The troll Socio ment was a trainer for shamanism. She called herself Sian'tsu. The shaman didn't ask questions from her. Even Socio realized herself she must have looked pretty ragged.
Sian'tsu sent Socio to Sen'jin Village wich located on the shore, not far from Orgrimmar. It was village of Darkspear Trolls who warmly welcomed the initiating shaman. First they made Socio to remove her plate armor and give away the axe of hers. Socio was more than relieved when she got rid of them. The trolls gave her very light leather armor and bag. They handed her a dagger and clumsy feeling mace. Socio looked them confused but thankful.
"Ye'll learn da ways of shamanism 'ow. Spirits 'o elements, Socio.. " One of the trolls started his talk. Soon he sent Socio away to complete tasks to prove her worthy to the spirits.
During her short travels around nearby aras of Sen'jin and Orgrimmar Socio met many people. One question popped out again and again from their mouths. People seemed to think she was part of some troll empire because of her blood thirsty nature and skill of fighting. Slowly Socio started to come more curious about this much talked empire.
One night Socio sitted down to talk with Sian'tsu and she told her about Second Gurubashi Empire, group of strong trolls who were working to reunite powerful forces of the old troll empire. She also told for Socio about the city of Zul'Gurub, Hakkar the Soulflayer and Stranglethorn Vale. When she saw a spark in Socio's eyes Shian'tsu smiled widely. "I will get a Blood Drinker of da Empire to meet 'ye, Socio" Shian'tsu promised to her.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The new beginning
Soc'tah didn't know how long she'd been sleeping when she woke up. It was late evening, since sun was setting down again. Her sister was gone, she didn't know how many hours ago she had left, but Soc'tah didn even expect her to stay.
She took her armor and axe, and started to wander around. Finally she found a road to follow. Curiously she looked around herself. Everything looked, smelled and felt so different. She wandered in Thousand Needles and The Barrens for hours before finding a sign wich said "Orgrimmar".
By that time Soc'tah had already decided to turn new page on her life. She wanted to get rid of her name, The Sandfury Tribe, her fiancé the heavy axe she was carrying. No more killing her own, no more stony walls of Zul'Farrak.
Finally she reached the city of Orgrimmar. With eyes wide open Soc'tah looked the high walls and hundreds of buildings wich had red roofs and thick walls. Lots of people were running and walking around in the city. They had large tamed animals wich they used as mounts. Soc'tah had never seen so much people at the same time, not even in the tribe tournaments back in Zul'Farrak. But there was a problem, she couldn't understand a word from the language everyone seemed to talk.
Without destiantion Soc'tah walked on the streets of the city and sucked in the noices and smell of it. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but at least it was very exciting.
After finding a place to rest, an orc emoted her in the inn. He carried mail armor and two twinbladed axes. With very bad trollish he started to talk for Soc'tah. She hardly understoo him, but she still listened his words carefully. "Y sem 'o b lst, troll" he said and grinned widely. Soc'tah nodded, without answering. "I seen 'ny lik 'u. I kn anoth troll y shou 'eet" The orc continued and motioned her to follow. Soc'tah felt bit unpleasant, suddenly she remembered how she was forced to be Headcutter and the situation felt too much similiar for her. But she knew she didn't have a choise, so she slowly started to follow the aged orc who smelt like some sour food and smoke. Soc'tah held tight her hood in her hand, and axe on the other one. She got prepared to run away or fight back if she had to.
The orc leaded her to a round building, and stopped at the doorway. "Tlk 'o er" He said and pointed a troll who was standing on the other side of the room. Carefully Soc'tah walked closer to her, doubting thoughts running through her mind. Before she had a change to say a word, the troll, clearly a shaman, looked to her and smiled "Greetin' fellow troll, an' welcome 'o Orgrimmar. What's ye' name?"
"S-Socio S-Sharpspear" Soc'tah answered and tried to smile back.
She took her armor and axe, and started to wander around. Finally she found a road to follow. Curiously she looked around herself. Everything looked, smelled and felt so different. She wandered in Thousand Needles and The Barrens for hours before finding a sign wich said "Orgrimmar".
By that time Soc'tah had already decided to turn new page on her life. She wanted to get rid of her name, The Sandfury Tribe, her fiancé the heavy axe she was carrying. No more killing her own, no more stony walls of Zul'Farrak.
Finally she reached the city of Orgrimmar. With eyes wide open Soc'tah looked the high walls and hundreds of buildings wich had red roofs and thick walls. Lots of people were running and walking around in the city. They had large tamed animals wich they used as mounts. Soc'tah had never seen so much people at the same time, not even in the tribe tournaments back in Zul'Farrak. But there was a problem, she couldn't understand a word from the language everyone seemed to talk.
