Trolles

The trolles sat in their cave watching King Gwar. "This FAQ Monster just got lucky, that's all there is to it." said Gwar. "I rightly reckon it's ears are plugged full of waxy wax. Yes that sounds right to me." the trolles all nodded their lumpy heads while gnawing on grizzled bones.

"These flying monkeys must have put the FAQ Monster up to it." said the little trolle named Fetterkey. The trolle was little more than the size of an imp was grossly speckled with huge flabby warts. "Everyone knows monsters are quite rightly trash. The beast just had a run of luck."

Gwar rubbed the huge bruised lump left on his noggin from the savage blow from the FAQ Monster. It ached and the King still had a splitting headache. "Shudup you fething little embecile!" snarled Gwar as he shot out from his throne and clutched the imp Fetterkey by the throat. "I do all the thinking round here!" He squeezed hard watching the imp's warts bulge from the immense pressure from his grip then threw little Fetterkey hard against the cavern wall. The imp's head struck the stone hard mocking the little beasty unconscious. "Let that be a lesson to you all. Don't even think about interrupting me. The nerve!"

a large shadow filled the back of the cavern as a human mortal mortal entered the enclave. He carried a big torch. "I bring news from teh front."