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“I sense a change in the breezes. Good fortune comes my way, bringing flesh to shred,” muttered Torbuk.

Beneath the Archtopis lived the hermit known as Torbuk the Damned. A scavenger of rats and mushrooms, his mind had become twisted toward those who live in the light.

“Filth is protection from those light dwellers. They fear the stench, so I keeps plenty around,” said the creature.

Mörken had tried to win him over, but his efforts left ten Troth warriors headless. 

“Dark man thinks he can tell Torbuk is ways? Never! I will end all who try to stop me,” said Torbuk.

Torbuk had become restless as the war between Mörken and the forest folk grew closer to the Archtopis. 

“Enough waiting. The time has come to silence this foolishness. My rats are leaving me. That can’t be allowed,” whispers the troll.

When the smoke had cleared, two hundred Troth warriors lay dead, and Torbuk the Damed rested beneath the Archtopis.

“Now, my tasty softies, come and eat the meat of the fallen. Grow plump and yummy for old Torbuk,” said the thing.

Torbuk did not need to worry about the coming war for a very long time.

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