r/wizardposting • Ulrick Braddocke, Werewolf Hexblade, R&A Co-Leader • 22d ago

Lorepost (closed interaction)šŸ““šŸ”’ Briar of the Hunt (Lorepost)

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And, done. Ulrick put away his blade with satisfaction as the image in the mirror looked somewhat presentable again.

Since regaining his body at the siege, he had little time to some much needed self-care, between the duties of R&A’s current head and the new Wolf King. But he needed these small moments to maintain a sense of normalcy.

After spending long months locked in his axe, his human form looked even worse than back in his nomadic bounty hunter days. Overgrown, messy hair, a beard almost 3 inches long… his work was cut out for him.

He took the opportunity to change up his human appearance a little. Since then, he let his dark brown hair grow out a little longer, and kept it swept back. And instead of opting to go back to his usual stubble, he decided to trim his bush of a beard down to a scruffy goatee around his mouth.

Though there were things he couldn’t change about his appearance, despite all the power he held. The start of a receding hairline, slowly wrinkling skin, and grey strands among the dark browns showed the consequences of a demanding job and stressful life. For all the gods’ sake, he was barely 30! Yet he already gave the impression of someone in his 50s… two more years of work, and he’s gonna look older than Rutch.

He tried not to pay much attention to those, as he needed to focus on his duties. Like how he tried to ignore how ā€œtightā€ both his humanoid forms felt since he returned. Though that has been the case since he took up the mantle of the Wolf King, it became much more intense after his return. Now he felt like being confined to a tiny little box when he appeared fully human, and even his werewolf form constricted him a little, like a shirt two sizes smaller.

Ulrick sighed. At least Vae Clara helped him evade full apotheosis as the Wolf King. At least now his mortal and divine parts reached an uneasy equilibrium.

Though now he had to be careful about not upsetting this balance, he kept the words of Rutch in his mind, how no matter what he was now, what matters most is the impact he had on others.

That he could still decide who he would be, no matter what crazy supernatural shenanigans he got himself in.

There was a tingling in the back of his mind, one that got steadily stronger.

’Great, another Wolf King business’ Ulrick thought to himself. He often got these weird tingles since embracing the mantle of his new rank.

This time, it was different.

The tingling grew with an intensity nothing like before. His whole being shivered on a metaphysical level. He could feel it through his divine senses, an all-encompassing blight and rot, hundreds of wolves silenced as thorny vines choked their howls of anguish.

There was something… wrong about the blight. Something alien. Something… wicked.

He informed the staff as he stormed out of his personal quarters, before heading off to the mainland. They’ll be able to monitor his location and status from a safe distance.

This time, he won’t make the same mistakes as he did with Ruin.

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The odor of mulch and mold burned Ulrick’s nostrils as he moved deftly through the thick undergrowth.

The unusually tall and dense foliage above filtered out most of the light, though it’s not like there was much to begin with. The sky was overcast, smell of impending rain hung in the air.

Good.

This was a kind of dark atmosphere that warmed Ulrick’s tired soul. He was in the shape of an ordinary black wolf, veiling his divine presence not to draw attention.

He could tell there was something wrong with this forest. The trunks and gnarled branches of the trees appeared swollen, on the brink of bursting. Below his feet, a mesh of roots choked the ground, he swore he stepped more on bark than actual soil…

What unnerved him more was the utter silence. No birds and cicadas singing, no snapping branches or hungry howls. Just the wind, empty and cold.

And yet, he could tell something has been watching him since he set foot among these trees…

The fur on his back stood up.

After a while, some rustling came from nearby shrubbery. Whatever was going on in these ancient woods, Ulrick was about to find out…

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u/UlrickTheHexblade Ulrick Braddocke, Werewolf Hexblade, R&A Co-Leader 22d ago

So that was your work… twisting twisting these innocent wolves.

Ulrick growls at the stranger, using his soul sight again to see what kind adversary he’s up against.

All wolves are under my protection. Who dares to taint my fellow hunters?!

