Dorian Ukko

Dorian Ukko is a dwarven warlock.

## Backstory

The dwarf smiled as he engulfed the pickpocket's hand in his own, lifting the boy off his feet. *"Now, look what do we have here? Think you'd respect new arrivals when half your city just got wiped off the map, no? Here's what's gonna happen boy. You're going to sit there and listen to my story, then scamper off and find your boss and your boss's boss cause I'm looking for a job in this god forsaken city."*

*"I'm a Lightfinger, boy, from an actual city unlike whatever you're calling this drenched mess. Aviacrest had opportunity for people like you. The Aerships would come, bringing their bounty to the city and everyone would get their cut. The Aethnarch, the Magisters, the Feathers, everyone. My Clan lived there for years as masons before they cut the connection to the outside world and suddenly they figured something out. Do you know it's very hard to mine stone when you're floating amongst the clouds? Should've told my parents that, they spent a century trying to build a business and another training my siblings and I to continue their work. Like that'd work, Tjunu & Haljara are Feathers and I worked the Aerships until I started running with our crew."*

*"Where was I... right, the reason why I'm here. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd overheard from Tjunu about an important shipment on a Greatwyrm. You've ever seen a Greatwyrm, boy? Those ships stretch for miles and take twice as long to turn. And it was shipping Iviniuum. We would've been rich. Anyways, on the night the moon was still hidden behind a storm, bless Emes for that, and the few guards we hadn't paid off were either drunk, sleeping or distracted. It seemed too good to be true, but... well I'd imagine you know what it's like for a bloody heist to go south. We were inches from the prize when BOOM."*

The Dwarf slammed his hand onto the table, grimacing and massaging the hints of gold covering his fist. *"One minute we're reaching for the Iviniuum, seconds from retirement and then what must've been half the Feathers in the District were surrounding us. I don't know what we did to piss the Aethnarch so much, but the birds weren't playing. They'd chased us halfway across the bow and halfway up the mast, but see boy I was smart. I knew that ship like the back of my hand. I could've.... I would've gotten away if it wasn't for the bastard. I didn't get a good look at 'em, just their black & white mask when they pulled me off the side of the ship. Then I fell."*

The golden lines covering the dwarf's neck seemed to glow in the firelight as he leaned back in the chair. *"You ever fall from the sky, boy? It takes a while. I had time to beg to Emes, Aita, Ilemer & half the 16 before I saw it. Hells, I would've begged to the Malign if I'd thought they'd listen. What saved me was no god, but I saw it. A face wreathed in chains and lightning deep within the storm. And when it looked at me, just for a moment, I felt weightless."* He sighed wistfully, *"It threw something at me, shook me like it was the hammer of the True himself. But whatever it was that struck me, I woke up covered in these golden scars with this hum in my chest. Whatever that storm was, I know it's no god. But I'd like to make it one."*