you might be able participate in the events leading up to these gifts.  Gifts will become available beginning February 12,  2021. This year your gift will be given out depending on your karma, so choose your actions wisely!

UO Team



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Looking for a few Good Event Moderators

Greetings Everyone,
   I am looking to 3 creative friendly people that would like to join the Event Moderator team.  Please read the following and if you think this is an adventure you would like to join please contact me at  Please answer the following questions and I will contact you to set up an interview.
  1.  List of most played character names
  2. Shards you play on
  3. Age (must be 18 or over to submit an application)  (You will need to sign a contract)
  4. How long you have played UO.
  5. Why do you want to be an Event Moderator?
  6.  Few paragraphs to describe an event you would like to run.  Also give an example of a reward that goes with the event.
   If you are interested in joining the Event Moderator Team, I have a position open on the following shards:
   Please understand you will be unable to work and play on the same shard.
Thank you and I look forward to hearing from you,
Bonnie “Mesanna” Armstrong
UO Producer

UO Herald - Special Announcement

Data Base Maintenance

We know we told everyone the maintenance would be finished by 2 pm today but due to unforeseen issues we are having extend the completion of maintenance to 7 pm this evening.  We are so sorry for the inconvenience and thank you in advance for your patience.

UO Team


Greetings Everyone,

We are under going maintenance on the following data bases and should be completed by 2 pm ET today.

Account Center which means code redemption is not working.

Forums – Since the Account Center is down this will not be working properly.

If you are having issues with paging a GM please be patient with us during this maintenance.

Thank you for your patience and we will have these systems up and running as soon as possible.

UO Team





UO Herald - Special Announcement

Tears of the Ice Dragon



We are pleased to announce our next event, Tears of the Ice Dragon, will be live after each shard’s regularly scheduled maintenance beginning December 8, 2020 at 12:01 AM ET.  The points from this event will expire on January 15, 2021 at 11:59 ET.  For those brave enough to venture into the Ice Dungeon to slay the frozen creatures within will find great treasures to be had!

To accompany this event we are also happy to present, The Locket of Winter

By EM Malachi

Ages ago…

The winds screamed as they raced past the tall mountain peak. Even protected from the worst of it by magic, the climber felt the numb of deep winter. Still, Drogeni continued her climb.

At the top, the mage dropped her pack and removed what she needed for the ritual. Drogeni opened a delicate silver locket and placed it on the snow. It was the work of a decade’s research and a year’s enchantment.

Standing tall against the howling winds, Drogeni began to sing. The anthem was filled with magic, inviting the winter itself to dance. The winds shifted, and the frost started to collect into swirling shapes: wing, tooth, and scale. As Drogeni continued her song, the enchantment bound the winter into the form of two dragons.

In the final verse, the dragons took their first breath in this world and let out a howling cry. The mountains were filled with notes of rapture as the pair joined the mage’s song.

When the song finished, Drogeni closed the locket, and the dragons vanished. The ice dragons lived inside the bespelled world of the locket, protected from the springs and summers to come.


Years passed, and Drogeni reached the end of her life. A man she cared for had gone off seeking immortality, but that wasn’t for her. One life was enough. Her family were her dragons, and they had been fruitful during the many winters since she first opened the locket.

Withdrawing from the world, the mage moved into a cottage at the base of a glacier, so the dragon brood could always be free. Each year brought more hatchlings.

While her magic kept them alive, the dragons returned the favor. They brought her venison from their hunts and kept her cottage safe from wolves. Drogeni would collect the blood spilled by the nipping games of the young dragons to make salves for her arthritic limbs. The dragons’ songs would sing the old mage to sleep.

Still, even cared for and loved, one day, Drogeni closed the Locket of Winter for the last time.


The present winter…

Each night, the thief dreamt of losing all his ill-gotten wealth. Sometimes, a great chasm would open to swallow his treasure horde. Other nights, he was running through the snow, arms filled with coins, jewelry, and magic weapons, only to have the wind snatch all of them away. Purlonio could not allow this to happen.

The thief had burgled a mage with a reputation for collecting powerful artifacts, hoping one of them could protect his treasure. Purlonio moved his stash to the frozen caves north of Wrong prison. It was far from the city’s bustle and avoided by people like him.

The thief decided to start with the smallest of the stolen baubles and work his way up. Picking up a silver locket, Purlonio waved it in the air. When nothing happened, the thief pried it open with a knife.

There came a great cold and terrifying roar from the locket, and the thief threw it across the cavern. Frost and snow billowed from the silver trinket, and Purlonio could see monstrous forms in the chaos. The terrified thief fled.

The locket was open, and the winter was free.


UO Herald - Special Announcement

Forest of the Dark



We are pleased to announce that our next event, Forest of the Dark, is now live.  The champion spawn associated with this event will be live for the next 30 days, concluding on or about December 19, 2020.

To accompany the release of this event we also invite you to enjoy The Dark Monk,

by EM Malachi

I was lost in the forest.

My journey had been one disaster after another. I had lost most of my supplies fording an icy river. The string of my bow snapped trying to bring down the elk that would have been dinner. With the replacement strings at the bottom of the river, I could hunt nothing on the trek to the logging camp. If I was even going in the right direction…

It was nightfall at the end of the third hungry day when I saw the campfire. I was desperate, so I approached without caution, waving my empty hands to show I was unarmed. Seeing a lone druid in a dark robe, instead of a group of bandits, I thought my luck was changing. The stranger was startled to see me, nearly dropping the spoon with which he was stirring his dinner.

I asked for a place by the fire and any food he could spare. The druid nodded and took a simple wooden bowl from his bag, which he filled with stew from his cook pot. It was the best meal of my life.

