Triagog was born in the Raguk Clan, he never knew his parents as he they died in battle while he was hardly a few months old. With no parents he was raised by other members of his clan and was often switched between other members, he had no real parental figures in his life, just family. As he grew older he was trained in war and the associated weapon arts.
Many years after Triagog's training, and many small raids, he was deemed worthy to be sent on a war campaign to the east. Close to the target city, the company set up camp and Triagog was assigned for guard duty posted in a sentry tower. Standing watch doesn't interest Triagog so he hid a large amount of grog into the tower. The night slowly crept as he got more and more inebriated until he passed out drunk. The remainder of night was a fuzzy memory, he recalled the tower he was on falling over and when he came to was under the rubble of what was once the tower he was stationed. Upon freeing himself he was surrounded by corpses of his campaign and ravaged remains of jury-rigged tents and structures. Triagog started running. He wasn't sure if the raid on his camp could have been prevented if he wasn't asleep but he couldn't return home anymore. So he kept running and running with no direction except away.
