
Deep in the heart of Duklhys Forest that ran the length of the Worlds Edge Mountains, Grinda Silverpelt had made camp. He had left all he knew behind. His sole goal to become his own master. He knew that he could not challenge the strength of the warboss on his own, he also knew that noone would join with him to overthrough him. So he left to start his own warband. One that would be able to overthrow the warboss. For that he would enlist the aid of trolls. Their strength and regenerative abilities would provide him with the edge he needed and once he returned with his warband he would force the warboss to retire or die. That was his plan. What was not his plan was to be lost in Duklhys Forest.
He had wandered for many days trying to cut a path west untill he reached Troll Country but all he had managed to do was enlist the aid of 4 snotlings. He did not know where they had even come from. He had awoken one morning to them squabbling among themselves who was going to give him the half of venison they had. He took it for himself anyway.
This morning, as he sat listening to the usuall bickering, the morning dew drizzling off the canopy above, he heard something that he had not heard for some time. The sounds of battle......
[spoiler=ooc] And so the scene is set.... what happens from here is down to you. good luck[/spoiler]