Homestuck Troll Base Novels & Stories

Moritz talked with zeal. ..... It didn't work Well, if it was that simple to deceive the academy, I'd be disappointed. We tried a lot of things. It was exhilarating because instead of eliminating more trolls, we experimented with the current troll. Remove every finger, toe, ear, and nose. However, it did not work. The troll's body was a shambles now, with parts of flesh and everything else missing. "It's not torturous if it's done on the dead, is it?" Henry made his voice heard.

"These are the trolls. They love singing and eating. Their life revolves in partying and sleeping. Also, they are known for being fond of anything sparkling, and so they used to hoard large amounts of gold and silver. Laying one's hands on these treasures is one of the chief rewards for getting the better of them." Professor Morgan started his lesson with a brief introduction about the background of Trolls. According to him, the reason why these trolls were kept in an underground chamber is for their own safety. Trolls have one fatal weakness, and that is the sun. Apparently, when a troll was exposed to sunlight it will immediately be turned into a stone. Being a lover of music and arts in n

Elara POV Vexx had outdone himself this time. As soon as we were within sight of the warehouse, we were descended upon by trolls, or ogres maybe? Whatever, all I knew is they were huge, smelly, and a product of wicked magic. It took three of us to take down one of these monstrous things. Luckily, we’d only sent one of our magic workers inside with the rescue team—or bait team, depending on how you looked at it. Claire, Grey, and I felled one of these club swinging trolls together by hitting him hard with spells on all sides. No sooner did we finish with him, then another one climbed from a crevice in the earth and roared, brandishing its studded weapon at us.

The baseless snitch was caught and killed. But this part of truth was only for the underworld that thought of Dominic as a disloyal bastard. Their unawareness of his potential to be a brutal rapist was legendary. The confidential piece of information only revolved inside the family, like toxic gas in holocaust. Everyone found it difficult to come upon acceptance that Dominic had died for his attempt of rape. As much as embarrassing to gulp the fact was, they had pushed it down their throats, finding miniscule comfort in knowing that the secret remained only in family.