Legends Maintenance at 1 pm today
Good afternoon,
We have to do an emergency maintenance on Legends at 1pm ET today. The shard will be down for approx. an hour. We are sorry for the inconvience.
UO Team
A New Shard for a New Legacy
Good afternoon,
We have to do an emergency maintenance on Legends at 1pm ET today. The shard will be down for approx. an hour. We are sorry for the inconvience.
UO Team
Greetings Everyone,
We would like to let everyone know that “Return to Britannia” will be turned on next week, we apologize for the delay, however due to a delay in our marketing mailers we have had to delay the start of the Return to Britannia promotion.
During “Return to Britannia” we will be setting up some Guild Recruiting Stations. For any guilds that wish to participate in welcoming new and returning players to the game please visit New Haven and Luna during Return to Britannia.
We would also like to announce the release of the MyUO on our website. During this initial beta phase of its release you will be able to do simple character and guild searches. In the next phase we will be adding paperdoll art and addressing any bugs found during the beta release. You can try it out at search.uo.com
This morning we are also putting out a mandatory client patch for an art update. You will need to patch to log in to the game.
Finally, don’t forget tonight is our big event on TC1 starting at 7pm ET! Character copy over and come visit with Richard “Lord British” Garriot and Starr “King Blackthorn” Long as they help us celebrate 17 years of Ultima Online.
We want to wish everyone a Happy UO Anniversary and thank you all for the continued support over these past 17 years.
-UO Team
Trade Ministers will now offer players the ability to deliver goods between cities in exchange for a variety of rewards!
All magical items (weapons, armor, and jewelry) will now spawn with properties generated via new loot property generation. These include items found,
We have added several new Cleanup Britannia Rewards to the Cleanup Officers including the following:
We have also added many items to the Cleanup Britannia turn in list including the following:
Increased the number of uses on each Cleanup Britannia slayer instruments from 250 use to 450 uses.
Players will no longer receive turn in points for ephemeral items.
Players will now be able to combine similar Tokuno style pigments up to a maximum of 50 uses by double clicking the first pigment and then targeting the second pigment to combine them.
All players at least 30 days old who log in between September 1 2014 at 12:00 AM ET and October 15 2014 at 11:59 PM ET will receive the following,
NOTE: Older custom UIs will no longer function.
Greetings Everyone,
I would like to introduce to you our new addition to the game, Advisors! You will be able to identify these players on your shards when you see them because they will be dressed like this:
If an Advisor is logged in you will be able to open your paperdoll and click on the help button, at the top you should see Contact an Advisor, click on this and write up the issue you wish the Advisor to help you with. Please keep in mind Advisors are NOT GM’s they do not have the powers to help you like a GM does. Advisors can move monsters that spawn out of reach, move corpses that die in out of reach locations, help new and returning players with information about the game that they don’t know or might have forgotten, and direct players to information sites that might be helpful. If an Advisor gets a call that she/he can’t handle they will forward it to a GM to keep the player from having to place two pages.
So please join us and welcome this team of players we have given the title of Advisor, make sure you speak to them when you see them on your shard and please be kind to them.
Thank you everyone for all your help with Publish 86 which will start hitting all the shards tomorrow during normal maintenance cycles.
UO Team
We are publishing Publish 86 to Origin and Izumo today. We have already given a 30 minute server shut down warning. Below are the additional changes we have made since we published TC1.
Fixed issue where the altar tracking arrow could get stuck.
Added durability & antique VvV artifacts, epaulettes and robes.
Players who place, their guild mates, and allies will always be able to passively detect traps regardless of detecting hidden skill.
The sigil can no longer be put in the bank.
Increased the insurance rate for VvV equipment to 2,000gp.
The first time a player joins VvV they will receive 2,000 silver points. Each successive time a player joins their silver points will be set to 500.
It is possible you may experience two cliloc errors when attempting to place the VvV sigil into a bank or when trying to access the VvV Silver Trader without ever having been a VvV player.
Author EM Drosselmeyer
The King frowned from his seat, staring at the chess table as Sir Dupre spoke to him. He idly moved a single piece back and forth. The table was clearly set mid match, and he always moved the piece between the same two spots…a legal move, but with no opponent to make the next one.
“It would seem that the Council of Mages has dissolved…after Anon’s vanishing, those few who remained quickly fell to infighting. A few of them have sought entrance into the True Britannians, but I am unsure if they are disciplined enough to fight alongside my troops in a way that will…”
“Sir Dupre, what do you make of the rumors that Anon has defected?”
