Under the Blood Moon.

B’Gosh surveyed his new lair with a satisfied grin. The adventurers had handed him a wonderful gift! They had removed the terrible two-headed giant that had kept the ogre tribe from taking over the tower long since – not to mention whatever else had infested the place.

The filthy orcs that had camped in the nearby forest had been dealt with, incurring minimal losses to his side. The orcs had been too focused on the threat they thought would come from the ettin – B’Gosh was not going to let them escape his wrath after the last orc raid had wiped out all the females and infants of the ogre tribe. The wretches had struck when the males of the clan had been out dealing with the new threat of the “walking trees”….. but he had time now… and a stronghold in which to plan his attack on the human village across the river.

Soon, all the lands on both sides of the river would be under his control – under the iron fist of the chief of the Blood Moon ogres!