Rulf Bypharrk
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A random Waldenian who happened to pass by would read this badly written missive. "Tsch, go be ein Arschloch somewhere else, idiot!" He grunts to himself continuing on with his business after realizing who this post is talking about.
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Damn well gg nore
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So... Tar Break Up when, lol? Come on I just need ONE more the one GOOD one!
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Maybe, but I marked down Beard Shaving, on the account of my friend (Annena aka Casualty) saying an Imperial Knight shaved a Dwarf and there are multiple accounts according to them? The Metaplay I marked according to @Fluffy Horror
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"Tschüss, mein freund und kamerad." The retired Korporal, bids his former Knight Kapitain during Tiberias's Reign. "May we meet in the next life."
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Rulf reads the missive, a blank expression at the words that have been written. For some it was just slander to the Empire... for some it was a wake up call, for Rulf... he's been awake for a while already, even if it took time on his end. As he turns around to walk among the masses, disappearing within the crowd as he makes his way home. "Ich hope you're fine, Ark, meine Freundin. Not only does a coward live longer, but also have time to grow und reflect."
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Wait Genocide, where? if it's Haelunor I don't think that would count since it happened WAY before last night.
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So 2nd Assassination attempt is legit or nah?
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update.
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Rulf, the retired Imperial Officer, would read this Missive as he momentarily pauses his travel, mid-journeying outside of his Retirement home in Jun Mura. He would read it with curiosity at first and to maybe stay up to date with Imperial News and Politics, but upon reading who the Bounty is for and upon reading who the subject is, an exhaled breath of sigh escapes him. "Was zur Hölle, Ark what did you do... ich didn't even get to read ihr Thesis yet!"
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It was just another day, at least... supposedly it was. It has been sometime since Ruhr last heard from Talanashta, so it was then decided she would go to Norland. But she wasn't there... not at the usual place, not at the Tavern nor in any residency. Ruhr asked the locals about Talanashta's whereabouts, but she coculd only find a cold trail. It was then when she decided to go up north to go gather Herbs as her Stash was dwindling more and more... that... was when she found her. At least... the remains of her. "Chyort..." Was all she could utter. Ruhr didn't want to admit it, but she will miss those hugs given by Talanashta from time to time, even if they were abrupt. She picked her up and rode back to Jun Lei with Talanashta's Steed, the ever so faithful companion of her's that stuck with her for... who knows how long. Grief was present within her and though she did not show it and not a single tear dripped for her eyes. The sense of grief and loss was still there as her former Alchemist Teacher, as though Fate itself did this as some sort off sick joke to her. But alas... one of many casualties within Aevos and more to come it seems, just this one... was more closer to her than some of the others as she delivers her to Jun Lei to one of its Residents and walked off to the write the necessary letters informing people of her passing. After finishing her letters and sending them off, Ruhr would take one last look at Jun Lei and return home to Solaeum. As she arrives, she would look at to the open waters, before entering her home... Her final thoughts on Talanashta. "Dravi, mea former Pupil, vy ams one of mea best students ea've had so far. If moy ever meet again, ea hope it will be as friends again."
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For Rulf, it was just another day to him, nothing special but a few exchange of greetings and meeting people, friends or families. Although... he did got back from finally meeting his brother... Though they weren't in the best of condition and for Rulf, many things have happened already. The war, the needy unwell and hurt people, the displacement, bandits, and darkspawns. So much has happened, a metaphorical whirlwind almost. Although... There is one thing about Rulf that only a select few people know and it's this... He can't cry. Not that he won't, but he just can't. Whether it's because of emotional exhaustion or he simply doesn't care? Deep down though despite his faceplate presenting a stoic expression or whether his seemingly aloof half burnt visage's expression... Deep down, his grief is mixed in with what can only be considered fatigue as news of his friend, Grae, has passed. It felt like another thing was missing in his life and another loss he must accept and carry on to preserve what other remaining joy still exists in his... Limited life. "Auf wiedersehen, Grae. It's been fun, meine freundin... Gott what am I supposed to tell Frau Hauptmann..."
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OOC ((MC Name: ToxicMarauder )) ((Discord: wearyone2 )) ((Timezone: PST )) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Rulf Bypharrk Mondblume Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I'm friends with Gwen Kagura (Xein000) who is also a Void Mage and I myself am interested in learning void magics... and perhaps maybe form some meaningful connection if given the chance. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? I practice currently with House Magery and Alchemy, other crafts and skills I have are Baking, smithing... also I'm an apothecary and a licensed Practitioner of the Aevosi Medical Coalition. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? For now, Practicus, because I only have a surface level of understanding when it comes to Voidalism When should you be contacted for an interview? Preferrably at this Saint's point in time (Sunday 5:30pm PST or Whole day of Monday, On other days it's around 10:00 pm on other days)
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An armored man in Green rests somewhere as he looks out the window of Jun Lei or the gates of Petra... reading this missive, Rulf felt a sense of Nostalgia seeing his elven baby sister being the dreamer that she was since her childhood... oh how those were the innocent times, back then. He only hopes that this project, should it succeed, prosper and not lose sight of its goal nor roots. May the downtrodden and those who struggle, but lost endure and be givevn a beacon of light and hope.
