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I've been trying to reactivate an account on EA for a few days, but every time I try to finalize the payment all I get is:

"There was an error processing your request!"

Very helpful indeed. I get the same error using either of my credit cards. Any ideas what solution there is to this, if any?

According to UOGuide, dark wisps are supposed to be vulnerable to fey slayers (as one would expect). However, it doesn't seem to work for me. Anyone confirm/refute this?

Today we ventured out to sea in the GS Rally to a location just west of Jhelom where the Oracle of the Seas (also known in mythology as the "Blue House Placement Tool") had prophesied that the monster Charybdis could be found. We anchored at the spot and began throwing various bait overboard to see if we could summon the beast from the depths, but alas it was to no avail. Becca then brought up some crates of old fish which had been rotting in the hold for nigh on two months. Desperately trying to avoid breathing in the foul stench, we enthusiastically dumped the slurry over the side, confident that the odour would attract our quarry. Alas, our hope quickly turned to disappointment when nothing but a few small sharks arrived to feast upon the foul flesh.

Fearing that we had no bait remaining that could come close to the potency of what we had already used, we prepared to up-anchor and return to land. But suddenly, the vessel's captain, Az, ordered everyone but he, Reuggan and Razz below decks. We obeyed the command and went down to the ward room to await developments. Above us we heard the sounds of a struggle followed by repeated retching noises. Shortly after, Az summoned me back on deck. I emerged into the daylight to find Reuggan lying prostrate in a pool of vomit whilst Razz was lying a few feet away, barefoot and rubbing his head. Before I could speak, a green-faced Az hurried up to me and thrust a fishing rod into my hands. Attached to the hook were Razz's socks weighted down with stones and I was suddenly overcome with such an intense feeling of nausea that it seemed as though my very guts were about to explode. Fortunately, Az thrust me over to the port side of the vessel and bade me cast the feculent hosiery into the depths before it was too late.

A palpable sense of relief settled over the party as the socks splashed into the water and sank below the waves. The rest of the crew had now emerged from the gun deck and we gazed over the rail to where the fishing line disappeared from view. Suddenly, a voice cried out from starboard. The sea there was bubbling and boiling and out of this maelstrom there arose a strange, grey blob from which several appendages were protruding.



"'Tis a giant facehugger from Alien," cried one of the crew, forgetting their genre.

Quickly, we prepared our defences and began readying enchantments and arrows. The dragons roared fire in the beast's direction and volleys of energy and missiles started to rain down upon it. But then, from all sides of the ship, huge tentacles emerged and began lunging at the crew. Our attacks were redirected at the new threat, but it seemed that as quickly as we beat them down, new ones appeared to take their place. Despite our numbers, it was difficult to fight the tentacles, heal the sick and attack the main beast all at the same time.

As we steadied ourselves to contain the attacks from all directions, the Rally was hit by a violent jolt which sent the whole crew tumbling to the deck and the vessel listing alarmingly to port. It quickly righted itself, but the impact had torn away the anchor and propelled the ship tens of yards to the left. As we recovered, we saw Charybdis rising up out of the water and then crashing its body back into the ocean. The manoeuvre displaced tons of water and sent a powerful wave toward the boat. Once again the ship shuddered as the wall of liquid hit. The mainyards creaked and cracked and the masts shivered before the force whilst the crew braced themselves upon whatever came to hand.



"This is sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet," cried a frightened member of the crew, who shall remain nameless.

The assault continued for countless minutes, but as it did the crew gradually adapted their tactics. These were tough cookies after all, fearless hunters who had taken on such horrors as the Bane invasion and the terrible moving True Harrower of Covetous. And some of those present had even survived the infamous Silvanus New Year party of 208. Gradually, the threat from the tentacles was contained and more and more attacks were being brought home onto Charybdis. Before long, numerous welts and lacerations were becoming evident on the beast's body. Sensing its danger, Charybdis moved off to the rear of the ship where the aft superstructure made it difficult for the crew to target it so effectively. It stepped up the assault from its mini-tsunamis and the ship groaned repeatedly amidst wave after wave of destruction. Timbers crashed to the ground and the air was alive with the sound of robands ripping and futtocks fracturing.

Nevertheless, Charybdis continued to take damage and its attacks gradually appeared to be weakening whilst Duke Ironfist gave orders to the sailors to try and bring the ship around slightly to aid targeting. After many more minutes of fierce fighting, Az steadied himself on the poop deck and intoned the word "Nyraxle". A horrfic shriek rang out from Charybdis as the word of destruction hit him, followed shortly after by identical invocations from Becca, Izabo and Reuggan. It seemed the end was near and the other members of the crew had only to keep the tentacles at bay until the spellweavers had finished off the creature.

But then an ear-splitting groan filled everyone's ears. All the crew were thrown across the deck and even the dragons appeared momentarily dazed. The fore and mizzen masts snapped with a thunder-like sound and their sails and rigging swamped the deck. Even more ominously, from the orlop down below came the unmistakable sound of seawater rushing into the hold. The Rally had gone aground, forced onto the rocky shores of North Jhelom island by the repeated battering from the waves. The crew picked themselves up and tried to clear the wreckage from the deck whilst continuing to battle the tentacles that were still wrapped around the hull. Charybdis, meanwhile, was maintaining station further out at sea, safely out of range of the spellweavers. The situation onboard the ship was becoming untenable, and with no way of appreciably fighting the monster, Az was preparing to give the order to abandon ship. But just then another sail appeared along the shore. Nessa raised her eyeglass and peered out in its direction.

"It's a Gilfane ship," she announced excitedly. "The Alcor!"

The crew cheered as the galleon was brought alongside their stricken vessel, and Az transferred his command to the new ship.

