Unfair, usurping, and underhanded. How dare she take MY day? T is my letter! It’s my name, and it’s for my Trolls. She had a day for her smelly, dirt crawling, double crossing worms. She takes my day to point out one of them in particular?
She can rot in the oblivion of the unworshipped for all I care. She knew I’d been up late for a holiday with the orcs. These celebrations take a lot out of you, I don’t care who you are. For her to slide in and post that trash while I slept just goes to show how she is.
I don’t care what day it is. I’m posting about my trolls. If you don’t like it, you can go suck a rock. Like the dwarves do. Ha!
Ugh, she makes me so angry sometimes. I’m going to have to clean up this mess I made. Anyway… Trolls. The trolls were the second race that I created. Where the orcs are brawn and passion, the trolls are intelligence and strategy. Don’t worry, I left enough savage in them to keep them fun. Wouldn’t want to end up with a bunch of elves, after all. [shudder] Still, they are the race to go to when you need something done with precision and patience.
That’s why it had to be a troll that took over the protectorate. Think about it. A crises is coming. There isn’t time for the group to sit around staring at each other and voting on what to do. Action is required. Obviously the dwarves are out, since they are part of the problem. The tree-hugging elves would have spent the next hundred years discussing how each possibly option would affect the flow of water in the wasted lands or something equally useless. The orcs would have acted alright, but they don’t have the foresight to plan out what needs to be done. It’s perfect.
The trolls live in the south-eastern portion of Velyrim. The desert provides them with both a large area to get some good winds blowing around so they can exercise their air magic, as well as a natural defense against the water-slinging elves.
Their worship ceremonies are very ritualistic. They are able to contact their ancestors and place great importance on the messages that come from beyond the grave. Clever of me, no? What better way to pass on the experience of a lifetime than to be able to share it with those still living after you die? The trolls can gain the insight and knowledge of generations of others, all guiding and teaching them the traditions and ways of life.
Of course that can work both ways. The worst punishment for a troll is to be prevented from moving on to the afterlife. Trolls who live so far beyond what their society accepts and are unwilling to follow the laws, customs, and traditions of life are certainly not desirable to have influencing future generations. Instead, a bind is placed on the body. This bind prevents the soul from being released from the body after death. The soul is forever tied to that particular point. Criminals subjected to this punishment do not receive the usual death ceremony either. Their body is thrown to the animals. As the body parts are drug across the land, the soul is pulled along with. If that particular body part is eaten then, well, it is an unpleasant punishment after all.
Troll society is composed of religious leaders that rise up in the various family groups. These shaman have the most direct contact to the ancestors, although anyone can contact them if they are willing to work for it. The families keep strict records of lineage, and alliances are consummated through intermarriages. Blurring family lines in this way creates ancestral bonds that remain forever.
There’s trolls for you. I hope you enjoyed the info, even if it’s a day late because someone had to get all pushy and running her mouth again. And if you’re offended by any of this, then you probably belong sitting in a tree staring at a leaf for hours with the elves.