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Publish 106 Castle Contest Important Dates


Please take note of the following important dates for the Publish 106 Castle Contest

  • Contest Start Wednesday, August 14, 2019 1:39:29 PM GMT-04:00 DST
  • Round One Voting    Wednesday, August 28, 2019 1:46:09 PM GMT-04:00 DST
  • Round Two Voting    Wednesday, September 4, 2019 1:46:09 PM GMT-04:00 DST
  • Contest End    Saturday, September 7, 2019 1:46:09 PM GMT-04:00 DST

Forsaken Foes TC Release 1



We are pleased to announce the first Test Center release of Forsaken Foes will be available today after 4pm ET!  Forsaken Foes is the third in our High Seas themed content updates for the year and we are excited to bring you a host of new features including,

  • Aquarium Update with new craftable aquariums and over 50 new creatures to collect!
  • 22nd Anniversary Rewards
  • A New Commission Vendor
  • Numerous Quality of Life Updates & Bug Fixes!

This is only a small part of what’s to come in Forsaken Foes and we look forward to hearing your constructive feedback as we work through the public testing process.  Please be sure to check out the publish notes for the full list of updates, and participate on the UO Forum in the latest discussions.

We would also like to invite everyone to participate in a public test event beginning today and running through the weekend!  Hop on to TC1 and say hello!

Please be sure to patch up to the latest client before checking out any of the new content on TC1!

See you in Britannia,

UO Team


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An Honest Man


We invite you to sit back and enjoy, An Honest Man

By EM Malachi

An Honest Man

Katrina poured water on the wound and winced in pain. A large thorn had caught her arm when she was helping a sheep escape a briar tangle. There was one in every flock: independent and curious. As she wrapped her wound, the errant sheep nuzzled her leg, looking none the worse for wear.

She had joined the drive from Skara Brae to Britain so she would have an excuse to see her friend. Feridwyn’s early letters about the Fellowship had been excited and full of stories. Then they had gotten shorter and hinted at his doubts. His most recent letter was the most surprising of all: he was going to marry another member of the group. Katrina needed to know what was going on.


When she arrived in Britain and found the Fellowship Hall, she saw a large crowd gathered listening to a man giving a speech. When she didn’t see Feridwyn at the group, she asked someone about the Fellowship poorhouse. She was directed to the outskirts of Britain.

The poorhouse was crammed full of extra beds and supplies, but the occupants were at Batlin’s speech. As Katrina made her way through the narrow halls, she bumped into a large gargoyle. When she tried to apologize, he gave the shepherdess a nasty look and hurried to the exit. As she turned back, she saw the gargoyle had left a trail of blood. Katrina rushed down the hall.

Feridwyn’s small room had been turned over, and he was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Katrina shouted for help as she pulled cloth from her bag. She desperately tried to put pressure on the largest wound.

Feridwyn recognized her, grabbing her arm. “I doubted. I couldn’t let it be.”

“There will be time later. I need to help you.”

He was crying now. “It wasn’t what I wanted.”

Katrina again shouted for help, but she felt the hand on her arm let go. The dying man looked past her before muttering his last words, “Will I see them again?”

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Iolo Undercover


We invite you to sit back and enjoy, Iolo Undercover.

By EM Malachi

“You’re Iolo the Bard!”

“Not today I’m not. I’m just someone with a bowl of stew. Mind if I take this seat?” The bard sat down. “How are you doing today?”

Feridwyn examined the bard sitting across from him. An old cap covered shaggy white hair, and there was a warm smile behind the long beard. “I’m well. What brings you to the Fellowship?”

Iolo tentatively ate a small spoonful of the stew and looked pleasantly surprised. He set to work on the bowl. “I heard of the good work being done here and wanted to see it for myself.”

“What do you think so far?”

“I think I’m hungry. After a morning of stacking crates, I still have a lot of questions. The first being: Is this really the best way to help people?”

“Many have voiced doubts about our work, even a dear friend of mine, but trust is required.”

Iolo thought for a moment. “That reminds me of a story.”

There once was a farmer who bred and trained horses. One day, when he went into his stable, a voice said to him, “The nail holding the lantern is loose. One good gust, and it will fall.”

 The farmer didn’t see anyone, just his horses, but he went over to the lantern and checked. The piece of wood was rotten, and the nail fell right out when he pulled on it. “Thank you! The whole place could have burned down.”

 “You’re welcome!” said the strange voice.

 A few days later, the farmer was getting ready to repair the thatch on the stable roof. He had the ladder in place when the same voice said, “The ground is soft under one rail. It’ll sink as you climb, and you will fall.”

