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Murometz
November 1, 2014
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Time Spent With Trolls    Lifeforms  (Fauna)   (Swamp)

Some field notes on Trolls, courtesy of T.H.I.S.

Forganthus
December 9, 2012
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Ghorion, the Weaponmaster    Lifeforms  (Unique)   (Mountains)

Ghorion was once one of the Three Troll Kings of the Cloudsteeth Mountains.  Undeath has only made him crueler, and much, much more powerful.

Scrasamax
June 16, 2007
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Mountain Trolls    Lifeforms  (Intelligent Species)   (Mountains)

They were formidable even before they learned how to use weapons.

Nahactl, the Wanderer

Scrasamax
February 6, 2006
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Trollshaw Staff    Items  (Melee Weapons)   (Magical)

The Trollshaw Staff is roughly six feet tall, though if the bends in the wood were pulled out straight, the staff would easily be eight or nine feet tall. As it is, it is twisted as a troll itself.

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The Place of Black Snow

       By: Murometz

Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.

Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.

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