In the misty depths of the woods, not far from the three, glowing eyes scanned them, most with anger. These eyes belonged to Sionad trolls, who over the centuries had migrated from their home in the icy tundra to the many reaches of Le'Ranna, especially here in Adela. The beings hid in the bushes and behind trees, concealing all that the fog did not.
They were massive creatures, very apelike in build and barbaric, to say the least. Their tough, green skin was cracked and dry, their eyes deeply sunken in and their ears long and curved, as well as their noses. They wore scraggly, long hair and beards, which were braided wildly and decorated with animal teeth. Their upper bodies were dressed in a variety of ornate, tribal necklaces and other jewelry, usually of animal bones, but sometimes even human remains were used. They wore leather wristbands and harnesses, which held large warhammers, shields, and battleaxes. Other than fur and leather skirts, they were very limited as far as clothing was concerned.
Casting glances at each other, they gave swift nods before sinking back into the darkness of the fog-ridden forest, leaving no trace. As they left however, the bushes and shrubs around the three rustled and shook as the large figures shuffled through them, letting them know that they were not alone. As soon as they were out of the way of the newcomers, the trolls climbed the trees, swinging from the branches as they made their way back to the camp that rested in a crater not far from where they had discovered the humans.
The camp was surrounded by a tall, wooden wall, lined at the top with stone spikes. Inside, multiple tents of fur and leather, as well as wooden huts connected by winding dirt trails rested, a huge, cozy wooden fortress in the center, surrounded by it all. The trolls made their way inside after the guards opened the gate, being met with various trolls walking up and down the paths, carrying meats and farmed goods, as well as newly crafted weapons. A few were conversing here and there, but nobody would ever hear it, what with the singing and playing of instruments from the taverns in camp, which could most definitely be heard for miles.
Approaching the fortress, the trolls that had spied on the humans were stopped by more guards. "Your business here. Speak up!" A guard demanded, the trolls growling defensively at him. "We bring news for the warchief... Intruders in the woods! Filthy humans, too." A troll explained himself. They talked in croaky, monstrous voices, which no human could understand, being that they spoke in a very inhuman language. "The warchief has no such time for petty news! King Rk'stl resides within. They are conducting important business! Away with you!" The second guard hissed.
The trolls looked surprised, their eyes wide as they looked between each-other. Rk'stl didn't come by often. They grumbled, preparing to turn and head back to the scout's guild to rest, when another booming voice echoed from the top of the staircase leading to the fortress. "Hold it right there!" The guards turned, everyone immediately taking to one knee and bowing their heads at the appearance of the king, who's stature dwarfed theirs, his figure more menacing then all trolls combined. "Any intruder is business of mine! How dare you usher them off with such important matters at hand!" He bellowed, walking down the stairs.
He stopped when he reached the guards, curling his lips before grasping their skulls, roughly slamming both together before tossing them to the side, into a thorn bush. He continued down to the scouts, eyeing them all individually. "Intruders, you say...?" He asked. They all gave silent nods. "Human... my king." One of them explained. Rk'stl clenched his fists, eyes narrowing as he nodded. "I see... Gather our best men. We hunt tonight..." He said, flashing his toothy, evil grin as he spoke. The scouts quickly stood, rushing off towards the barracks to alert all who would attend tonight's little, 'hunt.'
