A once peaceful and protectorate society, the Ranjorc Behemoths made up the various mountain ranges providing shelter to the creatures that were insignificant beneath them. After a few thousand years, Old Man Tremble is the last of his kind. His brethren destroyed by envious gods and sadistic warlocks. He has gone into a deep slumber to hide in plain sight and as you pass near him, the ground trembles slightly as he sleeps. No longer a protector and no longer wishing to be involved in the squabbles of men or gods alike.