Ulfric Eldergleam

Ulfric Eldergleam is a Human Male that originates from Tovenfeld, a City in Northern Londor.

## Biographical Information

### Parents

Mateo Eldergleam (Deceased)Elisif Tulon (Deceased)

## The Start

Ulfric Eldergleam was the son of a miner and a professor. They’re family was poor and lived in the docks of a very popular education and magic school town. Even with their situation, Mateo and Elisif gave him the best life possible. This didn’t change the reality of them living in the lower middle class of Tovenfeld. Ulfric got into many many fights, even though  not an inherently violent person. Murder in the part of town they lived in was normal and almost ignored, a fact Ulfric hated much. Ulfric was always very close with his father, as his mother was often teaching, or, not to the knowledge of Ulfric or Mateo, selling her body in brothels. Ulfric often spent his time out on the streets, he always knew, even though a normal in this part of Tovenfeld, killing was a crime, and it made him weak. His mother taught him bits of ice magic, though he was never good at it, he was able to create shields or cast bolts of it. But what really interested Ulfric, was his fathers teachings of the dragons and ancient tongues, capable of casting spells without a staff. They were verbal incantations of magic. Ulfric was so invested in this, he could sit for hours just listening.

## The Betrayed

As he grew, he noticed the absence of his mother, and one day decided to follow her home from the university, straight to the brothel. The facts of everything that happened in his early life settled in, she came home drunk, she was out late, and fought with his father. It all made sense now. He dropped to his knees, his axe clanged against the ground. His mother turned to see him. She gasped and tried to run over and hug him. He shoved her away and ran away to a little hole in the wall bar where he and his friends often spent their time. As he entered, he could feel people watching him. He looked to the rooftops, 4 or 5 hooded figures with symbols of the university there in town but he’d continue in.

After a night to calm down, Ulfric would head home to his crappy little home in the docks of Tovenfeld. The door, he would find, was wide open. He’d rush inside to see what he thought was a nightmare. His father. Dead. With his mother standing over him, surrounded by the cloaked figures from before. He held his axe to his chest, the one his father gave to him, he cried hysterically.

“My Baby, my son. Don’t cry, we can go live in the university now! Life will be... Better now!” She’d run to Ulfric and hug him. She was ok doing this, Ulfric wouldn’t harm a fly.

“Join Us. Come with your mother, Boy.” The 5 cloaked figures would say simultaneously.

“Your father held you back, with those silly teachings of dragons and ancient tongues.”

“MY FATHER WAS NOT HOLDING ME BACK!” he’d scream through tears.

“IF YOU WANT MY MOTHER THAN TOO BAD, SHE KILLED MY FATHER AND THAT IS UNFORGIVABLE!”

He’d push her off of him, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face and lift his two handed, specially engraved axe and slice her across the torso. Once She’d fall to the ground, taking her final breathes, Ulfric would kneel down next to her and pray to The Flame. He’d hug her with tears streaming down his face in her final moments. He’d look to the cloaked figures, who watched in horror. They never thought Ulfric Eldergleam would kill someone in such a manor, much less his mother. They attempted to escape in a moment.

“BY THE WILL OF THE FLAME, YOU ARE SUBJECT TO MY JUDGEMENT!” He’d scream as flames would arise from the mere breath the cold air around him would condensate. The last of the cloaked figures would be caught before they could leave, screaming in agony as they burnt alive, as Ulfric watched over, emotionless. As he’d burn to a crisp.

## Life Goes On

Ulfric would build a raft for his parents, laying them there and casting them into the ocean, before firing a burning arrow, declaring their souls to become one with the sea. He would lift his bag and begin his journey, to seek purpose, to seek a meaning. To seek… Redemption...

### The Slave City of Potosh, Tu'la

Ulfric ran away from that big city of Tovenfeld, only to find himself in an ever bigger city, Named Potosh in Tu’la. He was poor, nothing to his name, he did odd jobs for cash just to get by. From a guard for a private military temporarily, to a janitor, to his most common and valuable trade: Supply Running. From legal to illegal, anyone in his part of the city went to him. He was reliable, quick, cunning, the best of his craft. He was nicknamed Nightingale as a cover name for his times doing illegal business. Finishing one of his jobs he was walking to a common bar for many criminals and “underlings' ' as the nobles and guards would call them. He sat at the half empty bar and got his usual, Whiskey on the rocks. The bar was quiet, other than the low volume music from the band off in a corner of the bar. In the moment that Ulfric looked over at the band, the doors opened to the bar, and 3 Royal Guards and a Noble walked in. Everyone stands, Everyone except Ulfric who continued to Sip his drink, inattentive to the commotion behind him. The Noblewoman would then Call Out:

“Might I find a certain… Nightingale present in this bar?” to no response.

“Maybe someone named… Ulfric Evergleam… Of Tovenfeld?” any small noises in the crowd dropped dead silent. The noble looked directly at Ulfric. It was all a stunt, she knew who Ulfric was the whole time.

“C’mere. Now. We gotta talk.” The noble would say in a demanding tone.

Ulfric would stand from his chair and walk out of the bar surrounded by the royal soldiers to speak to the Noble.

“I Know what you do, “Firefeet”” She would say in a mocking sort of tone.

“You don’t just run supplies, You help people too, you Move people.” She would follow up, with almost tears welling up behind her Gold and Red, Masquerade style mask.

Ulfric would follow up quickly “It’s none of your business what I-”

“Shut Up, 3 ingots of Balinthar Iron for the Job.” The Noble cut him off.

“Fine. What am I doing?” Ulfric said with a sigh.

### Fault in Return

The Noble would go on to explain the details, His fiance was captured by the Head of a prominent Mafia in the area named The Saberteeth. Ulfric went to their hideout in the local area, Find her fiance and extract her to a provided site. The Job was relatively easy, Got in, Found the Girl, Get out. Only problem was, The fiance to the noblewoman, Ayda, did not want to go back. She hated the Noble, The life of being a noble, she was married off by another prominent crime syndicate to join the two families. Ulfric, while saying he didn’t care, and giving her back to her fiance, he felt remorse. As he walked off with the iron, he opened the parcel, seeing only 2 bars, he was promised 3. He turned around to confront the noble to her screaming at her Ayda.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YOU COULD HAVE DIED AND RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME.” She screamed at Ayda and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the floor. Ulfric saw this and remembered the times his mother would hit his father, and run full speed towards the noble. Two Guards would put themselves between the two, causing Ulfric to stop, plant his feet, and cast a whip-like wave of flame at the two, sending them into the walls to the right and the left. He would fling himself at the noble, throwing her into the wall behind her, destroying said wall. Ulfric lifted Ayda onto his back and began to make an escape. He got far, before being stopped by a force of 30 and the leader of the Saberteeth, Johnny Saber.

“We Found Her. She’s Mine. Not your’s, Not that Noble Prick’s… Mine! Give her up and we will maybe spare you.” He would say condescendingly with a Grin.

“No. Piss off. She’s coming with me, And we’re leaving.” Ulfric would shout back. Johnny Saber was livid, but kept his cool. And flicked his hand at the two of them. In that moment, What felt like 100 arrows hailed upon them, Ulfric did his best to move out of the way. He thought he avoided the arrows, and looked to Ayda, who had an arrow straight through her skull, Dead.

Ulfric would lay her body down, Pray over her body and stand, Ashes arising from the floor before disappearing from the scene leaving an Enraged Mafia Leader, a Dead Acquaintance and a failed Noblewoman. UIfric had made many enemies that evening, with nobody to stand in his corner.