The Cult of Ulric has many followers, particularly in the great city-state of Middenheim. Amongst the most devout are known as the Wolf-Kin – fanatical warrior bands who wander the North of the Empire looking for servants of ruin. Ulbrecht was a member of one such band once.
After one battle with a tribe of man-beasts, his band celebrated in honour of Ulric. Much ale was drunk, war songs were sung and Ulric was pleased. However when Ulbrecht woke up, he was surrounded by the remains of his brothers – and he was soaked in blood.
Knowing only combat and prayers to Ulric, Ulbrecht could not comprehend what had happened. He stumbled panicked into the woodland and was soon set upon by vile beasts wielding crude weapons of black steel – Ulbrecht felt it; the touch of his god, the touch of the wolf and he changed.
After tearing the beastmen limb from limb Ulbrecht felt the call to head to Mordheim – he would find much evil to destroy in the name of Ulric there, and his god had given him the strength to do it.
This is a (very) old Citadel Werewolf mini that I picked up long ago on a whim.
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