Such was tradition after every successful sacking of a village that all goblins of the Git Grabbaz sat huddled around a large bonfire telling stories of raids long past. However, one night in particular would see things change drastically for the rag-tag band of raiders, specifically for their boss. Zigz had barely gotten to the punchline of his story involving two halflings and a troll in heat when the great bonfire behind him began to roar. Louder and louder it roared, and as it did, so too did the fire begin to turn greener and greener. Suddenly Ol’ Shaman Wugwort began to tremble and shake, shouting aloud the visions that were passing throughout his mind so quickly. “I SEE..A GREAT, GREEN BLOB. A BIG, ROUND FELLA’ WHO BRINGS DOWN PAIN ON THOSE GITS WHOS UNWORTHY OF ‘IS GIRTH. A GREAT BIG BOSS FROM THA WORLD ‘AT WAZ”. “What wuz this gitz name huh?” Asked Boss Skug. “‘IS NAME WAZ...urm...GRUM..or um, Crom, or sumfin’ like that”. “Grum huh”, thought Skug. “I fink I kinda like that name”. And from there the rest is history. After a successful (while very painful) attempt to replicate the growth of the ancient and revered Grom the Paunch through the consumption of troll meat, Boss Skug was no more and in his place stood a goblin of such girth that no man, orruk, ogor or anything else could stand in his way of conquest. On this night, Grum was born and set loose upon a path of destruction across The Mortal Realms.