Company Lore

[Valdus]

This thread is for the Company's lore, history, backstories and myth. Players here are encouraged to write the history of their characters particularly in relation to 'The Troll Company'.

At intervals players are expected to write a summary of the adventure from their characters point of view (first or third person).

In this way, we can collectively create a setting using The Troll Company as a base. the Scenario expanding from our humble group of trolls.

So let me begin,,,

Some words and inscriptions remain of the origins of the Troll Company, now lost to circumstance and hard luck. For now, the Company is but a shadow of its former glory.

The books mention a group of adventurers using the underside of a ruined bridge, and its tunnels, to bottleneck an entire province into submission. Tunneling deeper, these 'trolls' as the surrounding lords called them angrily, fashioned an entire underground town, pushing deeper and deeper.

But that is legend.

Now this once powerful mercenary fold is a Company in name only. Given that name by a sarcastic tradesman to a team he hired to explore the Observatory of the Great One. This mission in hopes of opening trade routes and caravans into that deserted region.

[Khaboom]

So, over a beer or two, Fungal drops his tacitunity and will let slip facets of his life story, starting with those he is proud of, drifting on to things he aspires to and eventually to snippets that are uncomfortable him.
The barebone facts flow as easily as the ale - he did the whole mining thing, made a tidy sum through hard work and blind luck, overreached himself in setting up a modest assessor business, let rip with his gambling kink and lost the business when he didn't have the rent money.
He had to serve as a mercenary for an ambitious but under-brained noblewoman and spent several ale-free years as the captive of a band of half-elves who put a stop to the lady's dreams of grandeur.
He was finally released when the half-elves acquired three hobbit slaves who ate between them less than half of what it took to feed Fungal. He had to swear an oath to Gristlegrim that he would not seek revenge on his captors but (so he believes) is free of this bond because he managed to cross his toes, unbeknownst to the half-elves.
Since escaping the leafy gloom of forest life, he has pushed broom for a crust in the big city but hankers for a chance to wrestle power from the Great Ones so that he might put the world to rights...