 Again, the farmer only saw a few of his horses in the corral, but he checked the ladder. One side was indeed sinking into the ground. “Thank you again! May I know your name?”

 “I have a couple of names, but all my friends call me Smith.”

 A couple of weeks later, the farmer was purchasing a new saddle from a traveling merchant in the village, when the voice warned him, “Don’t buy that saddle. The rigging isn’t attached very well.”

 The farmer checked the straps and didn’t see a problem, and the merchant assured him that no one had ever had a problem with one of his saddles. Since it was a very good deal, the farmer ignored the advice. “I think I know a thing or two about saddles.”

 The farmer put the new saddle on the horse and started the ride for home. Feeling good about his purchase, the farmer started to push his horse into a brisk gallop. As horse and rider turned the bend for home, the farmer saw the fence gate had somehow shut, and he decided to try to jump it. The horse under him had other ideas and instead turned off to the side. Just then the billet straps tore loose, and the rider tumbled off the horse into a puddle of soft mud.

 While the farmer was wiping the stinking mud from his face, the horse bent his head down. “I also know a thing or two about saddles. While you are putting on our old saddle, grab me a sugar cube.”

As Iolo finished his tale, Feridwyn laughed. “My little ones would have loved that story.” Feridwyn’s face darkened for a moment when he remembered. “I need to see about a food shipment to Ter Mur.”

Iolo patted the other man’s shoulder as Feridwyn got up to leave. “I know what you’re going through. It’s difficult. Let me know if you ever want to talk about it.”

Feridwyn gave a sad nod. “If you stick around, I’m sure we’ll share another meal. Good meeting you, Iolo.” He left.

Iolo wiped a crust of bread along the bottom of his empty bowl. “For a cult, they make a decent stew.”


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Happy Summer! A Special Gift For You!


Have you ever wanted to sit and relax by the gentle crackle of a bonfire?  Now you can!  Whether you are looking to roast some fish steaks or want to cook some ribs by the fire this bonfire is sure to please!

Visit the Britain Commons to claim yours today!

The dispensers are being built manually and we appreciate your patience as we place the dispenser on each shard.

See you in Britannia,

UO Team

UO Herald - Lore

Trust Thy Brother


We invite you to sit back and enjoy Trust Thy Brother,

By EM Malachi

The lamb looked at the shepherdess and gave a confused bleat. With the new smells, the small animal had grown shy. Katrina gently guided the lamb into the pen.  Feridwyn, the animal’s owner, had sold the rest of his flock, but he had wanted her to have this one. “Why Britain? Why can’t you do their work here?” she asked.

Feridwyn emptied the oats from his pockets and tossed them into the pen. “It’s where I’m needed. The poor of Britain and Paws are crowded together in that awful city, and the Fellowship goes where their help is needed.”

“There are poor people here too.”

“True, but the shepherds take care of our own. When those vultures came for the gold I owed last year, you paid them and prevented them from throwing me out of my home. That is what the Fellowship is trying to do on a larger scale.”

“Other groups perform charity. That isn’t new.”

“But they haven’t done enough! For too long, the powers in the gilded houses and castles have made promises, but those at the bottom have only gotten poorer.”

“You are giving up everything, your whole life here.”

“I already lost it. Lily and the twins. Ever since I lost them to the pox, there have been many times I didn’t think I could go on. When I met the Fellowship envoy, I was in the darkest place I had ever been. She talked me back from the edge.”

“I didn’t know things had gotten so bad. I would have helped.”

“I didn’t want help. I wanted a reason to go on. I needed a purpose again, beyond living another day. I believe in the Fellowship’s work. For the first time in so long, I feel hope.”


With the Pirate Guild wanting him dead, it cost Mole all his gold to bribe a sailor to let him stowaway in the ship’s hold. It was a week of worry and claustrophobia, followed by a month of sickness, alone in the dark. He arrived in Britain nearly dead.

Those unloading the ship found him when they moved the stacked crates that had been his cell. The sailors drew lots to see who would move him to a convenient alley. The docker with the short straw was surprised Mole was still alive. He helped the wretched stowaway get to the Fellowship House.

For a week, members of the Fellowship brought potions to his bedside and helped him eat. Mole soon regained enough strength to sit by the window and listen to Batlin speak to the people of Britain.

At the end of the week, they came to him with a job. They brought him to a warehouse where people from Paws and refugees from the pirate conflict were working for the Fellowship. A stern woman named Brita showed him how to wrap powder charges for a ship’s cannons. Mole didn’t let on that he had done it before.

