Yew - - The
South of Yew has long been a favorite of brigands, bandits,
and thieves. Anyone looking for a place to hideout, or as
a base to run their petty illegal operations from has always
had the option of the abandoned military out post, left over
from a time of war and chaos.
But for many years now, the fort has been different. It has become a
place of refuge for the weaker races of monsters who roam the wild lands outside of the
towns of Britannia. Mongbats have frequently been found inside it's walls, as have
lizardmen. Most recently, however, it has become a favorite haunt of some of the orc
tribes who roam our lands.
That is why it is with a worried demeanor that I deliver this bit of
news to you, faithful reader. Most recently the fort was taken and held for some time by
an orc who was somewhat different than his brethren. An orc who was, like zombies,
skeletons, and ghouls, undead.
This undead orc led a band of other normal orcs in capturing the fort
and held it for many hours before a large contingent of warriors, hearing the cries of the
people, took it upon themselves to rid him from the land.
Those who arrived on the scene first were slaughtered by the orcs,
the faith in their ghastly leader lending them the strength they so often lack to follow
through on their threats. Warrior after warrior entered the fort through magical means or
more conventional ones, only to find that those who had come before them had suffered a
grisly fate. All seemed hopeless in this dark hour.
But soon came the turning of the tide. A three pronged attack that
seemed unrehearsed caught the orcs off guard, and soon they were scrambling in different
directions, scurrying about like the vermin they so often seem to be. Even the gruesome
monarch of this horrific band, the undead orc himself, seemed unsure of what had happened.
It must have been the hands of fate that turned the tide so quickly, for no one involved
seemed to have an answer for what happened.
The undead attempted to shut himself off from the battle, adjourning
himself to the lookout tower, and attempting to barricade himself into the small room,
possibly waiting out the melee and replanning his strategy. But he ran afoul of some of
the braver warriors, and at least one wizard, who wanted to help him return to the grave
he so richly deserved. He fought fiercely, wounding two of the warriors, and almost
destroying another outright. But he was severely wounded himself, and like a cornered rat,
made one last desperate attempt to flee.
It was at the door of the tower itself where he was caught and
killed. As the battle had raged on several of the other mercenaries noticed his
disappearance, and tracked him to the tower. They met him on his way out. With warriors on
both sides of him now, he had no choice but to fight to the death. And his death came
What could have brought such an evil being into the midst of our
beautiful land? Why does he seek to control the fort? What was his ultimate goal? Will he
return? The answers to these questions may never be known. Unfortunately, these things
always seem to return. The only real question may be, when?
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Tuesday, March 17th 1998