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I do have one question, due to the vulnerability to Aurum now, would. Non-klones who regular descendants who lost their limbs but were given Grafted flesh as replacement, would it also inflict the same searing pain? I can see like an interesting rp dynamic where, even though darkspawn testing is for the most part useless, could mistake a regular non klone descendant as a darkspawn simply because of this.
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Rulf was never a big fan of the church... never since the fall of the former East. He didn't care nor did he want to at the time when he first came to Aevos, but to witness the barbarity of the Uruks who hide behind the Thin Veil of 'Honor' and the Church who seeks Unity through unjustified power. But now he does... and he's harbored hatred and disdain for these two. He may put on a face under his Faceplate and play along and feign an Amicable front to them, but deep down he Hates the Barbaric Uruks of Krugistan and he Abhors the Tyrannical Church. Despite being banished from the nation that no longer loves him for his Sins and his nigh long life service, nulled, to the former Sovereign state and new Recently recognized Kingdom. He will fight for the Covenant against the Pontifical Tyrants, for Freedom is what he hold dearly in his heart as a Waldenian. But this... he must remain silent of his allegiance when not in the fight. -
Rulf would be hit with a sense of grief hearing Tomas's passing... there was... an established bond... despite it being severed. He could only wish he spent more time with him while he still could, but alas. "Auf wiedersehen, Goodbye Forever." Rulf would only bid him.
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "I don't have much to share about myself, I've effectively become a nomad after scrounging up lost, but serviceable equipment throughout my journey. I've not much to my name and I... don't have anyone, no friends no family who can help me... not after I decided to leave for my own selfish reasons." "I was born to a family in a small village of Waldenia, we own a small bakery and I would help the family business when I was young. Not just that, but I was also a part of a Militia to keep the village safe during our rotations. Overall, I had a very stable, yet humble life. It's just... at the time I desired more in what life has to offer..." "When a group of adventurers and mercenaries passed by, I would over hear their stories of adventure and grandeur, it inspired me to break free from the mundane and strike out on my own. I was a part of a militia and I thought I was capable even if my training was minimal. Overall the prospects seemed promising and even exciting too. So that's when I decided to leave everything behind at the age of 19 and began my own daring adventure." "At first I thought I could make it big somewhere, but I've not seen any success in this venture and I've become weary as the day and nights go on my lonesome... I wish I can go back to a more peaceful and comforting life like I used to back then, it's been about 7 years already and somhow I'm still alive, but now it just feels like nothing in the world matters anymore but my own safety and survival." "I just wish whatever gods out there will hear my plea for help and grant me peace that I so sought for in these grim dark times... maybe new friends and companinons who will assist me on my journey through... maybe something to believe or fight for even...?" "If one thing is to be sure... if my death is inevitable, I'd like to have some meaning to my life, even if it may seem small or insignificant."
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) A Ragged man enters the tent, he had with him pieces of scraps or scavenged equipment that were worned out, although young, he did seemed as if he was aged from hiw weariness and fatigue. He took a deep sigh as he entered and sat across from her as he placed his knapsack down next to him, with the candle being the only thing between the two of them. As he sat looking at her readying himself to tell her his story, "My name is Rulf Bypharrk... I don't have much to share about myself, I've effectively become a nomad after scrounging up lost, but serviceable equipment throughout my journey. I've not much to my name and I... don't have anyone, no friends no family who can help me... not after I decided to leave for my own selfish reasons." He ponders on what else he could maybe share with her... maybe something from his childhood or maybe something from his adoloscent days? "I was born to a family in a small village of Waldenia, we own a small bakery and I would help the family business when I was young. Not just that, but I was also a part of a Militia to keep the village safe during our rotations. Overall, I had a very stable, yet humble life. It's just... at the time I desired more in what life has to offer..." He said to her with a hint of angst in mis voice, a bit embarassed, as he scratched the back of his head around my nape as he steeled his nerves to explain further... "When a group of adventurers and mercenaries passed by, I would over hear their stories of adventure and grandeur, it inspired me to break free from the mundane and strike out on my own. I was a part of a militia and I thought I was capable even if my training was minimal. Overall the prospects seemed promising and even exciting too. So that's when I decided to leave everything behind at the age of 19 and began my own daring adventure." At this point it's just painful silence as he looked to the hag, seeing no visible reaction or response... the awkwardness is really hurting me, but it's not as if he'll lose anything by just sharing his "self pity" story. "At first I thought I could make it big somewhere, but I've not seen any success in this venture and I've become weary as the day and nights go on my lonesome... I wish I can go back to a more peaceful and comforting life like I used to back then, it's been about 7 years already and somhow I'm still alive, but now it just feels like nothing in the world matters anymore but my own safety and survival." It was at this point, he felt bits of tears welling up and he can feel something in his throat as he loses a bit of his composure explaining himself, "Gods I feel pathetic right now..." he thought to himself, wiping his tears and hoped that the hag could only assumed he wiped his sweat as he buried his face into his arm before continuing. "I just wish whatever gods out there will hear my plea for help and grant me peace that I so sought for in these grim dark times... maybe new friends and companinons who will assist me on my journey through... maybe something to believe or fight for even...?" he regains his composure and this time, he looked right into hag's face with as much conviction he could muster within... "If one thing is to be sure... if my death is inevitable, I'd like to have some meaning to my life, even if it may seem small or insignificant. If I'm lucky enough, then maybe... just maybe I can live peacefully." He said proudly awaiting a response from the hag.
