I find that the taverns of this land can be an excellent
resource of interesting news and tales. Not all of them are true, perhaps,
but I find that even the wildest of tales usually hold a shred of truth.
I often visit various taverns in hopes of finding the rare pearl of a
mystery to solve in one of these tales. On my most recent visit to The
Shattered Skull Tavern in Skara Brae, I found just what I was looking
I was chatting with the bartender over recent events and nursing my ale
when a man came in. He was dressed as a farmer and carrying a rather forlorn
looking pitchfork - parts of the fork were bent and it appeared to have
matted blood and fur all over it. My curiosity was instantly peaked as
the farmer leaned his pitchfork against the bar and took a stool. The
bartender excused himself and went to serve the farmer who he was obviously
"What happened to you, Franklin?" the bartender asked him.
"Wolves," Franklin exclaimed, "More'n ye ever seen before! They killed
all me cattle! An' they weren't yer ordinary wolf types either, but big,
The bartender patted Franklin on the shoulder to calm him a bit and handed
him a mug of ale. Franklin took a few healthy gulps before continuing
ever saw the likes of it. I mean, I killed me a wolf or two harassin'
me cows from time to time, but never so many as this! They were all over
me fields! I ran to me nearest neighbors in the town of Corwyn an' begged
their help before all me cows were killed."
At this point, I couldn't help but move a few stools over and introduce
myself. This story was becoming very interesting.
"Isn't it odd for wolves to approach an area of civilization like that,"
I asked the farmer.
"Aye! They may try an' get a sheep that wanders too far into the woods
an' the like, but they are none too fond of hasslin' humans normally.
Methinks somethin' be drivin' them from the woods nearby, though it must
be somethin' bad to have drove off these monsters," Franklin replied.
I spent a while longer learning of Franklin's farm and the details of
this attack. It seems several packs of wolves attacked his farm and while
they were eventually overcome by the citizens of Corwyn and others who
came to offer assistance, I have come to believe that this is a menace
that we have not yet seen the end of. What could have driven the wolves
from the nearby forests? I will certainly be doing further research on
this little pearl of a mystery.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Tuesday, February