Description
Smaller than most duergar, she has a wiry frame. Her ash gray skin is
marked by scars, including a jagged slash across her left cheek and
eye. Her black hair, streaked with gray, is tightly braided and rests
over one shoulder. Her blackened armor, battered and worn, fits close
to her form and is covered in scratches and dents. The runes on her
gauntlets are crudely defaced, leaving jagged, chaotic markings. A
tattered black cloak hangs loosely from her shoulders. At her belt is
a pair of weathered throwing axes and a jagged sword with a chipped
blade rests strapped to her back.
Role
The Weight of Betrayal
Added Sat Mar 22 17:20:20 2025 at level 15:
Born in the harsh depths of Aran'gird, Utek built her life around one
unyielding belief: Honor is strength, and strength is survival. To Utek,
Honor wasnt about kindness or moralityit was about integrity,
discipline, and the trust forged through shared purpose. Her principles
were simple but absolute: betrayal was the worst weakness, and loyalty
the ultimate proof of ones worth.
Her mate, Thurik, appeared to share these ideals. While Utek dedicated
herself to earning a position among the palace guard, Thurik patrolled
the dangerous edges of the Underdark. Her aspirations led her to the
anti-paladin path, drawn by the promise of elite martial training and
the ability to face the Underdark's worst horrors. It was simply the next
step, a way to enhance her combat abilities though its rigorous lessons
and training. Their bond was forged in strength and trust. Or so Utek
thought. Thurik, for his part, grew distant, bored with the mundane and
seeking ever-riskier patrol assignments.
Thurik's betrayal shattered everything. During his patrols, he was
seduced by the drow necromancer Zal'kithra, who lured him away with
promises of power and influence and... raising a family. Thurik's
growing obsession with her led him to lie about his absences. When she
learned that Zal'kithra had killed him and twisted his corpse into an
undead servant, Utek was consumed by rage and shame. Thurik hadn't just
betrayed their bond. He had desecrated everything Utek believed defined
strength and Honor.
Dishonor hit Utek like a ton of bricks. She saw herself tainted by
association with Thurik's disgrace, and the whispers of ridicule that
spread through Aran'gird proved unbearable. Though she had begun to
train as an anti-paladin, Utek renounced the guilds arcane foundations,
unwilling to let magic define her path. She refused to return to the
guildhall, choosing instead to continue refining her combat skills
independently.
Exiled and furious, Utek channeled her pain into a relentless drive to
prove herself. She began hunting mages, determined to demonstrate that
true strength needed no arcane crutches. Her quest for vengeance became
her proof of worth, her scars a testament to her refusal to be broken.
Though she retains elements of her anti-paladin training, Utek views
herself as disconnected from the guild's structure and guided solely by
her own ideals.
Every battle against mages fuels her hatred, her drive to prove herself,
and her pursuit of a purpose that feels true to the warrior she wants to
become.
The Space Between
Added Sat Apr 5 17:07:13 2025 at level 25:
It is nothing new. The disbelief, the muttered insults, the exasperated
sighs of those who see her refusal not as defiance, but as ignorance.
"Fool." "Idiot." "Pitiful."
The words come like a slow, inevitable tide. They scoff, they dismiss,
they judge because to them, her power is only worth wielding if it
comes from magic, from something beyond her own body and steel.
Even the victors shake their heads, sighing as if watching a pitiful
display, an unfortunate waste of effort.
"You die more than anyone I've seen," one mutters in disbelief.
Utek shrugs, wiping dried blood from her fingers. "Bones break, but they
heal stronger."
A pause.
She exhales. "My bones are very strong."
Still, they sigh. Still, they shake their heads, watching as she takes
another step forward, as though waiting for her to finally admit she is
fighting a battle she cannot win.
She never does.
Her strength is her own. Her weapons, her own. Her victories, hers alone.
Each time, the fall is the same, though the space between becomes more
clear. The silence in between lasts just long enough for the weight of
it to settle. And when she stands again, the damage isnt just gone. It
is something else. Reinforced. Stronger. A body shaped by survival. A
truth that cannot be undone.
It Is Not Impossible
Added Sat Apr 5 17:56:29 2025 at level 25:
She slept among damp stone, blood and filth thick in the air, settling
into her skin like another layer of armor. Rest was not granted, but
earned. Stolen in brief moments between battles.
