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Growing up on the hilly area of Myrtana, on the familly land, surrounded by other's relatives houses and lands, Kulf was enjoying a peaceful life yet dull. He was resourceful when it came down to solving issues or putting his mind into a challenge but this paled in comparison to his good heart. A heart that was always overshadowing his mind, thinking first about the good of others rather than his own skin.
He cherished the life he lived but wanted more, feeling his purpose was somewhere else, and not dying of old age around the house. Being a person guided by good, he was inclined to things being ordered, matters solved objectively and backed by facts not speculation, and making sure that safety is ensured... all these values that were as principles for him could be found in the life of a militia man, although skeptical at first if this was a fairy tale without cracks of corruption in it.
Not backing of he pursued these career. Enlisted, went through the initial process of recruitment, both physical and theoretical, always trying to keep up with others. Where he lacked in knowledge or energy, perseverance was there to help him out. With time, passing all the obstacles he managed to get into the Recruits, did his time and accomplished the requirements of being promoted to Watchman not without some stories that would mark his life and character being sometimes abused by superiors who enjoyed taking on the lower ranks for their amusement. Like one time when a Lieutenant took him by surprise on a mission with him, where Kulf did all required by the person in charge. Annoyed by this, the Lieutenant came up with an idea: initially gave Kulf his sword, and ordered him to sharpen it so that he could chop anything he wants. Kulf did what he was asked of but when they came to the carcass of a boar the sword did not slash through the thick skin. In response, the lieutenant asked for his hand and told him in a creepy tone: You sharpened it right?? It's cutting through the boar right?? It shouldn't cut through your hand also right?? all of this while swinging Kulf's hand over his sword, cutting almost to his bone, blood spilling all over... but Kulf couldn't do anything but endure not to risk a more severe punishement.
Going through the ranks of a Watchman he came to a crossroads in his life. From this point he had three options, but only one kept itching in the back of his mind... the one of a Watchmaster, one where he could be above others, more closer to the superiors that abused him at every chance, a chance where he could prove he can do better, fight against the system more than he could then. The task was difficult, he knew, but this was his chance... or was it? Everything seemed business as usual. He did his duties he was asked, the learned about the laws and procedures, he prepared physically and mentally and then it came, the day after all of the exams, the day where the new promoted would be announched. All gathered to hear their names on the list. One by one they were named, the list getting closer to the part where Kulf was going be called (it was alphabetical order)... all names with G finished, all with H finished, all with I finished...all with K finished, all with L finished... and so on...and Kulf was struck... he didn't pass... the thing he wanted the most escaped through his hands like sand... he couldn't believe it... he didn't want to believe it... his purpose then vanished, all of his thoughts gone... but one. He went back to the barracks, no words, no emotions, not a peep... he closed his eyes and did another number of steps then stopped. He opened his eyes again, and saw a path of peace... a peace that was 4 stories away from him. Then one word was popping on repeat in his head... jump....jump....jump...he closed his eyes, still hesitant of what he wanted to do, still thinking how most of this colleagues managed to pass the exam but not him... but maybe it wasn't his time right now. He almost did it, but still had to process all that happened, all the memories he had from home, from the days of his previous rank, all the abuse from his current rank... maybe that was a sign from the universe that he needs to wait a bit more... wait a bit more until a hand grasped his arm and broke him from his trance. It was one of his colleagues, that accidentally went back to the barracks and caught Kulf on the edge, just standing there... an accident that saved his life.
Now, guilty with his failure, not wanting to show his face to his family but at least not wishing to end his suffering and his life he asked to be transferred somewhere else, somewhere where he could try again seeing eventually like the a guiding hand from behind that instead of pushing him off the edge, pulled him back for an extra chance.
Freshly arriving in Khorinis, he starts a new chapter waiting to find out what awaits for him in this place, far away from home.
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