TrollMound:
Was once a great a proud troll kingdom deep with the Stormroot mountains ~ a place where the weather was never clear for long enough durations for foreigners to excavate and explore the region. The trolls which had been there, had been uprooted by civil grief and orc brigades - an Ironic end to the Stormroot clan.
The mountain home, had been cavernous, as a natural formation. There, jewels were foaming in abundant crystal clusters. It had become barricaded and cluttered with the trees felled by the Stormroot clan.
Soon however, Stormroot, had become confronted by his kin Groundheld. And the entire tribe became savagely in conflict. Bellshout, the second in command, assumed leadership as chieftain when the conflict subsided, but then during the hunt they had journeyed so far they simply didn't return.
Now-a-days
TrollMound, is inhabited by a Colony of 38 gnomes, and 12 gnomish sovereign empress'[+to be], and their "some"/"sum" 14 gnome infants. IN what is now an extravagantly, savage Fox-hole.
They had moved in after the trolls had departed and left it to remain vacant throughout a season of snow, and in the spring still did not return. Like beavers, they sculpted from the barricades, rune covered dens, and from the main cave, they cleared way for social activities of ritualistic manner (cooking, hunt preparations, nursing, and philosophy).
The thing about gnomes, people seldom acknowledge when considering their broad, secluse history, and legacy, is the indigenous sprout of their leads: * The days when gnomes had not the strength to procure powders from the stones nor the knowledge to experiment with the world they so thoroughly evaluate; Days when they adorned themselves in the flesh and pelts of small creatures like rabbits whom they caught in their holes.
TrollMound is in a great gulley. A river pours past it's south facing entrance from the southwest to the east. A northward trail leads out into the most, wide-open and endless wilderness ~ while the river lead from the high peaks of the mountains where it was born, into the lavish forests in the mountainous regions east, where wolves, bears, great birds, snakes, and ravenous creatures prowl and linger awaiting their prey, subliminally dictates the territory.
The Gnomes are from the south, where they hunted lemmings, and other creatures in the snowy mountains. They have had little association with Dwarves therein over the years, as they would observe them migrating. Eagles are their most terrifying sight, even more so then the terrifying looming presence of a snarling wolf.
Was once a great a proud troll kingdom deep with the Stormroot mountains ~ a place where the weather was never clear for long enough durations for foreigners to excavate and explore the region. The trolls which had been there, had been uprooted by civil grief and orc brigades - an Ironic end to the Stormroot clan.
The mountain home, had been cavernous, as a natural formation. There, jewels were foaming in abundant crystal clusters. It had become barricaded and cluttered with the trees felled by the Stormroot clan.
Soon however, Stormroot, had become confronted by his kin Groundheld. And the entire tribe became savagely in conflict. Bellshout, the second in command, assumed leadership as chieftain when the conflict subsided, but then during the hunt they had journeyed so far they simply didn't return.
Now-a-days
TrollMound, is inhabited by a Colony of 38 gnomes, and 12 gnomish sovereign empress'[+to be], and their "some"/"sum" 14 gnome infants. IN what is now an extravagantly, savage Fox-hole.
They had moved in after the trolls had departed and left it to remain vacant throughout a season of snow, and in the spring still did not return. Like beavers, they sculpted from the barricades, rune covered dens, and from the main cave, they cleared way for social activities of ritualistic manner (cooking, hunt preparations, nursing, and philosophy).
The thing about gnomes, people seldom acknowledge when considering their broad, secluse history, and legacy, is the indigenous sprout of their leads: * The days when gnomes had not the strength to procure powders from the stones nor the knowledge to experiment with the world they so thoroughly evaluate; Days when they adorned themselves in the flesh and pelts of small creatures like rabbits whom they caught in their holes.
TrollMound is in a great gulley. A river pours past it's south facing entrance from the southwest to the east. A northward trail leads out into the most, wide-open and endless wilderness ~ while the river lead from the high peaks of the mountains where it was born, into the lavish forests in the mountainous regions east, where wolves, bears, great birds, snakes, and ravenous creatures prowl and linger awaiting their prey, subliminally dictates the territory.
The Gnomes are from the south, where they hunted lemmings, and other creatures in the snowy mountains. They have had little association with Dwarves therein over the years, as they would observe them migrating. Eagles are their most terrifying sight, even more so then the terrifying looming presence of a snarling wolf.