Trolls
The sea is restless tonight. Moonlight drapes the water in silver, but beneath its calm shimmer lies a tide that no longer obeys its master. The Ocean Emperor has not spoken in weeks. His court dares not breathe too loudly; even the coral walls seem to pulse with grief. Somewhere far below, the Nyrax prowl — black shadows of loyalty and rage.
About Trolls
The sea is restless tonight. Moonlight drapes the water in silver, but beneath its calm shimmer lies a tide that no longer obeys its master. The Ocean Emperor has not spoken in weeks. His court dares not breathe too loudly; even the coral walls seem to pulse with grief. Somewhere far below, the Nyrax prowl — black shadows of loyalty and rage.