back to the start [Plague meeting]

back to the start [Plague meeting]

Ulrik the Engineer Posts: 235

Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Kirchoff :: Common Hellhound :: Superspeed Tamme

03-14-2013, 04:02 PM

ULRIK

You better learn to keep your face under the dark

Wake up and feel the blood escape your heart

Ulrik, the captor of the Throat's Seer, moved through the snow to the tiny ice cave. The north seemed to hold much of the history of the Plague, and he remembered it nearly from its inception. Only recently had the engineer removed himself from Psyche's vision of the future, but it seemed that Mauja was no more interested in leading than she had been when she had run off to spawn his child. Though he was not humbled by his misplaced loyalty, Ulrik had realized that he should trust no one with any semblance of his person. Instead, the brute adhered to the supremacy of his blood, and he would follow wherever that aligned. Right now, that was with Psyche, and he did not have to like the bitch to appreciate what she was doing - or trying to at least.

The black jackal was making an effort - he could not fault her that much. So, the wild minded stallion padded quietly into the creaking ice, cloven hooves holding his massive weight as his leonine tail flashed behind his fetlocks. He arrived before her speech, one hip tilted nonchalantly as he observed the others with an air of displeasure and madness. Ulrik was far from sane and seemed to exude his insanity with wild looks of his bronze eyes. A metal creature whirred at his side with a soulless expression, only punctuating his love for all things... not alive.

She mentioned taking back the Edge, and he raised a brow curiously. Now this was a plan of which he approved. Being knocked out by that golden dragon bitch had hit his ego harder than he had anticipated, and his ears tilted backward ever so slightly. "I cannot aide you in stealing Angora until I release the Dragon's Throat Seer. Once you do with her as you will, I can assist," he rumbled, his voice deep and grating on the ears.

"As for secrecy, how many have you lost and where have they gone? Secrets are rarely kept forever, and we need to get ahead of any rumors. As one who does not reside in this... Basin, I can try and listen for any ill toward us." Ulrik awaited her answer, bronze eyes seemingly boring into her amber ones, demanding answers in a way that was not entirely egotistical. While the black stallion considered himself to be of supreme blood and even more devoted, he did not think himself as better.

"Do you want us to recruit anyone? Or should we be looking for certain qualities that would help us in this subtle hint at the Edge?" he asked, wondering if he should be recruiting warriors or spies.