Recent content by Ultuk Barna

“This Sayyiduna must truly be remarkable. I must say, I appreciate the honor of serving such an individual. Not everywhere is my quest received so well. There are many who would not even see me, let alone bring me in.” Ultuk’s gaze wandered high as he covered his eyes. Then returning them lower...

Ultuk barely restrained a chuckle at the Swallow’s question. “No! No. You are quite right on that front. Many of my brethren bring their bloodlust with them, but not all. Depending on tribe, it really comes down to whether they embrace the rage and our heritage of war, or whether they embrace...

This was indeed an odd journey for Ultuk. It had been some months since he had left his work in the Aberresai Savannah. There had been promising leads, and he had taken many notes and sketches on another variant of the wasting disease. He had even had a brief run-in with a far more rare and...

(OOC: No worries!) Ultuk saw the pain in Mara's eyes, and heard it in her voice. It was a pain he was altogether familiar with. Then Theo expressed his worry at the personal cost this was taking out of Mara and himself. She was clearly not yet ready for what had to be done, a part of her...

"You may ride with myself, Theo. Or I can lead the horse you ride. Whichever you would prefer." But hearing the affirmation of his plan, he began breaking down the shelter and gathering the pieces that might be salvaged for later use. It was not a lengthy process, and by the time Mara had...

Ultuk rose to the sounds and smells of the early morning. Namely, the sound of someone stoking the flames, and the smell of burnt flesh. The latter troubled him more than the former. If the stench of the dead from last night hadn't faded, he might be worse off than he had initially thought. He...

"Thank you." Ultuk noted the ease of muscles from Mara as she settled into the shelter. Hearing Theo's response, he added, "As he said, any of us here would render aid. You do not deserve a death from exposure or disease." In his mind he thought back his reason for being in the world. An...

Ultuk lay in the dirt, and watched as fire consumed flesh. The sight was accelerated compared to what he had seen before, and as the cold wind blew on the beach, he caught the smell. It was a fragrance he was familiar with, though it was a lifetime ago. It was a good raid. Qadur had avenged the...

Ultuk rose to his feet at the sound of the horsemen and grasped his spear. The three that remained near the fire were quickly surrounded, and then the leader made his demands. Gold. It was always gold. Theodoric attempted to negotiate, a tactic Ultuk knew would not work. They had the numbers and...

"...I..." His response hung in his mouth. Shame at his defensive nature, he continued. "Do well, Mara Ithrennyn. If more are to be found, bring them to me. I might aid their spark back." _________________________________________________________________ So, both the she-Helad had stings. "I...

Ah, the Helad is a mere scavenger. Ultuk curled his lip and clenched his fist. There is no honor in stealing from the dead, better that she be laid to rest with them. His former calm almost forgotten, he began to gauge the distance to his spear when the keeper of peace began to speak once more...

Good, this is good. If I can save this one from a pointless death at the hands of the sea, then today is good. Better to die sword in hand than gasping for air that will not come. Ultuk slowly eased him against a piece of flotsam and let him take the flask, as this one seemed smart enough to not...

The gulls screeched their terrible tune above, approving of the devastation, and the water lapped at the shore, but no reply came across the wind, at least not yet. Ultuk resumed his walk, and his call. If there were any survivors, they might have already left. But that was when he saw it: a...

Ultuk walked down the mountain road from the steppes, though to call it a road was a generosity. The path was wide enough to allow the tribes one beast at a time, and the incline was at points so drastic that the feint of heart would have to crawl to make their way; but it was a good path, on...

"Hadza, Gulthag Adaline! I am here, and I am called Ultuk Barna, of the steppes." He stood as a monolith in the road, firm and unyielding. Over his sculpted flesh, the runes of protection were clearly placed so as to put them on display. Gesturing to them he continued. "I have come to seek your...