Great Titagron, I had a vision I could not believe!
Decades from now I saw unbelieveable, but clear glimses of a troll that walks under the sun without damage, without pain and holds a powers that could tear a moutain from inside.
The troll's golden skin and his red fur glimmer in the sun and its eyes are bright like peridots.
My lord, this power cannot be handled to anyone or else the dark minds use it to ruin the fragile harmony. What I am asking, is this sun troll a threat to us?
My soothcyer companions cannot catch the glimse again. Please answer our worries in exchange for this sacrifice.
*Holding out a basket with troll food and freshly dead goat as a sacrifice while kneeling*
The titanic troll hummed and reached down to take up the basket, his eyes glinting thoughtfully. He remembered the primordial earth, the land of turbulent elements all foaming and rumbling as they found and carved out their place in the world. He remembered the molten lava of his volcanic homes, the brilliant green forests of Gæta's domain, and all the children they had on their journey who eventually became one with their domains.
"I have had many sons, daughters, and stonesort in my young years," he rumbled, considering the basket in his dark red claws. "Many with power to rival mine and their mother's. Perhaps this is one of my lost children? One who escaped Death's curse upon the sun?"
He slipped the basket between his tusks, consuming the food and goat with it.
"You have done well to seek me," he hummed, gazing down at his worshiper. "Bring me any further news of this Sun Troll. Bring him to me if you can. It may be that he is the last of his brood."
