Novel & Cerita Homestuck Trolls Names

The trolls were enormous, with thick, gray skin and long arms that swung by their sides, but instead of charging, they stopped at a distance and raised their hands in a peaceful gesture. “Hold!” Wulfric barked, motioning for the pack to stand down, though the tension remained high. The lead troll stepped forward, his voice deep and resonant. “We mean you no harm,” the troll said, his words slow but clear. “We have heard of your journey… your quest for the haven. We would like to join you.” “How did you know that we were going to find the haven?”

“Do you want to go see it. I could take you.” “Sure.” On our way to Eventide, we pass over a bridge. In the gully below are trolls, actual trolls. “Queen bring friend,” a huge troll says. “Hi, Shengis! Yes, this is my friend, Hope. Hope, this is Shengis. He’s kind of the leader of the trolls.” “Friend of Queen is friend of Shengis,” he says. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you,” I say. I’m introduced to several other trolls, including Shengis’ mate, son, and several other trolls. When we’re done, we say goodbye and cross to the other side on a bridge that looks like a huge, fallen tree.

she asked, knowing the game well. He shook his head. "I dunno yet, maybe sword and board." "What's his name?" she asked, indicating the arrow-headed blonde on the computer screen. "I dunno," Kenny shrugged. "Lars or something." "It's not Lars, you fuckin' hoser," Alex said. "It's like, Hrothgar or Sven." "Yeah. Let's just call him Blondie McArrowhead," Kenny said, shooting another arrow and eliciting the same response from the computer game character.

"Little girl, you've got a knack for speaking... By any chance, are you a poet or something?" The troll asked with an excited gleam on his eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he looked at Audrey. "No, I'm not. I am certainly not one... I am a sorceress and I work with a wand" "Oh I see, that makes sense... By the way, my name is Cents." "Andrew here, nice to meet you... I hope to see you in the future too."

"If you need our help, just call for us sister. We are helping spirits; we are the vaetter of the earth and stones''. He lets go of my hand, and shrinks back to a stone. When I look closer I can recognise his face on the surface. And when I look at the next stone I realise it has a face too. It takes a bit of time before it sinks in what I have just experienced. The warmth the troll had sent into me is still lingering as a glove around my hand. I stare at the stone, then at my hand and then back to the stone. "Oh wow". I turn to Siri. "Did you see that ?" "Yeah you looked like you were going to pee yourself. I was getting nervous you would run of". Siri chuckles. "So it was all real ? It rea

The trolls spoke their own language, and it was unlike anything I’d heard before. Their voices were deep and gravelly. They chatted among themselves and pretended not to understand me when I spoke, but I knew very well that they could. The smallest one was on my left, and seemed very taken with me. He was the only one who looked friendly, and eventually he started talking. I knew it! I knew they could understand me. “Tell me about trolls,” I asked. I’d found out his name was Cory and his dad was the leader of this clan. “How do you shape-shift?”

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

“The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming. We don’t know much about them other than that they live in the desert in the West. The dwarfs however live and breathe war and are known for their immense skills in battle. They also worship Serian the God of war and each house within the dwarven city possess a small statue of him.” “And why don’t we know much about the trolls, if they are peaceful why has no one travelled to their home in person to document their lives?” Her mother asked slowly, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her daughter’s answer. “Because no one has been able to surviv

she growled. “I know nothing about a sister or a – ow!” The troll was interrupted by Rose sticking him with her sword. “Okay, okay. They took them to the mountain.” “What mountain?” I growled. I could feel my magic in my fingers. I wanted to hurt this thing. The troll rolled its eyes. “Troll Mountain. The giant castle built into a rock. Ever heard of it?” it snapped. “I thought we lived under rocks…” it muttered. “You will take us there,” Thomas growled.

“Anyway, what’s the plan? We wait and ambush it?” “Yeah, might. It’s only one, so it shouldn't be a problem.” Kim said. “Alright then, we better prepare. Trolls aren’t too strong, but we still have to be careful.” Paul instructed. “Yuki, you got backside. Kim and Herman, you two stay on guard. Me and Mel will set up a trap so it will be easier to take it down. Got that?” “Yup!” Kim immediately answered. They started preparing the ambush. Trolls are nocturnal creatures so it was right to have come at night while they were out. They could not possibly expect an ambush from inside their home. They were ready now, all that’s left was to wait for the troll to come.