Finally, I had come of age, of an age to take up arms and do battle in the name of the Darkspear Trolls and to conquer land for the glory of our Warchief, Bludspitter.
To prove myself to my fellow Trolls and the great Orcs who rescued our kind, I would have to succesfully complete the seven trials of Grobsnych.
I was summoned to the tent of Gornek the merchant, who would assign me with my first task of provement.
Gornek told me that I would start by hunting and killing ten mottled boars, returning their bloody carcases to the camp for a feast later that night.
I did not have to travel far to hunt the boars as they inhabited the lands just outside of our village. Slaying the boars was easy, a few arrows to the neck was more than enough to put them asleep for good. Upon my return, Gornek advised me to chop them up for the feast. That very night, we feasted on fresh boar meat and insect limbs, the fruits of my first quest.
Later that night Gornek approached me and told me to rest up, as the following day would be a lot more tough.

Next morning, the sky was red from the village fires of Dustmore. I dressed myself in skins of fellbeast and went to see Gornek. He told me that my next task was to bring back the head of a Tarantiulus, a most fearsome creature. The blood of a full grown Tarantiulus can eat through stone and bone and turn iron to jelly.
For this next part of my trial, i was to arm myself with a daggar along with my trusty bow that was made from the bone of a dead didilousaur that i found in the desert while searching for water.
Tarantiulus can be found in the caves along the ridge of Rokdus, the caves were a ten miles walk from the village. I was allowed to take a flask of water from the volvic springs which had speical healing powers and loaf of bread from the mills of Warburden. I said farewell to my trollkin and mounted my faithful raptor stead, Starscream.