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08-26-2015, 12:15 PM
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ULRIK the ENGINEER
Besides his son, he would miss his metal beasts the most. He had been a fixture in the Aurora Basin for a very long time. Even longer, he had been a member of the Plague, and before that, he had fought for the World's Edge. But, he did not recognize the faces around him anymore, and he had no interest in serving leaders when his very soul was tired. For a long time, he felt a bit unappreciated, but that was putting everything mildly. From the tent he made by being the only one willing to give up his magic to giving flags and cloth to the Dragon's Throat and making the two metal sentinels which guarded the gate, he had made the Basin stronger than what it could have been. Maybe that is why he had to leave. Whatever inspiration he found from nature was lost, and now that his son had returned and was safe, that herd held no interest to him now. He would miss weaving lengths of cloth and doing nothing with it, particularly since most of his thoughts and plans had been turned away or unused. They could do whatever they wanted without him now, he thought. He did not hold any ill will, just empty spaces. Besides, he was still interested in seeing what Torleik was up to, especially now that he and Mauja were ruling the World's Edge. Perhaps that would be a useful place for him to be? He missed the forests of the moon goddess dearly, for a long while, and even Kirchoff seemed to look at at this opportunity for change. Ulrik wandered East for no other reason than that he hadn't been that far before, and he stumbled upon a point where white became red. Not just any shade of red. Blood red. Wasn't this supposed to be Birdsong now? Fall wasn't coming for a while... Ulrik furrowed thick, dark brows over his vibrant, murderous bronze eyes, cloven hooves wandering through the woods to the roaring call of a waterfall. Even the water was made of blood. The ground looked like there had been some kind of scuffle, and he wondered what he had missed. The Engineer rested on one hip, looking down at his wolfish friend. "Where too next, Kirchoff?" he asked. "Way to grow a spine, Ulrik," he snickered. "Lead the way" |
THIS IS ALL OPEN! :D
Feel free to come harass Ulrik.
This happens AFTER the Rift God dies
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