Without destiantion Soc'tah walked on the streets of the city and sucked in the noices and smell of it. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but at least it was very exciting.
After finding a place to rest, an orc emoted her in the inn. He carried mail armor and two twinbladed axes. With very bad trollish he started to talk for Soc'tah. She hardly understoo him, but she still listened his words carefully. "Y sem 'o b lst, troll" he said and grinned widely. Soc'tah nodded, without answering. "I seen 'ny lik 'u. I kn anoth troll y shou 'eet" The orc continued and motioned her to follow. Soc'tah felt bit unpleasant, suddenly she remembered how she was forced to be Headcutter and the situation felt too much similiar for her. But she knew she didn't have a choise, so she slowly started to follow the aged orc who smelt like some sour food and smoke. Soc'tah held tight her hood in her hand, and axe on the other one. She got prepared to run away or fight back if she had to.
The orc leaded her to a round building, and stopped at the doorway. "Tlk 'o er" He said and pointed a troll who was standing on the other side of the room. Carefully Soc'tah walked closer to her, doubting thoughts running through her mind. Before she had a change to say a word, the troll, clearly a shaman, looked to her and smiled "Greetin' fellow troll, an' welcome 'o Orgrimmar. What's ye' name?"
"S-Socio S-Sharpspear" Soc'tah answered and tried to smile back.
Escape of the headcutter
For years Soc'tah stood as Headcutter of Sandfury Tribe. She soon stopped counting how many times her axe had hitted a neck of another troll. Slowly she turned cold to a cold person who very rarely felt happy, laughed or even met other trolls than executioners and berserks. She was very feared and respected amongs the normal trolls of Zul'Farrak. She was also pointed to be fiancé of the same witch doctor who picked her up from her home. The witch doctor was called Zum'Rah and he had gained even higher position inside the tribe during the years. Soc'tah didn't care about him any more than years back, and it was very common inside the tribe that strong trolls choosed their wifes.
One day the berserkers dragged familiar looking troll to the temple. Soc'tah didn't pay attention to her before the sunset, when the headcutting for the troll was about to happen. Soc'tah had stopped asking questions pretty fast. She noticed it was easier for her like that.
She walked up to the temple roof again and looked down to all trolls who had arrived to see the cutting, like every other night when it happened. Executioners bringed the troll up and pushed her to the ground to Soc'tah's feet. Soc'tah rised her axe and held it above her head. She wished the troll wouldn't move. Sometimes they started to squirm or tried to escape and she had to hit several times to hit to the right spot. It was messy, but sometimes it just happened.
Just a second before she would have letted the axe drop and split the neck of the troll, Soc'tah looked to the ground. Red eyes were staring at her, her eyes. Soc'tah blinked to make the feeling go away, but her little sister kept on staring at her. Her hands were tied to her back and Soc'tah saw she had been crying. After that something happened, something moved inside her.
Without any longer thinking she let the axe drop, just to hit to the side of the altar and cutting a huge piece from it. She also heard her sister screaming, propably getting prepared to hit. The axe had landed just few inches away from her head, only cutting off some hair of hers. Soc'tah grabbed her sister up from the back of her shirt and pushed her in front of herself to the back of the altar, and down the stairs from there. Crowd on the groun gasped and noone seemed to understand first what happened. When she heard Chief yelling in behind of them, they were already running towards the city gate.
The rest of it happened like in dream. Soc'tah doesn't remember in wich point she freed hands of her sister, or wich way did they ran. She didn't know how did they get past the gurads on the main gate of Zul'Farrak, but she know she had lots of fresh blood on her armor, axe and hands. She remembers her sister crying. Soc'tah had to almost carry her out. She remembers all the sand dunes and the moon in the sky, hyenas howling. She remembers the big white crater and cave where they hid. How she soothed her sister to sleep, finally falling to sleep also herself.
One day the berserkers dragged familiar looking troll to the temple. Soc'tah didn't pay attention to her before the sunset, when the headcutting for the troll was about to happen. Soc'tah had stopped asking questions pretty fast. She noticed it was easier for her like that.
She walked up to the temple roof again and looked down to all trolls who had arrived to see the cutting, like every other night when it happened. Executioners bringed the troll up and pushed her to the ground to Soc'tah's feet. Soc'tah rised her axe and held it above her head. She wished the troll wouldn't move. Sometimes they started to squirm or tried to escape and she had to hit several times to hit to the right spot. It was messy, but sometimes it just happened.
