Trolls Characters Bergens Novels & Stories

"You surely have a knack at attracting everything, Abby. Of all the people, I wonder why the trolls choose to play a sick joke on you." Eugene still had his back on Abby while he spoke to her. Trolls were master of mischief. They often lurked in the woods waiting for travelers that could fall victim to their next mischief. They don't hurt people, they simply loved bringing them inconvenience by stealing their stuff. In Abby's case, her clothes. "I don't care what creature was that darn midget. What I want are my clothes. Where are they? I am nearly frozen cold down here." And as if proving her point, Abby made a loud sneeze just right after she said that.

“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.

Another attack continued to follow Wiggy who flew around the room, leaving a trail of fire every time it missed and hit a small balcony or lantern instead. “Face me, Coward!” Miranda screamed in annoyance. "Don't worry, Grandma. I will beat you,” replied Wiggy still casually. “After you killed your ugly Trolls.” Wiggy crossed her arms to observe his work. The giant scorched balconies and lanterns began to crack, eventually literally collapsing on the Trolls. Although not all, the number of Trolls has decreased drastically. So what happened next, Troll and Faun troops attacked each other. The Fauns use their sharp horns, woodcutting axes, and powerful kicks. While Trolls excel because their b

Bern complements William's good eye and observation skills. "Are you sure you want to train under me, William? Your wits and quick thinking is suited under my tutelage compared to my meathead of a grandson." So Berg says jokingly said to William as he pointed to George at the tavern entrance delivering ordered barrels of ale. Eldric goes with the joke, and William is not having it. Frowning and red, the two knights had a hearty laugh. Finally, after reminiscing their days of adventuring together, Berg says his farewell to the two as he and his grandson leave to complete their delivery to the other taverns on the capital. But before he does, Berg gives a keg to Eldric as a present and invites

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.

“Hello, little one. My name is Birgir. I will be your keeper from now on.” I smiled at him, my eyes becoming heavy. “Hello,” I answered back. “My name is Tova.” He grinned at me. “I know, little Tova.” He lifted me up again, getting my feet out of the snow so that they stayed dry. He carried me over to the Sleipnir and I shied back. I had seen normal horses, but this was a massive beast and he had eight legs. He was scary and I was afraid, so I hid my face in Birgir’s coat.

The princess, barely nineteen, rounded as the moon in the belly with the promised child, exchanged a blood red rose – the goddess Freida's heart of hearts - to the towering rood of a Troll Queen. The begresar was like an infernal stain on the night, tall as a horse, double jointed, a mix of lion, ram, and ox and bat. Still, she was a friendly sight for Arcadia's queen, who had little allies left. After all, they had been bosom companions in their youth, she princess of the Northern Holds, Jarngrimr princess of Utgardr before her mother Sithgunt retreated into her Seeress keep in the mountains, making Jarngrimr queen.

A servant boy drops the box he was holding and dives beneath one of the carriages, trembling. The stench of fear rises around me as we all simultaneously retreat. But trolls keep coming. They are massive, twice the height of any man, their bodies made of something that looks like living stone. Moss clings to their shoulders, and their eyes glow faintly like burning embers. Each step they take makes the earth groan. “Stay back!” one of the knights barks, drawing his sword. “I don't think they are going to listen to him,” Pip whispers, poking her head from my scarf.

The sparse tufts of sickly grey grass made the whole land look even gloomier. Yet, as in all things in life, nature found perfect tenants. Trolls. They were huge creatures with thick grey skin that you could easily mistake for a stone and with big shiny diamond shaped eyes. They looked scary, and yet there was some inexplicable beauty in them. But the trolls were not the only inhabitants of Canestor. Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves.

“The exit at the top right is where we come out. Dargot is the big circle on the left.” I opened the other eye to see the rest of the map. “Why don’t we use the tunnel on the left. Wouldn’t that bring us out nearer to the city?” “Yes,” said Claire. “But Jespert said we should avoid that part of the map because of the trolls who live there.” “Trolls? That doesn’t sound good. I don’t suppose they’re tiny with big blue hair.” “No. They’re huge with skin like rock. Jespert said they aren’t a problem as long as we don’t bother them, but they can be a bit cheeky, so we should stay out of their way.”