Troll Anatomy Homestuck Novels & Stories

I can’t bet my luck to try killing it when it was forming as I don’t want to die again after just a week escaping The Flesh, so in the meantime, I rolled the white knitwear—which I know will turn red later because of how violent I’ll tear this creature in front of me apart—and then unzipped my hockey bag which I stored my modified hockey stick and my kitchen knife. The completion of it’s formation was usually signaled with it’s outer layer hollowing into several medium sized holes to let the tentacles portrude outside, and that’s when I strike. I charged forward, before leaping to spin my body and land a blow which split its huge body into two. Although that blow looks fatal, that alone wasn

The light that had filtered through moments ago was all but gone, leaving Damien to rely on his heightened senses. Then, without warning, the ground trembled beneath him. Damien stumbled, his heart leaping into his throat. The trembling grew stronger, accompanied by a low, rumbling growl. His eyes darted toward the sound, and out of the dense undergrowth, massive, hulking figures emerged—trolls. Their gray skin was rough and jagged like stone, their yellowed eyes gleaming with malicious intent. They towered over him, each one at least twice his size, and the moment their gaze locked onto him, they charged.

It takes me a full two minutes before I understand what I’m seeing. As I watch, trolls begin pulling themselves from the walls of the cliffs. They stand, stretching is if they have been in the same position for too long. Rocks and boulders fall off their bodies, tumbling into the water beneath them. When they are done, there are ten trolls standing in the ravine and the gap has extended making it more of a gorge than a ravine. Shengis is hugging a troll that looks like a female. Another one coming up to him, embracing him. Haijen is also hugging what I think is a female troll.

Until here, her fate will remain unknown. A sudden scream was heard up the dungeons, “My Lady, we have to go now!” Charlotte was interrupted reading even though she didn’t understand what does it says. As they ascended from the pit, a group of monsters known as the trolls, as the largest and also most violent troll genus. It was ten feet tall, while Legolas was only seven feet tall. They have a dark gray body, a chunky torso, and kinky feet with flat soles. It emitted a powerfully unpleasant odor reminiscent of old socks and foul-smelling places. Its nose was filled with what appeared to be puffy, grayish paste: troll mucilage.

Then he expanded, “But then if we both killed him, that would make it five and a half to four and a half. Don't you think so?” They arrived at the trolls and snapped out of their friendly altercation as Anna vanished the fire that protected them. “I am starving. Let us eat something,” mumbled Anna. "Why am I not surprised?" "And why are you such a jerk, David? I'm bloody hungry." Trozan stepped backward fearfully. Anna paused, then chuckled, “...Hey. Fret not my friend trolley dear, we are not going to eat you. We! Truth be told, we would not even eat those feral. Ew! Disgusting really.”

Jarnja said, voice slow and thick like poisoned milk, her black fur bristling, the troll queen's ram horns shining with helafire as a light snow began to fall. With a spiked claymore, Jarnja slit her throat clean through to the larynx and bled copiously down into the hoary mead horn. The bindrune on her drinking cup shaped like the Devouring Wolf lit with icy blue runefire, and as the troll queen's ichor poured out until her veins ran dry, the black soup gathered in princess Aslaugh's outstretched hands, pooling in the horn and dribbling onto Aslaugh's muscled, sword honed fingertips.