Dahkra 'Da Witch' Kurash
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Account name: pikamouse
Hailing from the lands of Vaasa, a place where the wilds remain mostly untamed and claims to land are not terribly long lived, Dahkra hails from a tribe of half-orcs; the Fists of Bahgtru. Half-blood rejects seen as weak in the eyes of Gruumsh, they vehemently oppose the orc God, favoring strength above all. In a land where humans and dwarves outnumber the orcish kind, the half orcs are seen as nothing more than another obstacle; nothing more than raiders and murderers.
With a tribe of 20 males and 6 females, lead by a wise tribe woman who was known as "Da Witch", Dahkra was the bond, the compassion, and the caretaker of a small tribe sorely needing her care. Always staying in their makeshift dens, the nomads travelled and and plundered what they could, following a strict code established by the den mother.
"Duh warriorz kill only doze dat would kill dem back, doze dat too puny to fight back can flee. But if Orc, kill demz all."
Isolated in the mountains, the tribe had been known and feared by roaming nomads, who were often robbed of their belongings (though lived to tell the tale when shown mercy), despised by the local Orc pupulace for constant raids against their camps, and hated by local dwarves for their mere existence.
After glorious combat eliminated a local orc tribe that had been plaguing the area with promise of pay by local human miners that had a truce with the half-bloods, when the tired tribe return to collect their dues, they were met with hammer and axe instead. An envoy of greed-stricken dwarves who were looking to make claim to the human mine through payment of riches (or force if necessary) had spotted the orcish tribe. Powerful dwarven mages and clerics quickly laid waste to the tribe.
They were no match.
With only a few survivors, including most of the females and only a few males, the tribe was undone. Having to submit herself to the dwarven envoy's leader, seeing just how weak and frail the priestess of Luthic was, spit in her face in disgust and allowed her to leave with the females, cutting down the last few males of the remaining tribe. All were too brave to submit to slavery.
The females which had been granted mercy, beaten and broken in mind, body, and spirit, they had spoken with one another, and decided it would be best if they went their own paths at this point. A couple of them had submitted themselves to local orc tribes as Luthic whores and cave mothers, one dying from their injuries, two choosing to be reluctantly accepted by the miners that had to give up their mine for payment or risk losing their own lives, Da Witch chose to travel and wander.
Bearing a hatred for dwarves, especially those of Dumathion and Abbathor, she avoided then when she could on her travels, those that made eye contact with her were of good persuasion, choosing not to quarrel as she made her way submissively. From caravan to caravan, she offered her meager healing to those that accepted, magic or otherwise.
The last stop on the caravan being the narfell region, weary of travelling, she decided this land despite the dwarven infestation, would be best. Having done her research upon arriving, she learned quickly of the nature of the people of Norwick, despite their judging gazes, they left her in peace, and for the most part she kept a low profile for a couple of seasons.
After emotional trauma had finally scarred over, healed but leaving a wound she would remember, the orcish shaman decided she would be pacifist no more. She would no longer be weak. She would branch out from her purpose of healing, expanding her horizons, and gaining Luthic's favor as both a force of healing that would overshadow others, one who can protect her half-blooded people with powerful magics, curses, and hexes.
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