The clan: Of the blue flame
There were many in Iganghi Rogth's clan but not enough to challenge the strength of the tribe. They had breed their learers with human stock. This created weaker but smarter orc. An all out assault would only weaken his position. Iganghi was a good tactician and he knew that strength was only part of victory. He did manage to bring a captured group of under dark goblins but they were more trouble to keep in line without his ogre brethren killing the occasional trouble maker. He needed the trolls to the south but they were barbarians with near immortal regeneration. If they could follow a leader they would be powerful allies. There was just one option left to him. He would need to bring the kolbods into his fold and breed strength into them. Iganghi stepped outside and inhaled the crisp air. He then heard the drums of the tribe to the far north. It was time he did the same." Sound the drums! Wake the clan! Stoke the fires! We go to war!" The Kolbolds were a small lot of raiders and stealth was there stock and trade. He would need that for the trolls. If they couldn't be tamed they would be chained and tortured into servitude. He would need at least 5 and outfit them in full spiked armor. Many would die in this attempt.