
The sound of steel clashing against steel rang up from a southern part of the fort. Yet another fight had broken out, probably over the ownership rights to some poor fools loot who had been unfortunate enough to pass through the area surrounding the fort. People rushed out of their tents to watch the scuffle and a crowd gathered around the duelling pair.
A blacksmith working in his tent hammered away at a weapon he was making. He stopped for a moment and wiped the sweat from his brow with an old rag. The day had been long for this man, hammering away since dawn had covered the fort in the first rays of light.
Blood dripped from a pair of shackles that were nailed into the wall. A puddle had begun forming on the floor. Slowly drip after drip fell to the floor, adding the small pool that was forming in a tiny ditch. All the prisoners could do was watch this puddle form as they sat shackled to the walls near by.
One of the two doors on the main gate sat half open with not a single guard near by, as if boasting of the arrogance of those who inhabit the fort. It would take an army to defeat the people who inhabited this place, or at least that was the common way of thinking around here.
I tell you this tale of a place of darkness, of greed. These are the wilds, where the good fear to tread...
(OOC)
Brigands of the Fort or B^F, a guild of role-players that are based in and next to the brigand fort between Skara brea and Yew on the Europa shard of Ultima Online. We are an evil aligned guild that role-play outlaws, brigands and other shady types that wish to live outside the law.

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