[b][u]Southern Tarkiman Wilderness[/u][/b]
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Tarkima, a primal and untamed realm filled with savage beasts and barbarian clans, all trapped within an endless cycle of violence and survival, none personify this then Mornog the Horned Troll, an seemingly ageless beast that has roamed lands for centuries, searching endlessly for prey to satiate his bottomless hunger. 

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[i]Hunger. Hunt. Hunger. Hunt.[/i]

These words repeat over and over within the simple mind of this towering beast as it lumbered along the breezy grasslands, smaller creatures fleeing the unnatural troll as it pursed its small prey. 

[i]Hunger. Hunt. Hunger. Hunt[/i]

Mornog's presence wouldn't be so easily ignored, for the past week, a small Brakor War Party had followed the Horned Troll, with the hopes of being the select warriors to finally put an end to the beast of legend. From afar in a nearby forest, a band of thirty warriors hid and waited as Mornog lumbered on through the fields, the leader of the band, a young blond human, crept further ahead, slowly raising his clenched fist as he he order his men to remain still till he gave the signal, this was it, today was the day the beast dies, to free Tarkima of Mornog's reign of terror. 

With his confidence high, the War Party leader lowered his fist and pulled out a battle horn, blowing with all his might as the booming sound of battle rang in the air. The warriors sharply stood up and charge from the forest, letting out their battle cry as Mornog took notice, his new prey foolishly displaying themselves for the picking. 

Letting his his deafing roar, the troll answered their challenge and charged forth. Within mere moments, they clashed, the war party scattering to evade the beast's stomp, several of which were slow to react as Mornog crushed them beneath his heels. "Bring it down!"  A warrior cried out as he readied his spear as tossed it towards Mornog, the tip of the spear barely piercing the hardened troll flesh.

Several more spears flew in the air, all bouncing off. "Damnation!" One of them cried out, before being fling halfway across the grass fields from one swing from Mornog's claw, all the while, a few more warriors were quickly consumed by the beast. 

"No...No.." The war party leader mumbled, this was to be his moment, his heroic tale to be told to children for ages to come, this was to be his fable, his dream... all of it shattered. It won't end like this, he won't allow it to be so, by the grace of the Gods, he will slay the Troll.

With one last battle cry, he charged towards Mornog, lunging his axe onto the hide, blood seeping out from the wound like a river as he climbed up the back of the beast, all the while, Mornog let out another deafening roar, the pain too much to simply ignore. No matter how much Mornog thrashed and swung, the warrior held on as he climbed his way near the neck, where he prepared to make his final strike to end it all. "Back to the foul pit with you Mornog!" The warrior cried out as readied to swing....however, his body had weakened, his grip was loosened as Mornog tossed one last time, shaking off the poor warrior as he flew against one of the trees from the forest, his body battered, bloodied and broken, but barely alive nonetheless. His defeat had broken the remainder of his war party as they fled in terror.

Mornog, out of malicious spite, stomped over and simply observed the dying warrior, coughing out blood and teeth shards as he looked up at the troll, his eyes filled with a rage typical of a tarkiman warrior, but remained helpless and was at death's door. "Go ahead...foul beast..end it..." he said weakly as he lost consciousness.  

With that, Mornog grabbed the now lifeless body, and consumed it. After a bloody, yet brief skirmish, and a successful hunt....Mornog still felt the hunger pains...the hunt must go on...[i]Hunt. Hunger. Hunt. Hunger.[/i] 

He continued his hunt, moving further south, beyond the boundaries of the Tarkiman Clans, setting his sights on the Emerald Empire.