"Take her out," he announced, "It's time to fry some fish!"

If Charybdis knew any fear, it did not have long to endure it. It sent out fresh waves to try and stop the new ship, but in his weakened state they were not enough to stop the undamaged newcomer. As they closed in, the spellweavers simultaneously intoned their words of death, and the monster gave out a final screech before falling lifeless onto the sea, the remaining tentacles with it. The crew of the Alcor gave out a final resounding cheer.

"Long live the White Council!", they cried.

From the disintegrating corpse of the monster we pulled several unusual types of meat along with a strange item of armour with mysterious properties. It was agreed that the artifact should be donated to the Gilfane Museum for public display.

So EA makes another official UO announcement, one which is badly worded and has obviously not been proof-read. Some people criticize it. Stratics remove all the posts doing so. And, laughably, the Herald post has been corrected but still contains an error. Time to get myself banned from Stratics. I hate those guys.

"This is not grammar police. This is people pointing out reasonable deficiencies with the people running our game. And these ARE the official UO forums. If we cannot make reasonable criticism here, where can we? The Herald post has been corrected somewhat, but there is still a mistake.

Stratics is more and more like a police state. The slightest bit of criticism of our precious Devs gets censored. So I'll keep posting this until you hit me with the ban hammer. I'll wear it as a badge of pride."

When is someone going to drop a nuke on Brussels and get rid of the ******** EU?

Anyone?

So....my younger daughter, Samantha (used to play Aurora in UO), has entered a public model competition run by one of the UK's leading fashion chains and she is desperate for votes to get her into the second round. She's therefore asked me to post on these forums to see if anyone will do so.

You can vote for Sam by following this link. You need to enter an email address, but can check a box to stop them sending you any promotional stuff.

Thanks!

If you haven't seen it, this event sounds like fun. Hopefully we can get as many as possible there.

As many will be aware, these forums have been out of commission for a few days now. It turns out that the site was hacked, requiring a full reinstall of the software. Hopefully everything is working okay again now.

Apologies for the downtime.

Just for the record, I am going to do anything I can to get Diablo's numerous accounts banned. If I see him swearing in general chat, I will be paging on him. Not because I am concerned by what he says, but anything I can do to inconvenience the little shit is good news as far as I'm concerned.

While walking in Gilfane town today I was accosted by a highwayman known as Sam Axe, a follower of the evil Minax cause. He demanded I hand over any gold, but as I had none he settled for a stack of arrows and bandages.

Be on your guard!

In a brief ceremony at Gilfane Citadel, Vortex has now officially taken over as Keeper of the Hall [Gilfane GM].

I wish him the very best in his new role.

We have now had at least two people who have lost pets at server-up. It seems that the pets have been out of the stable at server-up and upon logging in the pet has vanished. One member has lost three pets this way it seems. In addition, other people have reported pets which were stabled have been with the character upon the next log-in.

Clearly there is some kind of problem with the server not saving things correctly. Until there is a fix, I recommend that everyone stables their pets at least ten minutes before server-down and that anyone who has experienced such a problem sends in a bug report.

I forgot to post yesterday, but hats off to GM Yariac for responding promptly to our call about the stuck harrower tentacle. I think it only took around ten minutes for the problem to be resolved.

A member of NEW is looking to buy a few of each kind of hedge. If anyone has any for sale, or is growing them, please let Shalimar or me know.

Xavier is looking to buy a heritage token. If you have one for sale, please let me know.

Does anyone out there collect these? I am looking for the following:

Britain, Zento, Vesper, Skara, Exodus, Lake of Fire, Chaos, Twin Oaks, Blackthorn, Cove, Empath, Magincia, Moonglow, Skara, Zento

I have various ones to trade.

Xavier is looking to purchase a +15 taming ring. Please let either of us know if you have one for sale.

Looking to buy the peculiar seed snowdrops plants, paying 10k each.

8pm EST at the Tortured Elf.

Last night I slept uneasily. I woke and found myself on a hill overlooking the city of Britain to the west. All around, the grass was an unusually vivid green.

I sensed a presence at my rear, and turning around I saw a very old man with a red robe and staff walking toward me. Although I have never met him of course, I knew this mean was Verne, founder and first Keeper of Gilfane, and his weapon was the Staff of Lore.

Before I could speak, he stopped and pointed back toward the city. As I returned my attention to Britain, I noticed winged shapes circling above it; fell dragons with fiery breath and razor claws. From the sea, boats appeared and as they reached the shore, scores of sinister elves and humans emerged and began ransacking the beautiful town. The few guards that were there ran over to confront the invaders, but were quickly overwhelm and the city was left undefended. Working alongside all these were our main enemies; the servants of Minax and the Shadowlords.

In horror, I turned once again to speak to Verne, yet before I could do so he touched his finger to my lips. He then placed the Staff of Lore into one of my hands and drew a glowing sword from the folds of his robe and placed this into my other.

Briefly, the grave look on his face broke and a feint smile appeared. His right hand clenched my shoulder and as it did so I felt my vision fading. I woke again, in a sweat, back in my own bed.

I do not know whether this was just a flight of fancy or the result of too much chicken and potatoes last night, but nevertheless I am calling on all of Gilfane to ready themselves for war. I have given instructions that work on renovating the South Tower, which guards the entrance from Umbra, be hastened.

Step up your training, secure your homes, ensure you are well stocked. All prelates should ensure that their subjects are fully prepared. It is time for the houses of Silvanus, Nemesis, Vorrak, Silverwood, Loth'migh and even Vernia to be ready for war!

I want to start the first chicken fight in a couple of week's time, but obviously need to give plenty of notice so that people can bond/train their birds. However, I am wondering what a good day of week and time for the event would be. Any suggestions?

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