Lurking in the thick mountain forests of Albeon, hiding their homes in the mountains, are the goblin tribes, a menace upon the earth who cares only for themselves and their own survival. But still they are hunted, even the tribes who keep to themselves are killed for just being goblins, thus the goblins have begun to mobilize themselves to get better safety, keeping the majority of their people in caves and just a small group at villages they keep the majority of their kin safe.

Among one of the lesser tribes the goblins all live in a deep cave, they are only about fifty and all of them are males as they are all exiles of the goblin tribes for thinking in odd manners. For example they wanted to try and use the magic the adventurers can and defend themselves better, but that was going against the shaman way so the elder banished those who suggested it. The rest are just too intelligent for their own good while the rest were either dumb or sadistic enough to scare goblins, yeah thye were an interesting bunch of greenskins.

The leader of this tribe of exiles was a six feet and ten inches tall goblin/hobgoblin hybrid named Ughar, called the Goblin Titan for his size and physical strength, he had plans for their tribe, they would try to capture women adventurers and travelers and use them as breeding stock. And if they managed to break the women so they would be willingly fucked, breed and owned, then they could teach them the ways of the arcane, the druids and the divine. The possibilities were large and the tribe were eager for it, especially since it meant to have women to fuck, and they had not had a woman for several months now since their last goblin woman was killed in a raid of adventurers.

But they needed to do things and soon, their water was slowly turning rancid ,the few clean spots of water in the mountains were claimed by the other tribes, they needed to make a decision on what to do. There were several suggestions, some from the sole shaman in the tribe, Jug-Jug, to prepare equipment so they could spring a trap for some adventurers to stumble upon, make a suicidal attack on a village or town, make an ambush for a caravan, raid another tribe, gather new supplies of food, or equipment, from their few spots in the mountains, or go searching for new sources of fresh water, equipment and food, away from the mountains. In the end it was Ughar's choice on what they did.