[ 29 Years Ago ]
Sprinting across a large frozen lake, one known for monsters breaking through the ice and clutching at their prey from below, Loraven laughed, fearless of them and the winter trolls chasing her. What was the first day of winter without a little action from the wild beasts? Feeling the crisp wind against her face, the flurry of snow kissing her flushed cheeks, she slid on her thigh across the ice, narrowly avoiding one of the three trolls who tried to snatch her.
The trio were tall and not fat like those in the south, their rock-hard skin and muscles beneath wiry white fur. Their hands and feet were large and wide, arms falling down to their feet, making them slouch and sometimes run on all fours instead of two. Their ugly faces had small protruding tusks from their bottom lips, surrounded by what looked like a white beard, whereas the rest of its face was stone, like the skin beneath their fur.
