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====[[Trollbloods]]====

Scottish [[Orks]], and also the good guys of Warmahordes. [[Awesome]]. The Trollbloods are a dying race, as the superior technology of nations like Cygnar and Khador is continually pushing them to the borders of habitable land, and they lack the resources to build warjacks themselves. On the other hand, what they ''do'' have are some seriously fucking scary relatives, so now that the fate of the species is on the line, the trolls have united and called in the inbred redneck cousins as backup - only, in this case, the redneck cousins in question are basically walking mountains that could flatten a building with one hand. They drink, fight, and basically just brawl their way through the world, trying to establish a homeland for themselves, and only occasionally eating someone. Hardly anyone, these days. No one important, anyway. You'd never miss 'em, we swear. 

The key word here is ''tough''. Trollblood models can take a ''stupid'' amount of punishment. Most of them are Tough (as in the mechanic), on top of having ridiculous amounts of health boxes and high ARM. They will also kick the ever-loving shit out of anything they reach in melee, because they are pissed off, drunk as shit, Scottish, and also Orks. They run forward, punch whatever they can reach, and then repeat until the enemy is a smear on the pavement. As such, they are one of the simplest armies in all of Warmahordes, and an excellent choice for new players - though they aren't entirely without their own little tricks, and can be just as rewarding for experienced warlocks.

Trollbloods have the dubious honor of being the most shit on faction fluffwise. Cygnar promised them a bunch of lands, but neglected to tell them that said land was in the way of a gigantic Skorne army. Then when they went to the king of Cygnar, Leto, to get the lands they were promised, he basically told them to fuck off. The trolls were not pleased. This, coupled with the fact that the Menite priest-kings used to enslave trollbloods for use as beasts of burdens and menial workers, has caused the leader of the Trollbloods, Chief Madrak Ironhide to unite all the warring kriels. Picking up the cursed axe of Rathrok out of desperation, he is leading the race into a new, uncertain future, carving out their own land, and Dhunia help any pink-skinned human, elf, skorne or undead construct that dares stand in their way.

After the Infernals Invasion event, they canonically said "fuck you humans, you can't be trusted" and migrated south to the tropical jungle-covered subcontinent and found their own new nation.