Everyone has a backstory, including us trolls. Even the flesh containers, the humans, have a backstory. But ours starts out a bit differently than theirs. The Brooding Caverns. It's the bane of our existence, deep underground. Cavern after cavern, thousands of wigglers crawl around, Jade Bloods rush about caring for the very young trolls. Though this sounds very delightful, deeper and deeper into the caverns it's a very different tale. Challenge after challenge was thrown at all the wigglers; the challenges were more than dangerous. Only the strongest can survive this. Many were slaughtered during these events, though they were only the weakest of weak. The ones without the backbone needed to live on Alternia. The older trolls called it "weeding out the lawnring" making sure only the finest and strongest trolls survived. The cavern walls dark, covered with the entire hemospectrum, even the finest and richest blood splattered over the stone walls.
Wigglers hang from their cocoons. Changing, pupating, gaining arms and legs, organs developing, their genders becoming recognizable, and in some cases wings occurs during this time. Even as this occurring. The process starts all over again. The Mother Grub creating a slurry with the genetic material, the laying of the grubs, the challenges in the deepest caverns, wigglers being killed without any mercy. After the trolls emerge from the cocoons, their real life starts, weeks inside the Brooding Caverns end.
Thousands of Lusi line up in the ginormous cavern, waiting for the young trolls to be revealed. The purple blooded Lusi float in the pond, lazing around trying to hide their excitement. Multiple brown blooded Lusi do flips through the air, wings fluttering in excitement. Grunts, meows, clawing noises, hooves stomping, a hum fills the heavy air. They can smell the young trolls, soon they become guardians. They've been waiting sweeps for this to come. They've anticipated this day.