"Wake."
Sleep shattered like bone beneath steel. Her fingers twitched toward her
axe, an instinct sharpened by too many interruptions ending in blood.
But the voice carried no threat. Only purpose.
Xathanael stood before her.
"There is a meeting of the Iron Legion. Will you be there?"
There was no command in his words. No persuasion. Just the offer, placed
before her.
Utek did not hesitate.
"I would be honored."
Light and Darkness stood together within the shrine. Not as adversaries,
but as brothers and sisters bound by purpose. The paladin and
shapeshifter studied her with measure and quiet scrutiny of warriors
recognizing another.
"What do you fight for," asked the shapeshifter, "What do you protect?"
She had never asked herself that before. Never needed to. Never had
reason to.
Her fingers tightened around her weapon. A moment of reflection.
"I fight to protect the sanctity of battle itself."
Not rehearsed. Not practiced. Just truth.
"Do you seek to join my village?" The voice of Xathanael came again.
"I do," proclaimed Utek.
The paladin and shapeshifter curiously looked on.
Xathanael took in this response. "It is not impossible."
Silence followed. Not judgment. Not dismissal. Just consideration.
"It could be your Legion one day..."
The shrine remained silent as the words settled, the possibility
lingering in the air. Utek did not speak. She did not need to.
Steel Remembers
Added Thu Apr 17 00:18:18 2025 at level 35:
The battlefield does not relent, but Utek knows its lessons are worth
the pain. Each wound, each scar, is a memory etched. Steel remembers
the hands that shape, the blows that sharpen, and the heat that tempers.
She is as the steel she wields, forged and tempered by the blood she
spills. Steel remembers, and so does she.
"To glory, beloved." The voice of Xathanael echoes in her mind. An
unexpected acceptance, he has shown approval and acceptance of the path
she has set upon. Glory is not found in words or gestures but in the
unyielding march forward, step by step, scar by scar.
The Outcast Prince, Veyrdoth, is different. The Drillmaster's dismissal
does not sting, but is expected. Utek's choice to spurn magic is
virtually unheard of, and skepticism comes as regular as the dawn. His
silence is not an insult but a challenge, one she does not need to
answer with words. Her actions, her victories, will speak louder than
any speech. She does not seek his acknowledgment. Instead, she sharpens
herself for the battles ahead, knowing that in time, even he will have
no choice but to recognize her efforts.
She presses forward, not for the approval of others, but to write her
name into the stones of history. Whether for the Iron Legion, the
Battlerager village, or as a wandering blade, her journey is her own,
and she will walk it until the last drop of blood paints the earth.
Steel remembers, and so does she.
Unclaimed Territory
Added Thu May 1 06:47:30 2025 at level 41:
Utek wandered. Aran'gird was no longer home. The surface guild halls she
visited offered insights on her martial training, but never fellowship,
given her choice to shun the arcane. Though she had made headway with
some of the village, she yet had no hut of her own. The welcoming
acceptance had first come from Xathanael and his Iron Legion. A Legion
that might one day be hers as well.
"You still seek a hut?"
The Drillmaster's question came as a surprise after so much silence.
Why had she joined the anti-paladin guild? If granted a hut, what path
would she take? Utek had no answer then. But since that moment, she
realized the truth of what had settled inside her. The rage had never
faded. It had only gathered, waiting to be channeled.
"Yes." Yes, she still wanted a hut.
Another surprise came when the Drillmaster asked Utek to come defend
the Village from an Imperial Anti-Paladin she'd faced a number of times.
One who was often hidden from sight by arcane weaves. Though it meant a
blind fight, she did come and the foe slew her. Utek let Veyrdoth know
that she did not fear a fight. She did not fear to bleed. But that such
a fight, given all the circumstances, was a blind one. He seemed to
understand.
For the first time, Utek briefly fought alongside another, a wood-elf
bard villager. The rhythm of shared combat was unfamiliar, though echoes
of her time as a guard surfaced. The memory of standing in formation,
moving with others, had long since faded. This trip was short-lived, as
a foe from her past came and slew her. The bard retreated with the
agreement the two would once again fight together.
The villager assassin Jralrur was being pinned down at the Village by
two magistrates. Utek came to the ruins and reached out to the assassin.
