Wulfric Warbow

[Warbow]

First character for UO Requiem, no experience on the shard.

Wulfric Warbow

Although young, Wulfric is large for his age. Wulfric is tall and powerful but, can move silently when needs. His face is tan and is rarely indoors. He has black hair and brown eyes.

To young Wulfric, life has been unkind. Eking out a meagre living with his father, he has learned very quickly how to look out for himself in the borderlands of Ghaenthgran. His father, an archer, has taught him well and at eighteen Wulfric is a keen and able bowman. His father taught him how to fletch and he prefers to make his own arrows. Wulfric is happier knowing each arrow he uses will be true.

Young, loyal and skilled, it's not long before Wulfric finds himself following in his father's footsteps, working as an archer in Roenhelm's Gap. But tragedy strikes when his commander commits a devastating deed, and Wulfric is forced to make a life altering decision.

Wulfric seeks a second chance & a new beginning in his journey to the first province. The quarantine zone represents adventure, risk and reward. Seeking fortune, fleeing the past, or marching to his doom, Wulfric is young enough not to know better.

“By decree of the Venerated Church, the First Province is a mortal health hazard, and as such, is quarantined under Article Eighteen of the Republic Treatise of Health Act of 1320."

Wulfric had spent the last of his funds to obtain a counterfeit Quarantine Visa. The Niunasian forger he'd met before entering Rumbling Pass reminded him of a Katrina's river rat. Wulfric had few options and he had chosen least worst of many bad. The document looked official. He would soon find out.

"Citizens who do not possess a Quarantine Visa issued by one of the recognized Factions of the Republic are considered non-essential to the reclamation of the First Province. Under Article Eighteen, non-essentials seeking entry into an official quarantine zone must petition for entry into a said zone, and state just cause for the issuing of a Quarantine Visa by the perimeter authority.”

Wulfric put his hand to the pendant hidden underneath his tunic. There were many peddlers of trinkets and cure-alls promising protection from the torment. Wulfric cared little for superstition. He thought it brought him luck and it had belonged to his grandfather. His mother descended from Volgens like most in Ghaenthgran. His father had joked of some black sheep on his side of the family.

“State your business and make it quick, citizen; we’ve enough bodies in there to keep us busy for years without adding yours to the pile, and those VIC are stirring up problems something fierce as of late.”

"I'm an archer," Wulfric stated more loudly than he intended. The officiant's eyebrows raised for him to continue. Wulfric cleared his throat "Well, you see, my uncle's second wife's father is a merchant he needs some men at arms to guard his caravan, but he's had trouble finding competent..."

The officiant grabs the Quarantine Visa from Wulfric's hand and stamps it, "Next!"

Wulfric squints at the officiant with his mouth open for a moment. He had prepared all night memorizing his story to gain entrance. Unsure about the second wife part he had an elaborate story about his aunt's lazy eye. Knowing to keep his mouth shut, Wulfric takes his visa and walks...

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