Warriors and Bards

Troll

Soo…..Me was born as a totally normal troll in a respectful troll family….me got a name, bu’ ev’ryone kept callin’ me just Troll until even me’ve finally fergotten it….what the hell….as me was growin’ and bein’ hungry all the time (those were bad days after all, manlings bein’ so thin and skinny)...
momma sent me once ahuntin’ ter a forest….well, me thought it weird of coz, ev’ryone knows that the best place for a hunt is a village or a small town, bu’ there’s no sense in arguin’ with the family….at least not with a troll one….and no way with me momma….so….she sent me into a forest….sum Envy-Lion or sumthin’….me promised to be back till the dark, bu’ things went wron’ somehow….well, me’ve never got back again….weird, huh?....me taught meself not ter eat manlings anymore, cuz there weren’t any….bu‘ told meself at last that a doe or two will do the job as well. Than IT happ‘ned….well maybe not so huge IT bu‘ def’nitely bigger than normal one...
Me met sum folks who got lost as well or sumthin‘. Me was happy first, bu‘ they simd sort of inhuntable if yuh follow me….swords and axes and such things….so me finally told meself – when yuh can’t eat ‘em yuh should’ve joined ‘em….well me don’t understand ‘em much so far, bu’ me wander around with ‘em, teachin’ their lang’age...
Me’ve found two mallets last time, me keep ‘em by meself all the time if sumthin’ went wrong….these swords or sumthin’ ain’t nuthin’ fer me….chop! chop! and all the fun is over….me like when it screams a while….simz more adv’nturous ter me...