Post by Rae on Dec 22, 2015 1:09:25 GMT
A flashing blade hacked through the dense jungle vegetation as the duo fought their way south. The machete was old and well-used, having been a fixture in its owners hands for Turn upon Turn. The man holding the blade was a fearsome sight to behold. He seemed to be a bulbous mountain of a man, all hard plains and pitted scars. He towered over the former dragonrider, the mastiff beside a shepherd. Beady black eyes darted warily, two burning pits of hatred for his fellow man. His head was shaved bald with the stubble starting to grow in black as night from the time spent traversing the jungles. A half-healed scar bisected his broken nose and shriveled lips, coming to a jagged end atop his adam's apple. His entire left ear was missing and a chunk had been bitten off his right. Shoulders appeared to meet the bottom of his head, his bull neck so thick and corded it might as well be a part of his chest muscles.
Sweat plastered his grimy tunic, molding bulky muscle built from a brief stint as a smithy, but mainly from his decade of incarceration in the mines with his fellow convicts. He'd been banished to the quarry, his death a forgone conclusion to the jury that condemned him. His crimes were stalked so high that he was locked away on one single charge that encompassed the soulless killer- threat to anything living.
It was true, he'd killed pups and kittens as a child left to his own devices behind the smithy. As he aged under the neglectful hand of his philandering mother, Ulrict started refining a taste for blood. He was apprenticed at a young age to a heavy-handed Smith after he was caught slitting herdbeast throats in the middle of the night. The consensus was that putting idle hands to use would halt the senseless killing. Alas, the good-intentions of his family only afforded him a new method of dispatching life.
Soon unexplained wherry and herdbeast deaths started cropping up, heads smashed in and then strung up to be drained of blood. Once again, Ulrict was caught red-handed and was sent to the mines for a couple of Turns. When he was released for good-behavior, the 17 Turn old boy hunted down the hapless journeyman that had ratted him out. That young man's body was found strung from the top beam in the smithcrafthall.
Ulrict's many crimes were leveled against him and the murder solidified his sentence. He was a menace to society and could not be trusted with any sort of weapon, his bare hands were even deadly. The entire panel responsible for meting out justice banished Ulrict to the frozen quarries near High Reaches were he hammered and refined his hatred for "honorable" people for another decade. He was fortunate in partnering with a slick conman and soon, Ulrict was able to escape from his prison.
Events continued to unfold and soon Ulrict found himself roped into a scheme with a former dragonrider. After securing passage from an old convict from the mines, the pair were able to make it to the Southern Continent. Once there, Ulrict provided the brawn to hack their way through the jungle while the strange and brooding Kumari led the way.
Now it seemed as though their quarry was in sight. Ulrict ran a finger down the blade of his machete, feeling the thrill of the hunt and kill course through his veins once more.
Sweat plastered his grimy tunic, molding bulky muscle built from a brief stint as a smithy, but mainly from his decade of incarceration in the mines with his fellow convicts. He'd been banished to the quarry, his death a forgone conclusion to the jury that condemned him. His crimes were stalked so high that he was locked away on one single charge that encompassed the soulless killer- threat to anything living.
It was true, he'd killed pups and kittens as a child left to his own devices behind the smithy. As he aged under the neglectful hand of his philandering mother, Ulrict started refining a taste for blood. He was apprenticed at a young age to a heavy-handed Smith after he was caught slitting herdbeast throats in the middle of the night. The consensus was that putting idle hands to use would halt the senseless killing. Alas, the good-intentions of his family only afforded him a new method of dispatching life.
Soon unexplained wherry and herdbeast deaths started cropping up, heads smashed in and then strung up to be drained of blood. Once again, Ulrict was caught red-handed and was sent to the mines for a couple of Turns. When he was released for good-behavior, the 17 Turn old boy hunted down the hapless journeyman that had ratted him out. That young man's body was found strung from the top beam in the smithcrafthall.
Ulrict's many crimes were leveled against him and the murder solidified his sentence. He was a menace to society and could not be trusted with any sort of weapon, his bare hands were even deadly. The entire panel responsible for meting out justice banished Ulrict to the frozen quarries near High Reaches were he hammered and refined his hatred for "honorable" people for another decade. He was fortunate in partnering with a slick conman and soon, Ulrict was able to escape from his prison.
Events continued to unfold and soon Ulrict found himself roped into a scheme with a former dragonrider. After securing passage from an old convict from the mines, the pair were able to make it to the Southern Continent. Once there, Ulrict provided the brawn to hack their way through the jungle while the strange and brooding Kumari led the way.
Now it seemed as though their quarry was in sight. Ulrict ran a finger down the blade of his machete, feeling the thrill of the hunt and kill course through his veins once more.