A filth encrusted crown rings one of the Troll King’s tusks, a once priceless heirloom taken from a great warrior whose quest led him only into Throgg’s gullet. His subjects are drooling, stinking monsters and his domain is a desolate and wind-whipped wasteland.
No fanfare announces his arrival, no vassals pay him tithe, and no courtiers vie for his favour. Nonetheless, around the campfires of the north, there persist rumours that in the depths of Troll Country there is an elder beast whose mutations were not just of the body but also the mind - a Troll King possessed of a grim and malevolent cunning who seeks to grind the realms of Man under his monstrous rule.Īt the heart of an icy labyrinth strewn with the gnawed corpses of once-mighty heroes, the Troll King, Throgg, sits brooding upon his rocky throne. Even the most lackwit child knows that Trolls are grossly stupid beasts. Throgg, the King of the Trolls, is among the most unnaturally intelligent of his vile kind, intent on bringing the world under the rule of a new ice age with himself at its head.
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