Just a second before she would have letted the axe drop and split the neck of the troll, Soc'tah looked to the ground. Red eyes were staring at her, her eyes. Soc'tah blinked to make the feeling go away, but her little sister kept on staring at her. Her hands were tied to her back and Soc'tah saw she had been crying. After that something happened, something moved inside her.
Without any longer thinking she let the axe drop, just to hit to the side of the altar and cutting a huge piece from it. She also heard her sister screaming, propably getting prepared to hit. The axe had landed just few inches away from her head, only cutting off some hair of hers. Soc'tah grabbed her sister up from the back of her shirt and pushed her in front of herself to the back of the altar, and down the stairs from there. Crowd on the groun gasped and noone seemed to understand first what happened. When she heard Chief yelling in behind of them, they were already running towards the city gate.
The rest of it happened like in dream. Soc'tah doesn't remember in wich point she freed hands of her sister, or wich way did they ran. She didn't know how did they get past the gurads on the main gate of Zul'Farrak, but she know she had lots of fresh blood on her armor, axe and hands. She remembers her sister crying. Soc'tah had to almost carry her out. She remembers all the sand dunes and the moon in the sky, hyenas howling. She remembers the big white crater and cave where they hid. How she soothed her sister to sleep, finally falling to sleep also herself.
Shaping
From Chief's chamber the berserkers dragged Soc'tah to the back of the big altar. They throwed her to a small cage and locked it up. The witch doctor who came with them looked down to shaking Soc'tah self-satisfied "We makin' ye to cut da heads, no matter what ye wantin'. The he left.
Soc'tah was locked up to the cage for days. Only times when she got out was when the berserks came to beat and torture her. Even her parents and sisters were sent to Soc'tah to turn her head around. Under the eyes of her mother she cracked to cry first time after the witch doctor took her away, but she still declined to take the job.
After all it took three weeks to break Soc'tah down. Her body was aching from hits and cuts, she had at least broken ribs and fingers and she hasn't got any proper food for a long time. Sometime berserkers even kept her up for days. When the witch doctor came to her on the morning of 23rd day to Soc'tah and let the berserks rip her out of the cage to her feet she only said one sentence. "Me takin' da job". Her eyes were empty and skin under the dried blood and bruses looked pale. Her lips were dry and she tried to hold the tired shakes of her body.
Again she walked after the witch doctor, this time inside the temple.
Soc'tah got bathed and she was dressed to the heavy armor of Headcutter. She got a hood that covered and shaded her face. Heavy two-handed axe was handed to her and she looked it with distant eyes.
When the sun was setting on the same day, Soc'tah killed her first troll at top of the temple where she was caged herself just few hour backs.
Soc'tah was locked up to the cage for days. Only times when she got out was when the berserks came to beat and torture her. Even her parents and sisters were sent to Soc'tah to turn her head around. Under the eyes of her mother she cracked to cry first time after the witch doctor took her away, but she still declined to take the job.
After all it took three weeks to break Soc'tah down. Her body was aching from hits and cuts, she had at least broken ribs and fingers and she hasn't got any proper food for a long time. Sometime berserkers even kept her up for days. When the witch doctor came to her on the morning of 23rd day to Soc'tah and let the berserks rip her out of the cage to her feet she only said one sentence. "Me takin' da job". Her eyes were empty and skin under the dried blood and bruses looked pale. Her lips were dry and she tried to hold the tired shakes of her body.
Again she walked after the witch doctor, this time inside the temple.
Soc'tah got bathed and she was dressed to the heavy armor of Headcutter. She got a hood that covered and shaded her face. Heavy two-handed axe was handed to her and she looked it with distant eyes.
When the sun was setting on the same day, Soc'tah killed her first troll at top of the temple where she was caged herself just few hour backs.
Birth of the headcutter
For Soc'tah, young troll of The Sandfury Tribe it was another normal morning inside the gates of Zul'Farrak. She had always lived there and knew almost nothing from the outer world. Her life vas very controlled in the city, but she didn't complain since she didn't know about anything better. Her two sisters lived the same controlled life as her, and even her parents very rarely left from the city to the surrounding desert. Only the ones watching over remaining Aqir of Tanaris were allowed to leave from the city.
Last night Soc'tah had fighted well in monthly tournament of the tribe. Her muscles were still hurting from swinging heavy axes and her skin was covered with bruses and cuts.
Around midday Soc'tah saw one of the highest witch doctors of the tribe walking towards the hut where her family was living. Soc'tah gave deep bow for the troll when he walked past her. For Soc'tah's suprise he stopped and turned around.
