Tamiira’s parents were priests of Argan Argar. Barter is a way of life, and daughters are just another commodity, right? Her mother would always over feed her in an effort to plump her up. Her intent was cross species marriage within the faith to increase her own status… Anyway, so Tamiira is all set to marry a troll. Some Trolls? They aren’t too happy about this. Trolls have their own problems, right? The Trollkin Curse. They want purebred Mistress Race Trolls. This is just going to go badly wrong. Tamiira sees how badly Trollkin babies are treated. Seriously, who’d want that for their kids? And half trolls - Tusk Riders - are treated even worse. And the clan Tamiira marries into? They have just given birth to a Mistress race daughter. Not all Trolls are happy with this turn of events. And on her wedding night, a Zorak Zoran war party descends on the feast and massacres Tamiira’s entire family. Wow. Harsh. Brutal. What can I say? Every culture has xenophobic extremists. Tamiira escapes. But she doesn’t escape alone. Yes. She is carrying that mistress race troll baby like its her own daughter. And fleeing assassins and Troll war parties. Who knows who survived the massacre or not! But we know her husband to be did not. Poor Tormalog. What can I say? One part Game of Thrones, one part Mandalorean.