Settling down to work, Mole looked at the child next to him who was counting out grapeshot pellets, and muttered, “Better than starving.”

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Forgotten Treasures Hotfixes



The following hotfixes will be deployed with each shard’s normal maintenance beginning June 29, 2019:

  • The Legendary Mapmaker’s Glasses will no longer spawn with bonuses over +5.
  • Existing Glasses with a bonus higher than +5 will be reverted to +5.
  • Lenses will provide bonus to Cartography Skill over 100, allowing a player to get up to 105 Cartography.
  • Resolved issue which could cause NPC ship crews and pirates to randomly disappear.
  • Enabled the ability to bid on Magincia Stalls.


UO Herald - Lore

Worthiness Precedes Reward

As we close out the chapter on Rising Tide, a new chapter begins with Forgotten Treasures.  We invite you to sit back and enjoy, Worthiness Precedes Reward.

By EM Malachi

The tavern smelled of fish guts and dry rot. The barkeep refilled the tumbler of the irate pirate lord, his sole patron. Hook was drunk and swearing when the man and woman entered. Both were finely dressed and had the shared features of siblings; the woman stood a few inches taller than her kin. Seeing them, Hook dropped a handful of doubloons on the counter and motioned for the bartender to scram.

Hook grabbed a bottle and filled two mugs, but the siblings declined. Hook shrugged and drank from one of the mugs. When Hook didn’t say anything, the man asked, “Why have you requested this meeting?”

“I need gold, lots of it. The Royal Navy is building ships faster than I can sink them.”

The man sat in a chair against the back wall. “So Britannia has the will to win the war you started?”

His sister sat on a stool on the other side of the pirate. “We have already given so much. What of the other allies we introduced you to?”

Hook replied, “I haven’t seen the gargoyle since the last job I sent him on, and our mutual friend Rankin is dead.”

The man’s face darkened, and he closed his eyes for a moment. “How did it happen?”

Hook shrugged. “His dark rituals versus an angry contingent of the Royal Guard, I think. I don’t know. I wasn’t there.”

The woman looked over to her brother. “I’m sorry. I know he was a dear friend. Do you need a moment outside?”

The man gave a sad smile. “I’ll be fine. At least Rankin died as he lived. If we could all be that lucky.”

Hook slammed down his mug in annoyance. “Can we get back to my problem? My fleets have suffered heavy losses. Some of my captains are in full revolt. Others just left in the night. Without resources, more will leave my side. Even the bloody orcs are grumbling.”

The man shook his head. “This is disappointing. You even admit you are not worthy of the trust we placed in you.”

Hook looked startled. “I thought we were here to discuss how you could help our mutual cause?”

The woman laughed. “Our causes were never the same. This was a test. We expected so much more, for you to earn your place in our leadership.”

The man pulled out a small crossbow and aimed it at Hook. “You must have known the price of failure, but you got greedy and expanded your war too far. Now your recklessness will be your end. We will do this without you.”

Hook slowly raised his hands, one still holding a liquor bottle. “We can discuss this.”

“There is nothing to discuss.”

“I guess there isn’t.” The pirate brought the bottle down hard on a lantern on the counter. There was a flash as the liquor ignited.

Dazzled by the sudden flames, the woman hurled her blades at Hook’s head, missing his eye, but slashing across his ear. Hook jumped over the bar as a bolt smashed into bottles behind it.

The woman drew more knives and walked behind the burning bar. “He’s gone.”

The man reloaded his crossbow and looked as well. There was an open hatch leading down to darkness. “Shall we follow?”

Motioning at the growing blaze, she shook her head. “No, these old crimp tunnels are a maze that run to every wharf and pier. I have no desire to be trapped underground for days. We will get someone else to kill him. Trust your sister.”

Forgotten Treasures – World Wide Release



We are pleased to announce that as of each shard’s normal maintenance beginning June 18th, 2019 Forgotten Treasures will be deployed world wide.

A few highlights in Forgotten Treasures include –

  • Forgotten Treasures – a mini-event that continues the story of the nefarious pirate called Hook and introduces a new organization to Britannia – the Fellowship!  Visit the in-game Town Cryer to learn more!
  • Treasure Hunting Update – we have revamped the treasure hunting experience and introduced new loot to treasure chests!
  • New MIB Salvage Loot – take to the High Seas and drop your line, fish up new salvage items including new paintings, ship artifacts, and more!
  • Update to Cleanup Britannia Turnins – now you can throw out more of that unwanted clutter and claim some points!
  • New Keeps from the Keep Design Contents!

You can read all about the latest changes in the Forgotten Treasures publish notes.

See you on the High Seas,

UO Team