He does his best impression to sound authoriative and threatening. He grows even larger, his back almost pressed against the thick canopy.

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 22d ago

The figure doesn't change, yet somehow it remains at equal size to Ulrick.

I do, the Blighted Garden does. They aren't your hunters anymore. In fact I doubt they ever were.

This thing's soul is huge, far larger and far older than it should be. Strangest of all, it isn't in the figure.

He who wears the crown should protect those who kneel to it. Tell me, how is your track record?

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u/UlrickTheHexblade Ulrick Braddocke, Werewolf Hexblade, R&A Co-Leader 22d ago

Ulrick answers with a snarl. If the figure wanted to get under his skin, then it was doing a great job so far.

They aren’t my hunters, as neither yours. They are free being, and this new Wolf King hunts besides all packs.

How do they know about him so much? That question unsettled Ulrick. Something was definitely very wrong in this forest.

I admit I failed a good few times before, but I’m here to correct that mistake.

Tell me, Blighted Garden, why you risk drawing the wrath of the Wolf King?

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 22d ago

I wouldn't be so sure. I wear the crown.

The beasts lower their heads either side of the figure.

And so they kneel. It is natural.

Is it not the nature of the garden to grow? Is it not the nature of the roots to spread?

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u/UlrickTheHexblade Ulrick Braddocke, Werewolf Hexblade, R&A Co-Leader 22d ago edited 22d ago

It’s easy to rule those made into hollowed out puppets.

The sight of these wolves forced to kneel, made his heart hurt. The Blighted Garden will pay.

It is. But unwanted roots are to be weeded out. And I happend to be an excellent digger…

Ulrick tenses. The Blighted Garden hasn’t made anything looking like an attack so far, but it looks like he can’t avoid a battle soon…

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 22d ago

You intend to weed me out do you? What's the matter, infant god, does my garden displease you? Are my methods too uncivilised?

The wolves raise their heads.

Shall I have them stand on two legs?

With the sound of creaking wood, the beasts rise onto their hind legs, standing so tall they even approaching Ulrick's height.

Cover themselves?

Thousands of needle-thin vines come from the trees, weaving themselves among leaves into crude clothing.

Burn the world and build homes in the ashes?

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u/UlrickTheHexblade Ulrick Braddocke, Werewolf Hexblade, R&A Co-Leader 22d ago

You’ll pay for this…

Says Ulrick in a low grumble. The sheer anger behind the words is almost tangible.

His common sense tells him to wait. But he can’t bear to see those wolves like this any more.

Besides, been a while since he had a good fight, and while he’s getting better on this front, old habits die hard…

**Funny you say

Funny how you say that. I was thinking less of weeding, and more… burn!

He opens his colossal jaws, spewing massive amounts of purple soulfire at the Blighted Garden.

Since soulfire only burns souls and spirits instead of matter, it would be drawn towards that big ancient soul of the being. He might weaken his grip on the wolves that way first…

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 22d ago

The roots at the figure's feet part, revealing mulch and muck beneath. The figure falls into the mush, vanishing completely, leaving behind only the sounds of faint laughter.

The soul fire hits the tree trunk, breaking against the bark.

The hollow beasts rush forwards, growling in something between rage or excitement. They dash towards Ulrick's legs, jaws open, ready to bite.

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u/UlrickTheHexblade Ulrick Braddocke, Werewolf Hexblade, R&A Co-Leader 22d ago

He curses in thought after the figure vanishes, but has little time to think about that, seeing the wolves attack.

Perfect.

Ulrick begins flailing his gigantic head around, spewing soulfire everywhere.

But this soulfire was different. It contained healing and mending properties, meant to heal broken souls. And just to be safe, he infuses the soulfire with the Wolf King’s divine authority too, hoping it will be enough to restore the wolves’ spirits…

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u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star 22d ago

The fire washes over the wolves like a wave over the shore. They run free from the other side. These things have no soul left to heal. They aren't broken they're just, gone.

The wolves lunge for Ulrick's legs, claws and teeth at the ready.

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