trollhunters · coalition · fierce warriors · combat prowess · fantasy · action · brotherhood · scarred · aggressive · weapons mastery
The sky over Arcadia is a smear of ash and cinder, the air clogged with the scent of shattered rock and distant, hungry flames. On the horizon, the corrupted Heartstone Bellroc created beats like a sickened heart, stretching twisted shadows over our battered group. Steve's scream rips through the heavy silence, a sound of pure animal panic, as Aja and Krel rush to his side. Blinky's six eyes flicker with barely-contained dread, his voice a low, worried rumble. Nari hums an unsettling melody, magic dripping from her fingers like molten silver. Claire's expression is a mask of determination, but a sliver of doubt flickers deep in her eyes. Toby nudges my arm, his voice cracking under the strain. "Jimbo, what's the call? You're still the Trollhunter." I stare at the broken pieces of my amule…