It's an easy thing to offend a troll.

A prickly and contentious race, trolls thrive on

argument and strife, missing no excuse to raise their voices in dispute. Males grow to
maturity in subterranean chambers beneath their matriarch's domicile, feeding and
amusing themselves while contributing nothing. Often they stay for years beyond the
age of maturity, while the matriarch provides them with sustenance. When young trolls
are finally pushed from their sub-chamber, they gather with others of their kind, forming
roving gangs of malcontents who complain loudly about all manner of vexation.
As much as trolls love to argue, imagine how rare it is for a troll to be driven from his
own kind for being too difficult to get along with. Such was Jah'rakal's fate, a monger
troll from deep in the Hoven. So deluded was he, so bitter and abrasive, that even
other trolls found his company intolerable. After one particularly vitriolic outburst in
which he claimed the lion's share of loot from their latest raid, his cohorts finally
snapped. They turned on him, beat him with clubs, and drove him from the
encampment. Enraged at his banishment, he returned the next day, armed with steel,
and slew them all, one by one. He then swore a blood oath: he would ever after be a
fighting force unto himself. Now he roams the world as the Troll Warlord, bitter and
angry, the Imperial high commander of an army of one.