Born into a nomadic clan, Ushuul learned the ways of combat quickly, and by the age of twenty she was constructing war machines. She was proficient in quickly assembling catapults and mancrushers for various raids her clan initiated on those they passed by. For her, such raids were trivial. While she enjoyed her work constructing the machines, she longed to be with the orcs leading the charge. The five years of siege weapon construction and operation did not leave her inexperienced in combat, due to those unfortunate enough to slither past the initial charge. During her last year, her clan merged with another nomadic clan who’s ideals and lifestyle Ushuul harshly disagreed with. A year of infighting between the two undividing clans brought forth concern for the clan’s integrity. Because of this, Ushuul decided it would be best to set off on their own in search of those who shared her interests as soon as an opportunity arose. Word of such in Sutica reached Ushuul in her travels, prompting her to find passage there. Ushuul left her comrades behind, along with most of her possessions; such a dramatic action required an equal amount of sacrifice.
Ushuul Agut briefly glares down to the man, continuing to walk past him. As he continues to speak, she turns about to lean down to the shorter human, eye-to-eye. “Your plezantrees are duul, tiny Pinkeh. Enuff.” Ushuul growls out into his face, looking him once over as she stood back up. Waiting no longer on the human, she turns to enter the massive city before her.
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