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[erratic-onslaught]

✎ -trolltap

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse (not accepting any more)

grump gramp

[freljord-le]

"What kind of troll would hang out with the little folk? Back in my day, we would see the small peoples rolled around the in snow until-" He doesn't seem ready to stop. -trolltap

Even if he didn't stop talking, the little blue yordle made herself comfy in the snow. Making friends with weird people was kind of her thing, so she didn't mind making one more and listening to his stories. @trolltap

[draklorn]

18'5" -trolltap

Comparing Heights

"Not the biggest troll I have seen..." // @trolltap

[trolloflegend]

"Don't eat that human trash! You'll get soft!" -trolltap

The King snorted out a scoff. “It’s not for me, you log!” he loudly corrected. He then lifted the cart and gave it a little rattle, shaking the numerous boxes inside. “You give them to other people who’re lonely. It’s bait!”

He wrinkled his nose with a sour frown. “They’re too sweet to eat, anyway."

[erratic-onslaught]

“What was that?” -trolltap

Supernatural Creatures

The foreigner's head whipped around to look at the elder with the shifted tongue still hanging out of his mouth, having not successfully pulled it completely back in after snatching a bird with a frog tongue "trick."

"...." He points at his tongue, confused, as the bird still flails its only free wing from the closed cone of tongue.

@trolltap

[erratic-onslaught]

"Watch your fucking mouth," the old troll croaked. -trolltap

"I talk, how I want!"

He flashed a massive frown at the native. Then, with an exaggerated rear back of his arm and a single finger raised, he pointed down at him sharply.

"FUCK."

@trolltap

[trolltap]

☠ ?

No finally worded letter, no scrawl on stone or snow: just a rent iceborn cloak and a massive troll footpath leading off into the tundra. Despite the titanic struggle, the upturned frost lacks a drop of blood or viscera (at least non-troll blood), so the iceborn know their soldier still lives.

[draklorn]

@trolltap​ declares:  "Your little whisper won't drown out the drums of war; how they thunder and roar." 

"Our truths, our teachings, are only for those of stronger faith to follow. Our shared home's.... violent tendencies and traditions will always be a priority to those whose hearts beat in tandem with the drums you speak of, troll.”

There was no aggression to the Draklorn’s tone, gestures mimicking their movements of a sermon to the crowd of a potential tribe, helping them understand and accept the only truth of the Freljord.

“But there will be a final beat to the drum. When all else is silenced, when all that is left is the howl of the wind over the stained snow and dark ice, so too will our whispers carry on through the quiet world. The loudest sound left."