Sir Dupre shook his head. “The man may have been mad, but he fought for Britannia all this time. I make it the ravings of a madman.” Dupre’s words were strong…but his voice lacked conviction.
“Perhaps we have lost one of the strongest mages remaining in this land to a well-orchestrated attack…or maybe our greatest enemy has converted him to her cause. I am not sure which I would rather believe; Minax being powerful enough to have outright destroyed him, or Anon being bitter enough to have gone over to the other side.”
Sir Dupre stood in silence for a long moment, fingering the pommel of the black longsword at his waist, searching for the words to reassure his regent or even himself. They were nowhere to be found.
“I have been called many things by those who I am doing my best to serve rightfully as their King, Sir Dupre. I have been called a tyrant…usurper…traitor…and many state openly that they believe me to be evil. And yet…” He sighed at length, standing from the table and moving out to the balcony, leaving it behind him. He did not finish the thought, and Sir Dupre was too prudent to pry further.
Dim moonlight peeked through the clouds upon the beleaguered king as he stared out over the moat, and Dupre’s voice broke the silence once more. “My liege, even I doubted you at first…but in time they will see. And even if they do not, Honor is its own reward. We have done our best to do what is right, and we know that even if no others do.”
“Dupre…we will need to have a call to arms. I know that your soldiers are strong, well trained, and a capable unit…but if Minax is powerful enough to defeat Anon herself, or worse if he has joined her…I do not believe even you and they can fight them and win. We will have to…find another way.”
Dupre nodded and bowed his head slightly. “Then I shall inform them at once.” Dupre left through the doors of the castle and King Blackthorn stood in the light for a long moment, the full moon revealing itself as the clouds passed by. The gentle moonlight illuminated him fully, his cloak rustling ever so slightly in the soft breeze. The light gleamed off of his crown and armor, and the obsidian chest that lay just inside the balcony’s opening. He was not quite sure how long he had been there before he heard footsteps, ignoring Heckles’ approach.
It was the soft clack of a chess piece being moved on a board that drew him from his thoughts with a bit of irritation. “Heckles, I am not in the mood for your taunts and jests…and you know that I want nobody to touch that board, not until…”
Softly and with a chuckle a rich voice echoed inside as Blackthorn’s words faltered, staring at the seeming apparition before him. “Before a friend could return to take their move on the board that was still waiting for your own when you appeared?”
Blackthorn stood motionless for a long time, staring at the broad smile along the other man’s face, before they both stepped towards each other and embraced tightly, pulling apart a moment later with identically broad grins. “I suppose it was only fair that when I returned after you had thought me lost that I should be under the impression you would never return to these lands…Cantabrigian.”
Lord British’s grin burst into a chuckle. “You should know it best yourself…in Sosaria, an infinite number of things are possible.”
Read the exciting conclusion and join us for a live, in-game event on TC1 September 25th 2014 at 7pm ET! Meet Richard “Lord British” Garriot and Starr “King Blackthorn” Long at Castle Blackthorn to celebrate Ultima Online’s 17th Anniversary!
TC 1 Updates
We have made the following updates to TC1. We have also put a clean backup on TC1. You may experience cliloc errors until the final client is released. Please send us your feedback or any bugs you may encounter.
Author EM Drosselmeyer
The King frowned from his seat, staring at the chess table as Sir Dupre spoke to him. He idly moved a single piece back and forth. The table was clearly set mid match, and he always moved the piece between the same two spots…a legal move, but with no opponent to make the next one.
“It would seem that the Council of Mages has dissolved…after Anon’s vanishing, those few who remained quickly fell to infighting. A few of them have sought entrance into the True Britannians, but I am unsure if they are disciplined enough to fight alongside my troops in a way that will…”
“Sir Dupre, what do you make of the rumors that Anon has defected?”
Sir Dupre shook his head. “The man may have been mad, but he fought for Britannia all this time. I make it the ravings of a madman.” Dupre’s words were strong…but his voice lacked conviction.
“Perhaps we have lost one of the strongest mages remaining in this land to a well-orchestrated attack…or maybe our greatest enemy has converted him to her cause. I am not sure which I would rather believe; Minax being powerful enough to have outright destroyed him, or Anon being bitter enough to have gone over to the other side.”
Sir Dupre stood in silence for a long moment, fingering the pommel of the black longsword at his waist, searching for the words to reassure his regent or even himself. They were nowhere to be found.