No longer starving, I attempted to talk with the stranger. I managed to learn that his name was Ciaran and he was some sort of monk. While we sat by the fire, an owl landed near Ciaran, and he tossed it meat from his bowl. I found myself growing tired after the large meal, so the monk offered me a few pelts in which to wrap myself. I quickly fell asleep.

I awoke to find the monk kneeling next to me, binding my hands. When he noticed I was awake, Ciaran drew a sharp blade. “I’m sorry about this, but I don’t have a choice. We are all pawns of prophecy in the end.”

I managed to push the monk away and stand up, but his blade caught my side. Despite the pain, I ran. I fled though the cold night, tripping in the darkness and working to free my hands. Sometimes, through the trees, I would see an owl in the night sky above me.

At dawn, I found trail markers that passed close to a stream. More lost than I had been the day before, I had no choice but to follow the trail. It eventually led me to a logging camp. I almost let myself hope, until I noticed the lack of lumberjacks.

Before I could flee, I was knocked unconscious. I was shaken awake by a Meer in a dark robe. “Very good. You are awake. The Guide has led you here to us.”

Trying to stand, I looked up at a twisted tree, taller than a tower. The tree’s great roots were drinking from a pool of blood.


UO Herald - Lore

The Three


We are pleased to release the next piece in our Grim Moments fiction series, The Three

By EM Malachi

A page from the journal of Queen Helena of Rhiannon

Something is very wrong. My husband, the great and mighty Praecor Loth, rides into battle with the three I trust least in the world.

When the Magician Umbria came to court, I feared that he was a charlatan. Oh, if only that were so! In truth, he is a terrifyingly powerful necromancer. I have witnessed the dark arts he wields in his tower. One of his failures still skitters in the dungeon, begging for a death that can never come. When Umbria looks at me with those cold eyes of his, I know he is plotting something horrifying.

Then there is General Lethe. I wish she fought for us. She is one of the greatest warriors of the northern tribes, wild and untamed. It is said that during the Fyrna Rebellion, Lethe defeated a dozen armored knights herself. Her appointment as Rhiannon’s General was a peace offering, but her fealty is not with our country or our king. Lethe has sent my husband’s most loyal knights to the far corners of the world, far from the king they serve.

Finally, the assassin Morphius who killed my brother. I know this in my heart even if I have no proof. When my husband declared war, my brother, the Lord of Logris, suggested sending mages and scouts to understand the source of the invasion, but Logris was rebuffed by the Three. My dear brother instead chose to go on that desperate mission alone.

While Logris returned to his castle after completing the mission, he died that very night. They say it was exhaustion from the journey. However, a castle maid who liked to nibble the lord’s leftovers died that night as well. I searched my brother’s library after he died. There was a piece of black stone and an unfinished letter to the King that warned of a terrible door. What could be happening on the icy plains of Fyrna?

I suddenly feel so weary, an overpowering urge to sleep.


Dungeon Deceit, now

In the deepest crypt on Dagger Isle, three wraiths fed on the font of undeath. Their escape through the Black Gate had destroyed their physical forms and stolen much of their power.

When they were sated on corrupted mana, the Three set to work making bodies. Lethe pieced together the skeletons of fallen warriors, where rusting iron and bone had become one. Morphius chose putrid flesh and rot, forming organs from the most poisonous molds he could find. Umbria shaped the darkness and shadows of the dungeon into his vessel, making Deceit itself a phylactery.

When they were finished, Lethe tested a wicked axe she had found. “Now we rebuild our kingdom.”

Umbria replied, “Yes, midnight always arrives.”

Treasures of Deceit Fixes

Greetings all,

As of maintenance this morning all shards have the following fixes:

  1.  The items gained from the Treasures of Deceit NPC can now be placed on vendors to sell.
  2.  The issue that was found with Origin and Izumo has now been resolved.

Thank you,

UO Team


UO Herald - Lore

The Black Gate


We are pleased to present, The Black Gate

By EM Malachi

The Black Gate

The sky was a swirl of colors, as raw mana poured in from the other worlds in orbit around Sosaria’s sun. Eight columns focused the magic toward a massive slab of blackrock etched on the border with runes: the Black Gate.

The Fellowship forces fought with zeal and desperation. The Black Gate was everything Brother Batlin had promised, and failure meant death or imprisonment. The cult was not alone. Humanity had other enemies, brought here by the Fellowship’s influence.

Britannia’s forces were much smaller. The location was discovered at the last minute, and there was not enough time to send a larger force by ship. Mages, weakened by months of mana poisoning, had dragged themselves from their sick beds to move as many fighters as possible by magic.

Dupre wiped sweat from his brow and considered the situation. Ashfall from Fire Island’s volcanoes made the air hot and caustic. Skara rangers and Zhah’s gargoyles rained projectiles down on the enemy lines. A wall of plated paladins held against a rush of orcs. Arcanists and mystics dueled with elementals, the exchange of magical power forming a deadly dance.

A ninth blackrock column had crumbled when the battle began, but not before transforming the lying druid Batlin into a towering daemon. He was not invulnerable, but too many of Dupre’s forces had to focus on the Fellowship leader.

This chaos gave time for the doorway to open. As magic pooled like ink across the dark surface, it looked as though a great hand was reaching through.

Dupre looked behind him. A group of mages had brought an artifact to try to deal with the Black Gate, but they were trapped across the battlefield. He was the only one close enough. The paladin looked at the sword in his hand, a blackrock blade reforged by the daemon Arcadion. What choice did he have?

Dupre charged the gate, ignoring a pair of cultist guards whose spears pierced his side. The paladin struck the Black Gate with all the force his battle-weary body could muster. The sound of clashing blackrock magic drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield before the door across worlds exploded.

When the dust cleared, the Black Gate and Fellowship lines were broken. The son of Trinsic was simply gone.

Dupre was gone.