"Youn' Soc'tah, ye fightin' well last nigh'" the troll started. The face of the witch doctor was covered with voodoo mask as usual, and Soc'tah looked carefully to him before answering. "Me thank, me doin' me best." The troll nodded and Soc'tah was sure he was grinning under his mask before continuing. "Da Chief has seen ye' potential. Ye comin' with me now, Soc'tah." Without knowing what to say Soc'tah left the leathers she was preparing for new armor of her father and started to follow the troll.
The troll leaded her to the chamber of Chief Ukorz Sandscalp, leader of the tribe. Without questions asked, Chief straightly stated "Soc'tah, me see ye' strong troll. Me been' decidin' ye become new Headcutter of da tribe". Soc'tah swallowed deeply and looked first to Chief and then to the witch doctor who had bringed her there. "M-me ho-honoured, Chief, sir. Bu' me can n-no take da job" Soc'tah answered with very tiny, shuddering voice, and lowered her head after that. Soc'tah was good fighter and she loved to swing her axes, but she didn't want to kill he fellow trolls. She knew Headcutter was leader of the executioners. With help of them and berserkers Headcutter tortured and executed every betrayer of the tribe and every unwelcomed traveller who tried to reach their city.
The Chief became furious, like Soc'tah excpected. He started to yell for Soc'tah. Soc'tah stand in middle of the room silent. She listened and even felt ashamed, but she didn't still want to take the job offered for her. "Me no askin' ye do ye want 'o!" Chief finally yelled. "Bu'.." Soc'tah tried but it made him even more furious. "Me no takin' No as answer, Soc'tah. Bring da Berserkers!" Chief shouted and his face was turning red from all the shouting.
Only after few seconds two heavily armoured trolls came to the room and grabbed Soc'tah. The witch doctor who had bringed her there looked to Soc'tah and laughed. When the berserks started to pull Soc'tah after them the witch doctor followed and said "We teachin' ye sum manners 'ow, Soc'tah. Next week ye'll be cuttin' heads like da Chief wants".
Last night Soc'tah had fighted well in monthly tournament of the tribe. Her muscles were still hurting from swinging heavy axes and her skin was covered with bruses and cuts.
Around midday Soc'tah saw one of the highest witch doctors of the tribe walking towards the hut where her family was living. Soc'tah gave deep bow for the troll when he walked past her. For Soc'tah's suprise he stopped and turned around.
"Youn' Soc'tah, ye fightin' well last nigh'" the troll started. The face of the witch doctor was covered with voodoo mask as usual, and Soc'tah looked carefully to him before answering. "Me thank, me doin' me best." The troll nodded and Soc'tah was sure he was grinning under his mask before continuing. "Da Chief has seen ye' potential. Ye comin' with me now, Soc'tah." Without knowing what to say Soc'tah left the leathers she was preparing for new armor of her father and started to follow the troll.
The troll leaded her to the chamber of Chief Ukorz Sandscalp, leader of the tribe. Without questions asked, Chief straightly stated "Soc'tah, me see ye' strong troll. Me been' decidin' ye become new Headcutter of da tribe". Soc'tah swallowed deeply and looked first to Chief and then to the witch doctor who had bringed her there. "M-me ho-honoured, Chief, sir. Bu' me can n-no take da job" Soc'tah answered with very tiny, shuddering voice, and lowered her head after that. Soc'tah was good fighter and she loved to swing her axes, but she didn't want to kill he fellow trolls. She knew Headcutter was leader of the executioners. With help of them and berserkers Headcutter tortured and executed every betrayer of the tribe and every unwelcomed traveller who tried to reach their city.
The Chief became furious, like Soc'tah excpected. He started to yell for Soc'tah. Soc'tah stand in middle of the room silent. She listened and even felt ashamed, but she didn't still want to take the job offered for her. "Me no askin' ye do ye want 'o!" Chief finally yelled. "Bu'.." Soc'tah tried but it made him even more furious. "Me no takin' No as answer, Soc'tah. Bring da Berserkers!" Chief shouted and his face was turning red from all the shouting.
Only after few seconds two heavily armoured trolls came to the room and grabbed Soc'tah. The witch doctor who had bringed her there looked to Soc'tah and laughed. When the berserks started to pull Soc'tah after them the witch doctor followed and said "We teachin' ye sum manners 'ow, Soc'tah. Next week ye'll be cuttin' heads like da Chief wants".
