Troll Lord
First Post
"Sista, ss- Sista," the foul odoriferous heap of mangled flesh whispers through tight wretched lips. "Sista, ss- say your part now!" The wad of rotting skin and hide moves forward and extends its arm towards a beautifully woven red velvet dress hanging from the wall. It points towards the dress with a crooked finger bespeckled with black oozing sores, green warts, and a fingernail clipped to a bleeding cuticle. The creature, almost touching it, but not quite, hisses between swollen lips. "Sista..."
From along the wall, emerging from twisted shadows comes another mound of filthy flesh. Its rolls of fat folding over and over one another, its pale skin, shredded with disease and weeping sicknesses, cover this mound of hatred as it plods across the floor. It approaches a large vat of bubbling, black stew in the middle of the room, dips in its malformed hand and withdraws a small amount of the sticky goo which she quickly quaffs. Its throat now wetted, it begins to mumble and crone, speaking soiled words from the dawn of Inzae's unmaking. It then begins to weave and dance in hideous contortions in front of the velvet dress eventually pulling a small tuft of hair from within a fold of fat to throw on the ground before it.
Then silence befalls this small sepulcher of hatred in which dwell these stinking caricatures of mankind. Grimy drops of moisture drip from the ceiling, plunking into a salty pool or onto the stone floor while rivulets of water rush down the walls as if seeking egress from this hole...
This is the world of Bergholt.
"By Shadow of Night" a new Companion Book brought to you by Troll Lord Games
From along the wall, emerging from twisted shadows comes another mound of filthy flesh. Its rolls of fat folding over and over one another, its pale skin, shredded with disease and weeping sicknesses, cover this mound of hatred as it plods across the floor. It approaches a large vat of bubbling, black stew in the middle of the room, dips in its malformed hand and withdraws a small amount of the sticky goo which she quickly quaffs. Its throat now wetted, it begins to mumble and crone, speaking soiled words from the dawn of Inzae's unmaking. It then begins to weave and dance in hideous contortions in front of the velvet dress eventually pulling a small tuft of hair from within a fold of fat to throw on the ground before it.
Then silence befalls this small sepulcher of hatred in which dwell these stinking caricatures of mankind. Grimy drops of moisture drip from the ceiling, plunking into a salty pool or onto the stone floor while rivulets of water rush down the walls as if seeking egress from this hole...
This is the world of Bergholt.
"By Shadow of Night" a new Companion Book brought to you by Troll Lord Games
