As the dew covers the woods the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night. Crawling out to their caverns impossible to spot for an untrained eye. Taking their first deep breaths in their swamp of unpleasantness. Terrifying the woods inhabitants with howls of lunar ecstasy.
Watchmen of the wild. Protectors of the solitude. With malice they guard the vast and primeval forest.
Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards through the sleeping forest. Their treacherous black eyes spyes into the peaceful night. The hunted innocent victims tryes to escape but fails. The beasts knows of every corners up the hills and down the dales.