Sloc'kür is a season child born on the warpath, he never learned the name of his father, as he was merely a mate chosen for the duration of the war campaign. His first memories are of his mom describing the like of the cities she had ravaged. During his youth he followed the martial training as any orcs had, and was no better or no worse than expected. Proficient with both, he still favorized the sword over the axe throughout his training and his smaller size also allowed him to fully enjoy the cover of a shield. He has been using these two since then. As wanted by his mom he enlisted with the Krughai and kept on fighting. Through the few fights he was involved he caught his love for travel. Fighting and killing gave him thrills and he never shied away from it, but the destruction and pillaging was never of his taste. His brethren never took offense of it, has it meant a bigger share for them.
A life of war had took its toll on his mother, and when at home he simply took care of her. She was proud of her son, but knew she would be long gone before he'd had the chance to really prove himself to the world.
Sloc'kür was 17 when she died. As no war was on at the time he was left to do his grievance by himself, at home. It's around this period, while taking a stroll trough the city during a sleepless night, that he witnessed the Ologs working on the battlement, repairing and building. Looking at them, pilling stone on top of another, nailing planks and grossly painting pillars was oddly satisfying. He came back many nights and each night the temptation to partake in this strange ritual was growing stronger and stronger.
The night of his 18's birthday, a totem appeared behind his house and the grieving was done.
