Gothos

Name
Gothos



Physical Traits
Tall, even for a troll; Gothos has spiking silver hair over a mean face, decorated with tribal markings. His upper arms are scarred with buccaneer tattoos from his time with the goblin pirates. He always carries two weapons for butchering enemies

Race and Class
Troll Shaman

Guild
The Beastmaw Clan

Occupation
Since encountering the Horde, Gothos has studied the ways of shamanism

(also a flayer of hides and delver of ore)

Family
None

Background
Born on an Island, I remember little of my childhood; on my sixth name day, I was taken out into the wild and left to make my own way back to the village. An adventure! Ithought, although it turned out to be a bigger – and longer – adventure than I could have imagined…

As I made my way down to the sea, thinking of catchin’ a fish or two, I saw a ship in the water.

As I went closer to the shore to get a better view, I suddenly learned that some of the crew must have already made it to shore: I was ambushed by a group of little, green skinned men. Before they clobbered me senseless, I heard one of them cackle: “he’ll reach the higher riggin’ no problem, ha ha ha!”. I was awoken with a bucket of salt water over my face to find myself aboard the very ship I had being admiring from the shore. The leader of the little, green men introduced himself as Captain Shnizell and politely explained that I’d been “recruited” as a merchant sailor. The spirits only know how long I was aboard that vessel. When making port I always had to stay aboard and out of site; somethin about “scaring the locals”, the Captain would always mutter. But when we made anchor elsewhere, in less populated areas, I went ashore and joined the hunting party. So I saw a bit of the world and learned a trick or two.

Then one day, while sailing for BootyBay, I was tacking the main sail when there was a thunderous jolt of wind. All I rememeber was falling and falling…

It was four years ago, in Sen’jin Village, I awoke. I was being attended to by a young troll who introduced himself as Bom’bay. He explained that a patrol had been scouting the shoreline, just South of the village when they had spotted a ragged shape, bobbing in the water. After pulling me from the sea and dragging me back to the village, it was Bom’bay, I learned who had nursed me back to health.

Over the following days I told him my story; he listened intently and I learned of my heritage as a Darkspear. When I was able to stand and grasp an axe shaft, he sent me to a valley to the West. It was there that I began to learn to call on the power of the spirits.

I owed Bom’bay my life, but something far more. It was he who had shown me the path of the spirits and the art of shamanism.

I swore myslef to the Darkspear tribe and Vol’jin. As I learned more of their history and of the great orc cheiftain, Thrall, I decided I must journey North and visit this place – Ogrimarr. So here I stand, ready to serve for the Horde.