Turghun are a mixed race, being a combination of Daine and Hotai, and many are born to the unions of Hotai chiefs or warriors and captured Daine slaves. Many die young in the dens and caverns of their kin, reviled by their Hotai relations yet unable to get away from them. Some do eventually escape, and they often find their way to a town or queendom of Daine, or a settlement of other Turghun. Some live peaceably enough among their Daine relations and they make very fine Hotai trackers and Troll fighters; but many are unsociable enough that they are turned out from home and often live alone or in small bands of rovers. Of those that live alone, they often inhabit the verges of civilisation -- away from villages or towns, in the wilds. Most live in caves or hide shelters; but some have taken to living under bridges, for they've found that bridges are a fine source of travellers to waylay.
Physically, there is little difference between a Turghun and an ordinary Daine. Their teeth are generally more crooked and larger in size; their eyes are often yellowish and they usually have broader, flatter noses and rougher voices. Their hair, which is generally allowed to grow in locks, is generally far coarser and almost never braided. Turghun are usually rather stouter and more robust of build and a little thicker in the face, which tends towards snoutishness. In height, the vast majority don't quite reach to the six foot or more average for Daine, but some grow rather taller indeed. These are quite impressive in battle, and few Orc hunters of any kind will assay one-to-one combat with such a fellow.
Here is a part of the story of Iarag, a Turghun who recently escaped from his Hotai father's clan holding. After wandering some time, Iarag has found himself in a strange place indeed! A kind of roadhouse where all kinds of people the like of which he's never encountered before are resting from their long journeys...
Iarag nearly jumped from the bench he was occupying by the far wall: "What is that noise!?" He has never heard noises like this before and he wondered what it could mean --- only in the deepest tales of terror and the Dark from out of the Old Days is the word music ever mentioned. It is a deep magic wielded by the Enemy. A thing to be feared, because it can only mean nasty folk that want to kill and maim are nearby!
"Steady now lad!" one of the patrons says, trying to calm him. "No need to get all worked up!"
Iarag settled back down on the low bench and let the sounds wash over him as he mastered his fear. Clearly there were no Teyor warriors ready to burst through the door and seize him! The weird Daine girl who kept watching him intently had gone from the place, so it wasn't her doing. No other enemies were to be seen, so the strange sounding music was something that required more thought.
The rhythm of the thumping drums was reassuring, however. Those were familiar sounds --- the sounds of war and tramping boots; of defense of home and fending off enemies eager to slay and destroy. The other sounds --- those were more disconcerting. Where did I hear those before? he thought as he wracked his memory for the answer.
Many thoughts raced through his head in that instant: "Must be the magic of zuuruqan that's getting to my head!" he said at last. "It makes me feel all fuzzy, like there's bees buzzing in me skull."
But that kind of warbling noise --- that sounded more like the nasty singing of birds. Where did I hear that before?? "Birds?" he wondered aloud. "Yes! Birds! Wait. No it wasn't birds, but something like birds. Where did that idea come from...? Magic must be getting to me! But yeah, that bone whistle Durg my sister had when we were little. Before she was --- before Father snapped her neck for being weak and making strange magic!" He spat the words out, the hatred for his Hotai father burning in his eyes. "It made zuuruqan like the singing of birds. Yes, much like the singing of birds."
He took the whistle from the pouch again and held it before him. He had made it some time ago, and was never quite certain why he's done it. It was made from the long slender bone of Durg's wing, and wondered about it. How can such a thing as this make noises that so bestir the heart? Maybe there is magic in this? Maybe zuuruqan is not just a dim recollection of ancient lore after all... Could it be a magic even a half-breed Hotai could wield?