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[Name: Antonella Mowers] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv 2)] [Race: Armored tunneling worm (Hybrid)] [Role: Gatherer] [Abyssal force: 35 AF] [Attack: 12] [Defense: 12] [Dexterity: 12 (+1)] [Agility: 7] [Intelligence: 1] [Skills:] Dig Lv 1 (passive) (^) Social organism (Passive) Lv 1 (^) [Affinities:] None It was a tunneling worm clad in a black exoskeleton, he could retract his insectoid mandibles inside his mouth, and extend them without much trouble. Three pairs of legs near his front helped to dig faster and traverse on land more effectively. And lastly, a pair of compound eyes were covered in a thin membrane to help him see better under and over the ground.

The young troll sucked in a breath as small jolts of electricity lit up under her skin, but as Mason began to smile she jerked herself from the chair and disappeared in a puff of orange glitter. The sudden action seemed to startle the flits, and they immediately began to surround Mason like a swarm of angry bees. Mina started to make a swirling motion with her hands and Murdok stood up, “stop, this is my mountain and I will maintain control here,” he barked.

I placed one foot on whatever body part that I could manage and with both my hands and foot I was able to wrench the thing off me. I grasped my head and stumbled backwards, needing to get a better look at what this thing was. I was actually mortified by what I saw. A little bipedal thing. Like a troll, or goblin, but gray and scaly. It had spikes on top of its head. I guess they’re horns. Its face was tiny, and its eyes were big with black irises in the center. It stood at only three feet tall and wore nothing. The troll like creature was holding its stomach and pointing its icky little finger at me. The little shit is laughing at me! I darted forward. As I ran, I positioned my foot to kick

She declared mockingly. Gamma Sevy chortled at her remarks, but the creature seemed to hate it and held her tighter, almost breaking her neck. Vesper's face paled, her lips started to turn purple and the veins in her neck started swelling, and it scared Gamma Sevy. He forgot to think clearly and attacked on impulse that he did not notice there was another troll coming his way. Before he could reach the fire troll that was holding Vesper, the other troll leaped at him hard and tried to bite him in the neck, but he fought it off and immediately buried his sharp fangs in the troll.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

"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

He picked up the phone and listened for a moment, then the person on the other end hung up. "Grimshaw!" Father yelled. Grimshaw dashed in. "There's trouble at the office back home," my father said. "Go handle it." Grimshaw nodded. The shift came over him quickly. His frame expanded outward, his grey skin deepening to something closer to stone, dark and rough-textured. The human proportions stretched and widened until the man I knew was entirely gone. In his place stood the troll. He rolled his neck once and then walked out through the door.

The troll grinned wider, its rusty ax held high. Phillip glared in horror. As fast as lightning deflected the ax with the back of his arm, even though it numbed his arm almost breaking it, at least the organ was still there. One hard kick from Phillip sent the Troll crashing into a puddle of mud. In the next instant, the Troll's body was sucked swiftly into the mud before it even had a chance to scream. The puddle turned into a tall mound of mud that ran like a snail. Phillip quickly backed away as the creature approached, but it turned out to be only helping him to his feet. Phillip frowned in amazement as the mud creature waved his hand in a friendly manner. Typical Northern Falsies.

Ok so not just me that’s shocked this time thank goodness. “Yes I said troll” he smirks “Trolls aren’t like you see in the stories, we are however usually abnormally large and brutish looking so you tend to find us nowadays working as bouncers, security, wrestlers, occasional police officers and basketball stars. Because I have mixed parentage I don’t look much like the trolls you see today I do however have some traits the height and slight muscle form” He gestures to his body and I hear Johnny low growl a little. “Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My dr