The Frostmaw Brood

A brood of trolls denned in the high northern passes under the oldest and largest of their kind — frost-scarred, regenerating, and old enough to have broken hold-gates before.

Trolls are not social the way orcs or goblins are, but where the cold is worst they gather — a handful of cave-trolls and the rare ogre denning around the one apex too big to challenge. In the Northern Rampart that apex is the Troll-King: a dire troll grown vast and patient on a diet of anything that climbs the passes, scarred white with frost and old enough to remember the last time a hold sent men up after it. They did not come back either. The Brood is less a faction than a territory with teeth — but the territory is the only road north, and the teeth are why no one walks it alone.