Physical description
Socio is female troll shaman, reached her mature age some years ago. She is desert troll, so her skin is reddish and hair bright red. Her hair is long, usually wildly pointing to diffeent directions, even after she has tried to tie it to ponytail above her head with a piece of leatherstrap.
Socio is bit shorter than average female troll. She has strong body, trained by physical work and fighting. Her skin is covered with multiple scars and bruses.
There is lots of small scratces on her hands and arms, even few on her neck and face. Most of them are very old, but there is always few fresher ones with them. There is also lots of scars on her right tie, wich look like stabbing wounds of dagger or some bit bigger knife. All scars are almost same shaped, propably made by same knife. One of the scars is much bigger tho.
Two, still scarring wounds might draw your attention. Bit older one is long, wide scratch on her back. It starts from her right shoulder and disappears at middle of her lower back. The scar is just flat, different coloured marking on her skin. The other scar is very much similiar what comes to its shape, but it's on her chest. Its also located at her right shoulder and it follows over her chest, ending to her lower stomach on left. From the scar you can see this one hasn't healed as well as the scar on her back. The surface of the scar is broken and makes small bumbs to her skin.
Her tusks are short and sharpened, pointing up, turning from white to light yellow. Her eyes are red, and usually they give sharp, cold looks to persons she doesn't know. On her left shoulder there is mark of Damballah and picture of entwined snakes.
Socio carries with her a leather bag and heavy looking staff or mace. She usually wears a tribal robe or heavy mail kilt and tabard of Second Gurubashi Empire. The blood covered tabard has the same picture of the snakes as her arms, painted with gold to black bacground. From her belt you can see hanging different things. There is always her mostly used item, a rough looking, blood covered skinning knife. With knife there is bit heavier axe, always sharpened polished to look shiny, draenei tails and shrinked heads of gnomes, elfs and humans.
On her left hand there is silver ring wich has her name carved on trollish and carved picture of snake. Around her wrists there is lots of jewel bracers. Simple metallic ones, and ones made from things like leather, pearls, hair and teeth of humans or wild beasts.
Her voice is low but still soft. When she is nervous or scared, she shudders. Her laugh is shrill and loud. Socio talks only trollish. She has slowly learned to talk orcish, but in most of the cases she declines to speak it.
With Socio there travels small black cat called Shadow and black armored raptor wich she has named Thunder. To the side of the raptor Socio has also painted two snakes of The Empire with brownish paint. The raptor carries small saddle bags and reigns.
Socio is bit shorter than average female troll. She has strong body, trained by physical work and fighting. Her skin is covered with multiple scars and bruses.
There is lots of small scratces on her hands and arms, even few on her neck and face. Most of them are very old, but there is always few fresher ones with them. There is also lots of scars on her right tie, wich look like stabbing wounds of dagger or some bit bigger knife. All scars are almost same shaped, propably made by same knife. One of the scars is much bigger tho.
Two, still scarring wounds might draw your attention. Bit older one is long, wide scratch on her back. It starts from her right shoulder and disappears at middle of her lower back. The scar is just flat, different coloured marking on her skin. The other scar is very much similiar what comes to its shape, but it's on her chest. Its also located at her right shoulder and it follows over her chest, ending to her lower stomach on left. From the scar you can see this one hasn't healed as well as the scar on her back. The surface of the scar is broken and makes small bumbs to her skin.
Her tusks are short and sharpened, pointing up, turning from white to light yellow. Her eyes are red, and usually they give sharp, cold looks to persons she doesn't know. On her left shoulder there is mark of Damballah and picture of entwined snakes.
Socio carries with her a leather bag and heavy looking staff or mace. She usually wears a tribal robe or heavy mail kilt and tabard of Second Gurubashi Empire. The blood covered tabard has the same picture of the snakes as her arms, painted with gold to black bacground. From her belt you can see hanging different things. There is always her mostly used item, a rough looking, blood covered skinning knife. With knife there is bit heavier axe, always sharpened polished to look shiny, draenei tails and shrinked heads of gnomes, elfs and humans.
On her left hand there is silver ring wich has her name carved on trollish and carved picture of snake. Around her wrists there is lots of jewel bracers. Simple metallic ones, and ones made from things like leather, pearls, hair and teeth of humans or wild beasts.
Her voice is low but still soft. When she is nervous or scared, she shudders. Her laugh is shrill and loud. Socio talks only trollish. She has slowly learned to talk orcish, but in most of the cases she declines to speak it.
With Socio there travels small black cat called Shadow and black armored raptor wich she has named Thunder. To the side of the raptor Socio has also painted two snakes of The Empire with brownish paint. The raptor carries small saddle bags and reigns.
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