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To the north of the Freljord capitol a pair of trolls walked around, one had a club, more of a stick really. The other had a terribly rusted short sword that looked as if it would fall apart at any moment. "Bloody cold out, it is," said one. The other merely grunted in response. As the talker looked at his friend, he saw a strange look in his eye. For some reason he was facing him. "Grock? What is it?", Grock then fell forward, while the other troll hopped backward, there was a very ornately designed axe embedded in Grock's back.
This troll was stupid even by troll standards, "Grock? There's something in you-" he stopped as he heard a crunch of snow behind him. He spun rapidly, flailing his 'mace'. There was a squishy thud as the weapon struck someone. Grock looked up to see a titan of a human looking down on him. "..." Grock said, the giant of a man merely laughed, mocking the small troll. "I found you," the man said, "now go tell your dirty little tribe that Frold is here."
The man picked up the troll by the front of his filthy tunic and with a grunt he threw the troll as hard as he could, the troll flew through the air shrieking, he got up quickly after landing and ran to the north.
Frold walked to the dead troll and with a sickening squelch, pulled his axe, Callow, free of the corpse. He walked to the north and slowly climbed a high hill. He looked down and saw the troll tribe. It seemed to span for miles to the east. He looked to the west and saw a great city that he knew was the Freljordian capitol. He knew he couldn't take on the entire tribe by himself, and he also realized that the trolls could easily overrun the capitol if they were not warned.
His decision was easily made as he crawled back down the hill, he began to walk, circling around to the Freljordian capitol. Frold's self-imposed hermit lifestyle was about to change immensely.