She, being more hearty and less apt to burn than the felar, would trip
all the traps, clearing the way. Though no kills were made, it was a
first foray into strategy and allowed her a chance to show her
dedication.
Venturing into the waters of the deep, she discovered some necklaces
that altered the water's temperature, warming or cooling it in a way
that left her feeling strangely restored. She took them to Tahren, the
Village smith, seeking understanding. Though he yet again took a free
shot at her, he found no trace of magic in the relics and would not
destroy them. That choice remained hers. She dropped them to the ground
and stomped them to dust with her boot. Something about it had not
seemed right.
Utek continued to wander, training and bleeding. Every drop spilled in
battle was ink to a claim upon the land, each wound a testament to her
defiance. In these unclaimed territories, every fresh scar and bruised
victory marked another stone upon her path. As she reached toward the
pinnacle of her guild, the prospects of pain multiplied.
The challenges would continue.
So would she.
Cracked and Tempered
Added Tue May 20 16:01:31 2025 at level 51:
The battlefield does not remember mercy. It does not care for
regret or hesitation. It only takes, it takes without pause,
and it does not discriminate.
Utek has felt that truth more times than she can count. She has
seen her own blood soak the ground, felt the weight of steel
press against her ribs, and returned to fight again.
Each shattered fragment is like a piece of a shell that still
holds the promise of life. Even when her defenses split, the
yolk of strength remains, renewing her resolve.
There is no shame in breaking. The mistake is in failing to
rebuild. Death before failure.
She has reached the pinnacle of her guild, not by shortcuts,
not by sorcery, but by persistence alone. She has fought
beside villagers who once doubted her, stood against foes who
underestimated her, and stood back up when the world demanded
she fall.
Some see it as folly. Some see it as stubbornness. She does
not care what they see. She only cares that, no matter how
many times she cracks, she tempers herself stronger. She
find victory and on her terms.
She is enough.
Fetid Remembrance
Added Mon Jun 23 18:22:08 2025 at level 51:
After years of searching, Utek finds the silks of Lord Panmorne's
tent. She travels there and offers up prayer, reflecting on her life,
both past and future. Absentmindedly she removes one gauntlet and
reaches into the other, scratching at her wrist, feeling the sharp
edges of a small object.
With a slow, deliberate tug she frees the rotten fragment. It is
Thurik's tooth, torn free when Zalkithra's fury drove his body into
Aran'gird's gates. After the mage's retreat, Utek pried wood from iron
and found this grisly token, wedging it into the gauntlet's joint as
a silent promise. The only part of him to remain with her.
Now its fetid edge scrapes her forearm through the leather lining, a
constant whisper of loss. In its decay she holds a sadness, masked
from all, even herself. A hurt and enduring pain. Her wrist rubbed
raw with itching sores that do not seem to heal.
Ignoring the pain, she tucks the tooth back into her gauntlet and
her hand, slapping the fist to her chest. Though Panmorne surely
knew of her desire, Utek wished a hut in the Battlerager Village, and
it would be right to make that request face to face.
PK Wins
Mar 20, 2025|Lv 15|Galadon|Jralur vs 1: [15] Utek (100%, chop)
Mar 25, 2025|Lv 16|Moudrilar's Monastery|Aistu vs 1: [16] Utek (100%, pound)
