Unbeknownst to many, the cavernous cave-networks under the Mortal Realms are inhabited by diminutive, barely lucid, vicious, potion-brewing Moonclan Grots. These cowardly creatures often imbibe strange concoctions to overcome their less-than-heroic natures, or otherwise advance into battle behind walls of wild-squigs, muscled balls of teeth and fury.
Grot warbosses lead their forces of Grots from behind, unless they’re riding an uncontrollable Great Cave Squig. Mangler Squigs, Squig Herders, and demented Squig Hoppers bound into battle, whilst intoxicated fanatics hurl themselves to their doom like demented, swirling cannonballs.