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The character Ulric Sullyvan began their tale at a long lost kingdom North of the Nordic people. This kingdom long forgotten was named Arkalas. Within this city it would use its orphans and train them to be soldiers, and also take children from family's in debt to also be trained as soldiers just as the orphans. Which of these Ulric was he would never be able to know, however one thing they would soon know well would be combat. The king of this forgotten place despised all things magic, announcing a war against all those who practice it. The kingdom would use its soldiers to break into homes and "liberate" mages or accused ones at least as the king had deemed it. The city was plaguaed by a civil war during this time as revolution against the king's ways soon ignited. Thus many battles were fought within the streets of Arkalas where the orphans and children taken by debt would be sent to fight on the front lines within after proper training of course. There it was where Ulric grew up, and even today they can sleep feel the bits of flesh between their finger nails, the blood running down their face, and the sound of ravens and crows as they looked perched about looking forwards to their next meal. Ulric quickly became desensitized to it all as they fought for one thing and nothing more, survival. After managing to survive many fights on the front lines a general within the king's army soon noticed their efforts and took Ulric in as a warrior. Ulric never quite got along with many of his fellow soldiers outside of combat, but within it he was a very dependable ally and formidable opponent using their Highlander genetics to force their way through many fights. Eventually the king noticed how well the boy fought and soon knighted him as a knight of Arkalas. It was then they bared their first crest upon their pauldrons and the last time for now. As the war continued the people soon began to realize of their own king's wickedness, and Ulric was no exception as he was used in many "liberations" against mages. Ulric soon came to realize the suffering created by everything, the war, the king, and most of all himself. The king began to lose his grip upon the people's hearts as they called for the war to end many joining the revolution which adopted the beliefs of the Nordic kingdom far to the south, the Red Faith. This sudden switch to beliefs left the king without the hearts of their own people, and upon realizing this the king demanded of all of their armies to wipe all people that protested within the streets. Ulric and the others did as they were told, and killed many innocent lives that day and most likely near all of the population of Arkalas. When the battle was over the streets were nothing but a pool of blood and all that stood was now Ulric and a hundred other soldiers, two others being knights. The king celebrated and praised the army, and yet none felt a single bit of pride in what they'd done. Ulric stepped up to the king and in a series of events cut the head from their shoulders. Upon doing so not even the king's royal guard lifted a finger against Ulric as they all stood in the pools of blood their heads hung. That was the end of Arkalas and the day Ulric filed his crest from his pauldrons as even though the slaughtering of his Lord was not something they regretted it was still something they knew should be punished as they broke their knightly vows. Thus Ulric Sullyvan roams the world now, crestless, and with but one purpose: to cleanse the world of wicked Lords and to hopefully in the process find one worthy to give their vows to once more. Thus Ulric Sullyvan walks alone with nothing but their zweihander, armor, and thoughts for company; and with each wicked one found and slaughtered the heavier they all seem to be.
The boat had finally arrived, as the men on board all came running to the side as the large boat gently nudged towards the dock. The knight had been sitting on deck not having been to acquainted with sea travel they found it hard to sleep. They had spent that knight looking into the many waves within the ocean staring to the reflection of the many stars above. The knight could not help but feel as though the stars had been many eyes used by the Gods as they looked down to the knight, and whether their gaze was one of pity or one of amusement would go to be unknown as many other things had been in this mysterious world. The knight got up heaving themselves upwards with their zweihander resting it upon their right pauldron as they patiently awaited their turn to exit the boat. The knight had been far from home, and even though their visor's horizontal slit could not see them all he knew many stared to him. It was not often a knight would travel by sea, and to make matters worse this knight had been crestless thus many were weary of just where this knight could have been from. They world heavy armor as many knights did with a thick plated helmet with a visor covering their face, and the only place the knight could see out of was a single horizontal slit in the visor perfectly aligned with their eye. Finally as everyone else left the boat the knight felt comfortable enough to leave hoping for no more prying eyes, for even with all this armor the knight still felt the sting of words and the chill of gazes. However, to the knight's surprise there had been a man, a well dressed one at that, awaiting them at the dock as they said to him "Welcome!" He began. "What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?" The knight would look to the man unsure if they were speaking to them at first as they kept their head hung. It was often the knight went unaddressed as many avoided them upon seeing their crestless pauldrons. They carefully looked around having to be quite thorough as they slit in their visor did not make it quite easy for them to see. Once they had realized the man was speaking to them the knight would finally respond, "I seek one untainted by wickedness, one to serve." The knight's voice though softened as they spoke in a hushed tone could still not suppress the warrior's voice they had. It was deep and powerful, and it seemed to demand respect as it rumbled into the ears close enough to hear it. Despite this void the knight had been rather melancholy, slightly bowing to the man who greeted him before taking their silent leave. The knight looked towards the grand fortress before them hoping within it perhaps there would be the one that they seeked, one worthy of serving, and should there be another one of the wicked sort the knight would have to restore order by crimson once more. Thus it was with nothing but their zweihander and their flames of ambition as company the knight set off to explore this unfamiliar place with hope they hoped would prove to be fruitful.
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