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Herin lies a collection of my Ultima stuff, thou'rt welcome to read from it and view the pictures.

Ultima The Dark Core

An online game about the Dark Core, the brain of Exodus.

Ultima 1 maps

Ultima 2 map

Ultima 4 map

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Stones

By Iolo Fitz Owen

Long ago ran the sun on a folk who had a dream
And the heart and the will and the power:
They moved earth;they carved stone;moulded hill and channeled stream
That we might stand on the cold plains of Wiltshire.

Now men asked who they were, how they built and wonder why
That they wrought standing stones of such size.
What was done 'neath your shade? What was prayed 'neath our skies
As we stood on the wyrd plains of Wiltshire.

Oh what secrets we could tell if you'd listen and be still.
Rid the stink and the noise from our skirts.
But you haven't got the clue and perhaps you never will.
Mute we stand on the cold plains of Wiltshire.

Still we loom in the mists as the ages roll away
And we say of our folk, "they are here!"
That they built us and they died and you'll not be knowing why
Save we stand on the cold plains of Wiltshire.

These words are sung along with the music you should be hearing now.