“I have been called many things by those who I am doing my best to serve rightfully as their King, Sir Dupre. I have been called a tyrant…usurper…traitor…and many state openly that they believe me to be evil. And yet…” He sighed at length, standing from the table and moving out to the balcony, leaving it behind him. He did not finish the thought, and Sir Dupre was too prudent to pry further.
Dim moonlight peeked through the clouds upon the beleaguered king as he stared out over the moat, and Dupre’s voice broke the silence once more. “My liege, even I doubted you at first…but in time they will see. And even if they do not, Honor is its own reward. We have done our best to do what is right, and we know that even if no others do.”
“Dupre…we will need to have a call to arms. I know that your soldiers are strong, well trained, and a capable unit…but if Minax is powerful enough to defeat Anon herself, or worse if he has joined her…I do not believe even you and they can fight them and win. We will have to…find another way.”
Dupre nodded and bowed his head slightly. “Then I shall inform them at once.” Dupre left through the doors of the castle and King Blackthorn stood in the light for a long moment, the full moon revealing itself as the clouds passed by. The gentle moonlight illuminated him fully, his cloak rustling ever so slightly in the soft breeze. The light gleamed off of his crown and armor, and the obsidian chest that lay just inside the balcony’s opening. He was not quite sure how long he had been there before he heard footsteps, ignoring Heckles’ approach.
It was the soft clack of a chess piece being moved on a board that drew him from his thoughts with a bit of irritation. “Heckles, I am not in the mood for your taunts and jests…and you know that I want nobody to touch that board, not until…”
Softly and with a chuckle a rich voice echoed inside as Blackthorn’s words faltered, staring at the seeming apparition before him. “Before a friend could return to take their move on the board that was still waiting for your own when you appeared?”
Blackthorn stood motionless for a long time, staring at the broad smile along the other man’s face, before they both stepped towards each other and embraced tightly, pulling apart a moment later with identically broad grins. “I suppose it was only fair that when I returned after you had thought me lost that I should be under the impression you would never return to these lands…Cantabrigian.”
Lord British’s grin burst into a chuckle. “You should know it best yourself…in Sosaria, an infinite number of things are possible.”
Read the exciting conclusion and join us for a live, in-game event on TC1 September 25th 2014 at 7pm ET! Meet Richard “Lord British” Garriot and Starr “King Blackthorn” Long at Castle Blackthorn to celebrate Ultima Online’s 17th Anniversary!
Author EM Drosselmeyer
The underground tunnel rocked from another explosion, dust and pebbles shaking free from the roof at the fury of his assault. The woman merely sat in her stone chair and waited, listening as she could hear the fighting between a few of her minions and a man she knew outmatched them. As he got closer she could hear his frantic, furious tones as he cast spells far more potently than expected, and for a moment she worried he might collapse the entire complex in his eagerness. “Miiiiinaaaax!”
He was getting closer, and it brought a devilish grin to her lips. The doors were flung open as a bolt of pure energy smashed into them, ripping them from the hinges and she smiled, holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Bravo, Grand Councilor…you have found me.”
“It is time to put an end to this, Minax…to show everyone once and for all that I am the one who should be seen as the strongest sorceror alive!”
“Oh, is it? Well I am sure you know what you are doing then. After all, you did catch me…even if it was your King who did all the heavy lifting for you. I guess they will be happy that one of his pawns came on his orders and caught me…no doubt using his plans and resources…”
Anon’s hands dropped almost imperceptibly as she spoke, but still crackled with magical energy. “What are you blathering about?! I am here, not Blackthorn! Not Dupre!”
Minax spread her hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Oh, yes, but of course…it seems my people have removed all your little councilors and witnesses. And when you do bring me in for a trial, you will have to hand me over to the king…alone, even the might of your Council of Mages cannot defy all the King’s horses and all the King’s men. You will know that it was you…but everyone else will see King Blackthorn as the one who has ended the threat of the Enchantress.”
Anon trembled with fury, and he let loose a sudden fireball that burst from his hands, flying towards Minax…and just over one of her shoulders, trailing heat past her face. “Silence! I will not stand for your lies!”
Minax now let a smile play over her lips. She noticed Shanty slipping into the room, that enchanted cutlass glittering in his hand, but gave a slight shake of her head to him. “What reason would I have to lie? Think for a moment Grand Councilor. You are smarter than they…but who will people believe? The King who saved the gargoyles and their cities…or the mage who has abandoned their task for the realm and plays host to Dupre’s mockery?”
The entire room trembled in his fury as he shouted wordlessly, a burst of unfocused magical energy pushing everything slightly away from him, and Minax quickly continued. “You do not have to let it be that way Anon! Not everyone is a fool. Not everyone thinks as they…and not everyone is out to help them. You could…do better for yourself, Grand Councilor.”
