New Horizons Tavern

The wanderer twitches, almost a violent shudder, then collects himself and snorts. "Bah! You young people. No imagination. Metal-work. Ha-rmph." He pokes at the chain tunic. The alcohol has mostly evaporated, leaving only the residue behind. "This is an ancient magic. Before the eight...

The old man looks up quickly. A myriad of expressions cross his face with inhuman speed: a shrewd glance, complete confusion, rage, pleasure at seeing a known face, cold calculation, befuddlement. His countenance settles on a smile with a conspiratorial cast to it. This is a man with secrets to shar...

[Feel free to jump in. Timeline thoroughly dis-connected with in-game events, to keep things here simple. As always with this feller, there may or may not be a point. Smart money is betting on the latter, but you can't win if you don't play...] An old, old man clad in undyed clothing hobbles in to t...

MST. Usually evenings, but sometimes mornings, except when it's afternoons. shrug. Depends on life. Dependably undependable, me.

Edit: I've been advised by Goldenflame that the following steps are rather sub-optimal for most players. I don't doubt it; Most of the problems I run in to and have to solve are oddball. I run linux, I either run UO through the wine compatibility layer (which pretty much rules out MIDI's entirely), ...

Greetings. I'm unsure of the format customary for this, so I'll just wing it and trust to the edit button if it changes are required. You may encounter an old, old man, wandering the lands of Britannia. Clad in grey raiment, long of hair and short of sense, he is.. a few coals short of a fire. A few...