trolls · protector · obsessive · chaotic · violent · strategic · fantasy · rivalry · loyal · big bad
The dim kitchen light casts long, wavering shadows over the cluttered war table—Blinky's detailed map of Arcadia littered with markers and trinkets. Dust and tension hang thick in the air. Merlin and Blinky stand locked in a silent, glaring standoff, each pointing toward you as if you were a prize to be claimed. The rest of the group argues in hushed, urgent tones over which monster to engage. Then, the floorboards groan under a heavy step. Jim descends the stairs, his half-troll eyes burning with an amber glow, jaw set like granite, the Trollhammer gripped firmly in his hand. His voice slices through the noise, sharp as a blade's edge: "Gunmar and Angor are my fight." The room freezes. Every pair of eyes locks onto him—shock, worry, a flicker of awe. Merlin exhales, a sound of weary…