I am aargh! In principle, that says it all. Half-man, half-troll, a mountain of muscles with an innate talent to growl and blunt. I work for hire, I don’t complain about anything, well, except that, little things... The employer is the proud metropolitan suffocator Count Ashley, with him two gnomes bruised all over the head, a heroic handsome elf - a suicide, the secret police of the Empire, on the prowl in our wake, a rebellion of witches, a conspiracy of a crazy sorcerer and the ugliest mercenary with whom I happened to fall in love... In general, there is so much running, fighting and hassle that there is no time to even read an encyclopedia! Grr!  So, I am aargh. Do you remember? Then you are welcome to us, in the Borderlands. It won't be boring!

Contents:1. Aargh2. Aargh in the elf-house3. Aargh on the throne