Ulrich_von_Belm

He spent his childhood in his parents' small cattle yard on the outskirts of Old Helena. As Ulrich Schempf, he grew up with his two bigger brothers and one smaller brother. He learned to drive his family's oxen and goats and learned early on what it could be like to take the life of an animal from slaughter. In his early years when he was around 15, his parental home was attacked by a gang of mangy thieves and the few things of little value his family owned. He couldn't stand the sight of his crying mother ... He couldn't stand letting such a cowardly mess of thieves and bandits get away with it ... Ulrich set out with his big brother's forest ax to repeat what his family owned! Nothing was of great value, it was all about his principles and the smile of his petite mother ...On his way through the woods and valleys, looking for the bandits, Ulrich met a dark man ... His chin was distinctive, his statue was the same as the width of his back. The man was called Gottfried von Belm, he was crouched there, on a tree stump that had not been cut long, and carved a small stake. The masculine shape was of good will and helped him look for the bandits he was able to punish ...Weeks and days passed, Ulrich also celebrated his 17th birthday on his trip when he saw a camp after an eternal journey with Gottfried. Ulrich recognized some of his things and also some faces of the armed Baniten looked familiar to him.
His being bitter and barren after traveling through wind and weather burst forth. Anger built up and his bones cracked when he gripped his ax…
A harsh cry sounded when Ulrich and the broad-built Gottfried stormed into the camp.
Skulls broke and arms fell under the sound of blood and broken bones. The moment of surprise and the foolish security in which the bandits weighed made it easy for the two men to rob the four bandits of their heads ... Only a cold and dry laugh could be heard through the undergrowth of the forest as the sounds of the fight fell silent ...
The paths of Gottfried and Ulrich parted again and Ulrich made his way back to his parents' court. Another week passed over the next until Ulrich was again at the gate of the courtyard. His two bigger brothers were already married and moved some villages further. With the sack of booty over his shoulders, he stepped into skinny-set Kate. But his parents did not feel joy when he put the hatchet with the already dried blood on the table next to the sack of reliever. Only a dumb, barren shake of his father's head and a lonely tear that wandered down his mother's cheek was his greeting and immediately his wordless farewell to the court that dominated his childhood ...
Two years later
Repelled by his family and homeless as a maid and man for low work, he now spent his life alone with his hatchet and a dagger which he then took from one of the bandits. He served Ulrich well ... He was plagued by the fear of death over time, to die alone without family or friends ... Nevertheless, he has not been tired of the fight with the robbers since the incident! It tore him back and forth, which is why he also fell into alcohol. His skin turned slightly gray and his teeth more yellow than before …

One day Ulrich entered an old, rancid inn and saw an old face on one of the dilapidated wooden panels. The distinctive chin, the large and broad stature, as well as the barren look ... It was Gottfried von Belm, Ulrich would never forget that name! Well, Gottfried was sitting there at the wooden table, which was overlooked with deep indentations, along with some other figures looking like Gottfried gloomy. A few glances were enough until Ulrich took a seat at the table and found a not very fine, to say more rough but nevertheless nice company. They often met in that tavern and usually drank profusely and celebrated listening! After his long-time loyal companion Gottfried von Belm, Ulrich also accepted that title ... Ulrich von Belm!
Once hanging around in his lazy tavern with his other sinister fellows, imperial recruits called out their well-paid teams and led Ulrich, Gottfired, and his friends straight into the battle lines of the brave imperialists in the Great Rubens War against the sneaky alliance of independent states. You may have won that day, but it had not only cost Ulrich long-term companions, but also his last bit of openness, which was previously dormant in his barren body ...
Since these days, his small group of brave men have strolled their blades across the country, always on the lookout for work, gold, splendor, and glory.
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