Owls Head - Olahorands Adventures

Hail,
who says, Owls Head is a boring place? Read the adventures experienced by Olahorand Blackthorn himself and taken by his photographer:
It happened as the gods predicted - the gate to the new world did open another time for a glimpse.
Olahorands Avatar was gone. So a new born entered the world and visited the place he has known as full with people: The famous FireLotus tavern.
Soon he he arrived in hurry after ignoring the Guard Michael on the entrance, only to find the place deserted. Where did the people all go?
A new miraculous spell came into his mind: Abra Kadabra ... /zone WhomYouWishToPlague
But to whom? There was a simple answer to it - where ever something interesting happens in this world, FireAngel seems not to be too far from it.
So he called her name in the end of the spell ... and *wush* found himself still in the FireLotus tavern, but now it was filled with people - and himself sitting in the neck of FireAngel. And oh well, Lord British himself, 'dancing' on the table!


So tired from the travel, Olahorand decided to sit down. That chair near Thomas would grant him fast access to another mug of ale, if needed. But wasn't there something strange with that chair in the last incarnation of the world?
But really, there was another (d)evil spell known to him meanwhile, so it should not be a problem if the chair still acts evil and nails the eyes of the avatar again to the ceiling of the tavern.
And it came as it should - the harmless chair acted evil against Olahorand again and mounted the eyes on the ceiling, so they could follow the Avatar leaving the house to never return, once he would be out of sight and therefore control. Never? But there was this spell, so he murmured "/stuck", hoping this would lead eyes and body together again.
But instead he - or the eyes only? - were teleported to a deep place below the world. Could not be the hell, since there was no fire. But he could see cloud sheeps, and even the shattered moon. People sliding through the air ... fundaments of walls and houses ... trees without roots.
Night ...


and day.



Woot, but how to get away from here??
Again the first spell of the evening came into mind. And true enough - the view of Fireangel brought eyes and body together.
Later he heard some sayings about people meeting on the magic sphere high over Owls Head. Something whispered the name of one of those into his ear, so a zoning later he was there as well. Flashes of light nearly barbecued the brain, possibly the only reason, why he did not fall down.



Also Alter Fritz found the way up - is the next Fritz run ahead?





But as he tried to climb down carefully and just expected to free fall, some strange physics kept him sticking to the sphere.



Only the day of the light revealed the truth.

 

...
The last moments of R4 arrived. Due to a day off (last years vacation had to be spent til today) it was possible to walk the streets a bit more than usual on a Monday. And look whom you meet on the street - Lord British again.
He admitted to type in bugs (so that the devs can find and eliminate them?).



Olahorand stumbled through a door not far away (was THIS the infamous CLINK?) and, since the door was nowhere to see any more was lost somewhere in unknown rooms with not enough time to explore. So invoking the big magic of the zone spell again - this time targeted to Ember Isolte. But look what she did do to him? Sent him kind of swimming ... So if the upper part is Owls Head - which part of the Owl is then down here? Imagine.



A second zone spell could not be deflected and got him back to her - the point of her spear hitting some sensitive parts! That Lady understands to defend ...
Maybe this was the reason for the strange mutation on the back which came up?



And finally a graveyard arose - who did once predict the early death of Ultima Online? Seems he made it into this game Or was it only the death of R4 in front of the FireLotus tavern?



*Salute*
Olahorand