Mar 27, 2025|Lv 17|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Nyxeria vs 1: [17] Utek (100%, smash)
Apr 12, 2025|Lv 31|Hamsah Mu'tazz|Vexeria vs 1: [31] Utek (100%, slice)
Apr 15, 2025|Lv 34|Mount Calandaryl|Svaergikt vs 1: [34] Utek (100%, crushing force)
May 12, 2025|Lv 43|Velkyn Oloth|Yhalria vs 1: [43] Utek (100%, claw)
Aug 23, 2025|Lv 51|The Dwarf Forest|Vashaxa vs 1: [51] Utek (0%, cleave) *Cleaved in Half*
PK Deaths
Mar 30, 2025|Lv 18|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [16] Radelia (100%, quick strike)
Mar 31, 2025|Lv 19|Desert of Araile|vs 1: [16] Korushin (100%, wrath)
Apr 3, 2025 |Lv 21|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [20] Thellene (100%, serpent strike)
Apr 3, 2025 |Lv 21|Voralian City|vs 1: [20] Icyero (100%, slap)
Apr 4, 2025 |Lv 22|Silverwood|vs 1: [28] Aalandir (100%, crush)
Apr 4, 2025 |Lv 22|Udgaardian Plains|vs 1: [24] Nixqe (100%, drowning)
Apr 5, 2025 |Lv 24|Darsylon|vs 1: [27] Qylze (100%, slash)
Apr 5, 2025 |Lv 25|The North Road|vs 1: [32] Vimalv (100%, brilliant radiance)
Apr 5, 2025 |Lv 25|The Eastern Road|vs 1: [27] Rthar (100%, punch)
Apr 5, 2025 |Lv 25|The Eastern Road|vs 1: [31] Lofki (100%, black light)
Apr 5, 2025 |Lv 25|Darsylon|vs 1: [26] Xarathis (100%, defilement)
Apr 5, 2025 |Lv 25|Darsylon|vs 1: [26] Xarathis (100%, fatigue)
Apr 6, 2025 |Lv 26|Evermoon Hollow|vs 1: [30] Thellene (100%, smash)
Apr 6, 2025 |Lv 28|Galadon|vs 1: [30] Inwah (100%, cleave)
Apr 6, 2025 |Lv 28|Galadon|vs 1: [31] Xellius (100%, surge of water)
Apr 10, 2025|Lv 30|Darsylon|vs 1: [24] Hokuk (100%, slash)
Apr 13, 2025|Lv 31|The Northern Mountains|vs 1: [36] Faevi (100%, mental jolt)
Apr 13, 2025|Lv 32|Khalid River|vs 1: [36] Zoivuit (100%, wrath)
Apr 19, 2025|Lv 37|The Grove|Utek drowned
Apr 21, 2025|Lv 38|Aldevari|vs 1: [47] Pionice (100%, KB)
Apr 22, 2025|Lv 38|Crystal Island|vs 1: [40] Felyndiira (100%, iceball)
Apr 24, 2025|Lv 38|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [36] Vemunih (100%, pierce)
Apr 25, 2025|Lv 38|Ayr'Trinil, the Arial City|vs 1: [40] Vexeria (100%, lightning bolt)
Apr 27, 2025|Lv 40|South Dairein Settlement|vs 2: [40] Vemunih (75%, stab), [37] Abehnikian (24%)
Apr 28, 2025|Lv 41|Keep of the Fhalaugash|vs 1: [40] Vemunih (100%, stab)
Apr 29, 2025|Lv 41|The Tower of Sorcery|vs 1: [35] Lujoat (100%, punch)
May 1, 2025 |Lv 41|A Virgin Forest|vs 1: [37] Leokas (100%, divine anger)
May 6, 2025 |Lv 42|Waters of the Deep|vs 1: [51] Laeyanna (100%, icy needle)
May 6, 2025 |Lv 42|Voralian City|vs 1: [51] Pionice (100%, KB)
May 8, 2025 |Lv 42|Voralian City|vs 1: [42] Yhalria (100%, KB)
May 8, 2025 |Lv 42|The Battlefield|vs 1: [42] Yhalria (100%, bleeding)
May 9, 2025 |Lv 42|Voralian City|vs 1: [42] Yhalria (100%, crush)
May 10, 2025|Lv 43|Waters of the Deep|vs 1: [42] Yhalria (100%, acid blast)
May 10, 2025|Lv 43|Kteng's Laboratory|vs 1: [51] Bognor (100%, crush)
May 12, 2025|Lv 43|Khalid River|vs 1: [51] Kraittosus (100%, aimed shot)
May 22, 2025|Lv 51|The Imperial Lands|vs 1: [51] Draynil (100%, frigid chop)
May 22, 2025|Lv 51|Mansion of Twilight|vs 1: [51] Kraittosus (100%, surprise attack)
May 27, 2025|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [51] Evlydia (100%, mental assault)
Jun 13, 2025|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [49] Dondonxa (100%, KB)
Jun 25, 2025|Lv 51|The Drogran Hills|vs 1: [47] Sharglarimin (100%, claw)
Jul 6, 2025 |Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [51] Umalint (100%, punch)
Jul 12, 2025|Lv 51|The Dragon Sea|vs 1: [51] Oots (100%, electrified cleave)
Aug 11, 2025|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: [51] Bozphun (100%, KB)