Event Announcement A Warm-up.

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Piles of fire and humps of Troll shit smoked the fields and ruined fort near New-Wakkerdam. There was chanting, chanting for dances, and cheers. There were roars; bellies would be filled with the dead of the Raevendrecht army and its allies.

Many Trolls were slain, however, from the small Boyz to the Warriors and the Shaman. Their chief was gone.
Two Troll warriors seemed to have found one of their own from the rubble. The chanting paused to see the surviving Troll...

The two Warriors pulled away the rubble to see their Chieftain coughing and spasming around in hopes of removing the dust and blood from his face. He lived! There was a moment of realization and then a burst of roars with arms and weapons aimed at the sky. Their numbers had dwindled for sure, but the fort was still theirs. Their Bozz was present, wounded, but present.

A small goblin wearing a bucket as a hat then tried to quell the roars. The two warriors let the Bozz be, stepping aside, causing the other Trolls to notice and silence to take over. The Bozz looked at the survivors, not many, but enough. He lifted his blood stained hands towards the morning sky.


"Wez jus' warmin' up boyz!"

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