The Rockwalkers were an odd tribe of Orcs. They called the harshest regions of The Spine home, and believed that living in such places forged them to be the greatest Orcs to ever walk the face of Arethil. The tribe was led by a handful of shaman, all of whom were considered outcasts by others that walked their path, for the Rockwalkers studied magics of a darker nature to better tame the elements.

The males were stout and warlike, the females similarly barbarous, and the shaman initiates held high above them in terms of importance. Mo'gosh was one of those initiates.

Born to a warrior whose lineage could be traced back to the first Stormcallers, it was with a great and honor and a subject of disdain that Mo'gosh carried the gift. His father was renowned throughout the surrounding tribes for his savagery in combat, though he'd only gained such a reputation by renouncing his connection to the elements and the storm in favor of a more martial existence. Mo'gosh was born to him on the eve of a battle with another Orcish clan that dared to usurp the Rockwalkers' position as lords of their land, and was carried on the back of his mother into the fires of war.

By the will of the gods and nature herself, the babe his mother survived the brief and bloody conflict. The child's gifts were noticed immediately by the shaman of the Rockwalkers, and the moment he learned to walk, he was taken in for training.

The first of his sons, Mog'osh's father was deeply displeased that his heir was to be a magician and not a true warrior. He reminded the boy of this disdain every day of his life, and when the child's siblings were born and raised as true Orcish warriors, they too joined in the humiliation. Even his mother, the third of his father's wives, had little understanding for the young shaman, and chose to maintain a healthy distance lest she become attached to such a weak creature.

His parents distaste molded in Mog'osh a need to succeed, to prove himself. Each day, he strove to become the greatest shaman the Rockwalkers would ever know. He felt he found that path when the voice of the storm came to him, whispering promises of power and retribution when he was alone. After speaking with his teacher, Mog'osh opted to walk the path of a Stormcaller, and son found he had a natural talent for it.

On the eve of his twentieth birthday, the enemies of the Rockwalkers attacked. Several Orcish tribes, a band of human mercenaries, and Dwarves that had been previously raided had forged a coalition against his people to put a stop to their raids. Like all the others, Mog'osh fought. He drew his first Orcish blood at the edge of an axe, and seared his first human from its body with a font of lightning that erupted from his fingertips.

Talented as he was, Mo'gosh could not stop the tide of bodies, and his clan was sorely outnumbered. Every male, female, and child was either slaughtered or enslaved, and at the behest of his teachers, Mog'osh fled. He traveled as far as his legs could carry him, and collapsed in the snow drifts.

It was only the will of the spirits that kept him from freezing to death. When he awoke, he returned to his village, and was greeted by dozens of bodies and the charred remnants of its buildings. Left with no path forward, and no teachers to guide him, Mog'osh scavenged what he could and strode off into the wilderness. Only the gods knew what awaited him.