Twas a fine morn when I set out to write this article. Little did I
know that the day would turn out to be such an exciting one. I had heard many an story of
a up and growing town known as PaxLair , so I set out to see this town first hand. Leaving
Britain, I traveled NE toward Vesper. The sun was shining and the wind was at my back so I
made good time. I met several travelers along the road , but few were in the mood for idle
chat as they hurried down the road in the opposite direction from where I traveled.
I took a mid-day rest at the Britain,Yew,Vesper guarded cross roads,
noticing how quiet the roads were this day. Tis very unusual, only trouble can bring such
silence; not even the birds sang. I gathered my belongings and moved at a more rapid pace.
Crossing the bridge heading to Yew, the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. I
packed my journal into my bag and hefted mine axe from my shoulder. Swinging my axe once
or twice to warm up my arms, as I was taught in battle tactics (I was not always a
reporter), I moved down the road cautiously. The sounds of battle could be heard, as I
grew closer to PaxLair. This was supposed to be a peaceful town. Out of no where, from all
sides Orcs charged me, I held my ground and lowered my stance as I prepared for the blows
of the orcish axes. Whoosh
Thud the First orc on me Collapsed, crossbow bolt between
the eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see two other warriors. I yelled a harsh
yet honored filled hail as I sunk my axe deep into an Ettins back. The warriors responded
yelling their names, Phantom and Seamstress, I felt more sure now with aid at my back. As
the battle took us further into Paxlair I became aware of the community I had entered.
There were people of all walks of life standing side by side protecting their newly found
city and working in unison toward one goal the stopping of the Orc raid.
Mine shoulders ached and blood ran from several deep wounds on my
arms and legs but I was still intact and well for the most part. Warriors gathered around
to cheer our victory. I introduced myself and was greeted with a warm "WELCOME TO
PAXLAIR" from many that stood in the crowd. I asked to speak to someone in charge and
they referred me to Winfield the Old man. I greeted Winfield and offered to come back at
another time for the Orcs had done some damage to the city and the people needed to
recover. He shook his head and said that all was well and he bid me to take a tour of his
fine town, I agreed. As we walked amongst the trees along a small path leading to the
center of PaxLair, Winfield explained to me that PaxLair was a peaceful town and not a
guild-based organization. People of all walks of life: good and evil, rich and poor,
guilded and non-guilded, lived and flourished in PaxLair. The town was started by a group
known as the Band. The Band placed the original town buildings and started the concept and
base rules and structures of how the town should survive. As we walked along, I was
greeted by person after person in a warm and friendly manner.
Upon reaching the center of town, I stood in a open field saved for
a large Mage tower and few trees , of which had a lovely set of expertly crafted benches
around them. This, I was told, was the PaxLair Learning center. The benches around the
trees were a place for the mages and other students to get away from their studies for a
while and enjoy a quiet sit with friends or nature. I was escorted inside the mage tower
and to my surprise it was well lit with expertly crafted gold candelabras. The Second
floor housed the classroom that was a sight. The desks were all in a line and there were
shelves and shelves of books and even a chair for students who acted out in class
inappropriately. The third floor was the conference room. We could not stay long as the
room was being prepared for the town council meeting later in the day. On the roof of the
mage tower stood a magical gate yet it did not vanish. I was amazed, for the magic which
it must take to sustain such a gate must be mind numbing. The tower roof is used for the
practice of the arcane arts allowing the students grow in their skills. It is also a place
for ceremonies to be held (Weddings and the like) and the roof has the best seats to watch
the fights in the PaxLair Arena. I was bid to step into the gate so that we might continue
our tour, I did so, and found myself back at the bottom floor of the mage tower.
I was offered an ale as the people of PaxLair bragged that they
produced the finest ale in the land, I was on duty so I had to decline; but, made a mental
note to take them up on it at a later time). I was introduced to Thelorn, one of the
founders of PaxLair. He seemed to be a very honest and noble man; strong yet warm and
friendly. Thelorn was very disappointed that he had been away buying supplies when the
attack on the city he helped found was attacked.
Paxlair is working very hard to keep peace in their corner of the
world. They have guards to protect their citizens and almost all battles are held in the
arena in a noble and knightly fashion. Paxlair is in treaty talks with several evil guilds
to make some agreement to keep the peace within PaxLair's city limits.
There are many other establishment I still wish to see in this fine
city. The Magic shop, the Archery shop, Pizza parlor, Inn, Stables, Outdoor Café and
Tavern. There was even mumbled rumor of an open marketplace of which I did not see.
If ye are a traveler in need of a drink or a place to sleep, if ye
are looking to settle down in a city made for all walks of life or if ye are just looking
to talk with good-hearted folks and make friends, I suggest ye take the walk to PaxLair
and see the sights and meet the people of this fair and noble city. PaxLair is still young
in its creation and work is still being done on the city, but I feel it will be a thriving
city before long.
I will be visiting PaxLair over the next several weeks and I will be
talking to the owners of the shops and reviewing the shops, taverns and the like to give
ye a inside look at this new city in Brittannia.
Dragon Speed to thee all
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Monday, June 22nd 1998