Recent content by Wulfric

Wulfric didn't quite understand what had happened. One moment the knife was in his hand, and the next the big kid was waving it at the red-haired apprentice. Was the six year old truly so powerless? The red-haired mage incinerated what was once his spoon, and it made Wulfric sad. Then there was...

Wulfric had taken a bite of gruel awaiting Selene Avar's answer before Callarn started shoving his face down. "What are you doing?" He yelped. His first instinct was to push against the force that came down on him, but his little neck was no match for the big kid's arm. His arms began to flail...

"Well make it a skinny knife then!" Annoyance was starting to grit through the voice of the instructor. Wulfric wanted to play with her a little more, but then his stomach made an audible groan. It was time to eat. "Okay." Wulfric responded, and put his other hand on what would be the blade of...

Wulfric continued to march towards the giant carnivorous plants, his shield molding and shifting to protect not only himself, but the two apprentices at his sides from archer fire. Truth be told, he had little clue as to how he would deal with the plants when he got to them, but Wulfric kept...

The earth underneath Wulfric began to shake. An exotic attack. Wulfric made a split-second decision on whether the attack was meant to disorient, or simply open the earth and swallow the other dreadlords. He chose the former. "To me!" Wulfric screamed, then knelt and thrust his shield into the...

"A knife! Not a nail, a knife!" The overseer screeched. Wulfric, a mere six years of age, had only been at the academy a couple of months. "I'm hungry." Wulfric responded. He wasn't the only one. There were a couple dozen kids his age in the class being attended to by a pair of overseers. They...

While House Virak had brought two of their dreadlords in case the knife-ears brought resistance, they were not the only mages brought today. Wulfric, and some other apprentices, had also been called upon to serve. Several promising young mages saw this opportunity as an audition, and had hoped...

Simple fire rune. Seventy five for a basic dagger. Wulfric was fighting conflicting interests now. "Fire run hunh? I can do that." Wulfric responded. "You know if there's any magic in there you'll have to refuel it right? Magic's End and all that." The laws of magic were to be respected, lest...

Straight and smooth, but not for combat? Wulfric generally thought a serrated edge was good for utility, especially when it came to cutting ropes and other things that were more corded than homogeneous. "Truth be told, I don't get as much time on the forge as I'd like. Spend far more time...

Wulfric scowled underneath his helmet as he and Drederick Archanis were spoken of like second-class citizens. Talked around like they weren't present, or children told to hold their tongues. "We've lost good men today. Not just apprentices either. Everyone whose made it to this church has made...

Wulfric was joined by Gurnam. The man surprised him, asking for a dagger but saying he preferred to rely on magic. He didn't appear to wearing Anirian armor, or sporting a crest. He didn't carry himself like a dreadlord, but all people who showed talent in Vel Anir were conscripted as...

Wulfric rushed out of the decaying house, and into the church. He kept his spear and shield ready for assault, but managed to evade any complications with the rising goblins, aided by the work of Drederick, @Florinthe, and Zana. As he rushed in he found a column, pushed on it a little to test...

Not only was the assailant well armed, he was quick, and incredibly strong. Wulfric suspected his armor had something to do with that. Spears and crossbow bolts had little effect on the traveler, his bronze armor still gleaming in the sunlight. He had aimed to use the point of his sword to...

Tink! Tink! Wulfric wasn’t supposed to be here. Dreadlords were battlemages, not crafts-man. But even dreadlords had days off. For apprentices like him, it was sup-posed to be once a week until a mentor was assigned, then it was under thementor’s discretion. In reality it had...

Wulfric used his magic to bring the steel in his hook closer and closer to the beast as he traveled through the air. Soon enough he was dangling perhaps half a foot from the beast's rib cage, and an idea struck him. The creature had a giant gem where it's heart should have been, that emanated a...