Minax went silent then, her eyes flicking over to Shanty for a moment…knowing that with as volatile as Anon was that this might very well end in a fight no matter what she said. Grand Councilor Anon clenched his left hand into a fist and seemed to be torn. Minax’s voice once more broke the tension. “I ran from you in Vesper because I recognized your power, Anon. I know what you are capable of, and I respect it…and I respect you. And we can force the others to as well. They would not come to your request before…so why bother continuing to help?”
Anon ran his gaze up and down her, and finally his arms relaxed, his hands coming down, only for him to suddenly appear next to her. “Just know, Minax, that if this is a trick of yours, I will bring your world crashing down around you. I am the one who has survived when the others perished…there is a reason for it.” A moment later he vanished from the room, and Minax looked to Shanty…and the two of them both grinned to the other.
“The enemy of my enemy…”
Greetings Everyone,
Due to the fact some last minutes changes were made to Vice vs Virture from player feedback we will not be able to publish to Origin and Izumo today. Since we do not publish on Fridays we will be manually publishing this on Monday afternoon.
Sorry for the delay but we wanted to make sure we got all your feedback in before we put them out to the public. This does not change our targetted release date of September 24th.
UO Team
Author EM Drosselmeyer
The underground tunnel rocked from another explosion, dust and pebbles shaking free from the roof at the fury of his assault. The woman merely sat in her stone chair and waited, listening as she could hear the fighting between a few of her minions and a man she knew outmatched them. As he got closer she could hear his frantic, furious tones as he cast spells far more potently than expected, and for a moment she worried he might collapse the entire complex in his eagerness. “Miiiiinaaaax!”
He was getting closer, and it brought a devilish grin to her lips. The doors were flung open as a bolt of pure energy smashed into them, ripping them from the hinges and she smiled, holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Bravo, Grand Councilor…you have found me.”
“It is time to put an end to this, Minax…to show everyone once and for all that I am the one who should be seen as the strongest sorceror alive!”
“Oh, is it? Well I am sure you know what you are doing then. After all, you did catch me…even if it was your King who did all the heavy lifting for you. I guess they will be happy that one of his pawns came on his orders and caught me…no doubt using his plans and resources…”
Anon’s hands dropped almost imperceptibly as she spoke, but still crackled with magical energy. “What are you blathering about?! I am here, not Blackthorn! Not Dupre!”
Minax spread her hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Oh, yes, but of course…it seems my people have removed all your little councilors and witnesses. And when you do bring me in for a trial, you will have to hand me over to the king…alone, even the might of your Council of Mages cannot defy all the King’s horses and all the King’s men. You will know that it was you…but everyone else will see King Blackthorn as the one who has ended the threat of the Enchantress.”
Anon trembled with fury, and he let loose a sudden fireball that burst from his hands, flying towards Minax…and just over one of her shoulders, trailing heat past her face. “Silence! I will not stand for your lies!”
Minax now let a smile play over her lips. She noticed Shanty slipping into the room, that enchanted cutlass glittering in his hand, but gave a slight shake of her head to him. “What reason would I have to lie? Think for a moment Grand Councilor. You are smarter than they…but who will people believe? The King who saved the gargoyles and their cities…or the mage who has abandoned their task for the realm and plays host to Dupre’s mockery?”
The entire room trembled in his fury as he shouted wordlessly, a burst of unfocused magical energy pushing everything slightly away from him, and Minax quickly continued. “You do not have to let it be that way Anon! Not everyone is a fool. Not everyone thinks as they…and not everyone is out to help them. You could…do better for yourself, Grand Councilor.”
Minax went silent then, her eyes flicking over to Shanty for a moment…knowing that with as volatile as Anon was that this might very well end in a fight no matter what she said. Grand Councilor Anon clenched his left hand into a fist and seemed to be torn. Minax’s voice once more broke the tension. “I ran from you in Vesper because I recognized your power, Anon. I know what you are capable of, and I respect it…and I respect you. And we can force the others to as well. They would not come to your request before…so why bother continuing to help?”
Anon ran his gaze up and down her, and finally his arms relaxed, his hands coming down, only for him to suddenly appear next to her. “Just know, Minax, that if this is a trick of yours, I will bring your world crashing down around you. I am the one who has survived when the others perished…there is a reason for it.” A moment later he vanished from the room, and Minax looked to Shanty…and the two of them both grinned to the other.
“The enemy of my enemy…”