The Return

[ayresalex 517]

Abram Uhlfelder, was an exile.

 

He didn't know why, only that he had been brought into this world and they had been running ever since. He did not remember his mother, and when he asked his father about her, he refused to respond. Abram asked why they were running. "I did a very bad thing, lad. Close your eyes and rest easy for a bit." Was a typical response he got from his father, Ulric.

 

As a child, his father would be wary of guardsmen and would rip "Wanted" posters down. So, Abram made the logical assumption that his father was a criminal on the run. Murder, perhaps, as his father kept a wicked sharp edge on his dirk and made sure his yew-bow was well maintained. Abram and Ulric would travel from town to town. Finding work wherever his father could while Abram went to go beggar some food off a farmer or some coin off the local merchants.

 

This was their livelyhood, and until the day Abram turned 18, his father was stricken with illness weeks later. Abram brought him too an inn, where he tried to break his fathers fever over the night but to no avail. When the sun came out the next morning, his father looked at him with wary, tired eyes and told him everything that Abram wanted to know. The murder, his mother, and, his inheritance.

 

"You're the goddamn last of the Norsem line, laddy. Your great gran-da was knighted an' crowned by the good emperor. We've been on the run ever since. Now, take my bow, and put it to use as I did when I was your age. Join up wif' a house. Make a living. Earn lands an' titles an' restore some honour to the name, eh?"

 

Abram didn't know what to say, or do, as the last of Ulric's life drained from his eyes. Abram frowned, gazing on this 65 year old man he called a father. He felt an urge of hatred, got up, took what was left of the coin, and never looked back.

 

A full circle. Years later, Abram has returned to his former homelands with a new face and an eager aspiration to make a name for himself. 

[Ford 1996]

((Welcome back. missed your rp.))

[Galendar 631]

((I'll never forget your duel with Uthor on the temp map. Welcome back.))

[ayresalex 517]

((Oh yea I was Aedric lmfao fun stuff)))

[Rig 17590]

[[WB friend of malinor!]]

[Haribo 385]

many men rejoice

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bjorn Ulfhaedyn, son of Svengal, son of Aedric looks mighty confused when he hears "last of the Norsem line".

[Snake Plissken 637]

Athirius reminisces about his days as a soldier of Galahar, recalling the brutal training sessions under Captain Norsem and the many 'up-downs' they consisted of.

 

[Welcome back mate]

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.