Meet Breta, Maltic And Seift, 3 Thrall Cousins

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

"We do what any troll does for fun." Gunmar stated, "There's drink. And games. Puzzle shields are a popular one. Song. Dances."

"Did a human give you that?" Gunmar asked, guiding her to one of the tents. Inside, Gunmars favorite generals were clustered together, curled up atop a pile of furs.

Gunmar's eye flashed, and he said nothing, looking down at her.

Her eyes met his, her eyes said everything that need to be said, “I am just worried about them, I have never left them alone this long”

Gunmar nodded grimly.

After a days rest, Breta started to make her way home, as promised she allowed the troll who protected her to follow her back. She rubbed the trees before making a small jog. Breta pointed to small huts that were closed in, there were only 40 maybe 50 different trolls.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

"We do what any troll does for fun." Gunmar stated, "There's drink. And games. Puzzle shields are a popular one. Song. Dances."

"Did a human give you that?" Gunmar asked, guiding her to one of the tents. Inside, Gunmars favorite generals were clustered together, curled up atop a pile of furs.

Gunmar's eye flashed, and he said nothing, looking down at her.

Her eyes met his, her eyes said everything that need to be said, “I am just worried about them, I have never left them alone this long”

Gunmar nodded grimly.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

"We do what any troll does for fun." Gunmar stated, "There's drink. And games. Puzzle shields are a popular one. Song. Dances."

"Did a human give you that?" Gunmar asked, guiding her to one of the tents. Inside, Gunmars favorite generals were clustered together, curled up atop a pile of furs.

Gunmar's eye flashed, and he said nothing, looking down at her.

Her eyes met his, her eyes said everything that need to be said, “I am just worried about them, I have never left them alone this long”

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

"We do what any troll does for fun." Gunmar stated, "There's drink. And games. Puzzle shields are a popular one. Song. Dances."

"Did a human give you that?" Gunmar asked, guiding her to one of the tents. Inside, Gunmars favorite generals were clustered together, curled up atop a pile of furs.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

"We do what any troll does for fun." Gunmar stated, "There's drink. And games. Puzzle shields are a popular one. Song. Dances."

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

"We do what any troll does for fun." Gunmar stated, "There's drink. And games. Puzzle shields are a popular one. Song. Dances."

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

"I know him well." Gunmar replied, tilting his head slightly.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

“A bit but not a lot, I all know is that he is a warlord that cares nothing but himself, at least that’s what the elders say”

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

Gunmar frowned.

She very quickly caught up to him, not wanting to be left behind. She worried about her younger cousins hoping they would be okay for the day.

Gunmar stared at her for a long, long beat, then as they came over a hill, he pointed.

Her mouth was gaping, she never seen a camp so big before. She wondered how everyone knew where they lived.

"My armies." Gunmar stated, walking into the camp. Every troll stopped what they were doing to acknowledge him as he passed, their eyes settling curiously onto Breta.

She was concerned about the fact that they mainly eat humans. But she didn’t question their normal as she had no say.

Gunmar paused before one of the cook fires, grabbing a hand and tearing it free.

“Eh, I am surprised me and my cousins lived for so long, we only have eachother after our parents died” she rubbed her arm.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

Gunmar frowned.

She very quickly caught up to him, not wanting to be left behind. She worried about her younger cousins hoping they would be okay for the day.

Gunmar stared at her for a long, long beat, then as they came over a hill, he pointed.

Her mouth was gaping, she never seen a camp so big before. She wondered how everyone knew where they lived.

"My armies." Gunmar stated, walking into the camp. Every troll stopped what they were doing to acknowledge him as he passed, their eyes settling curiously onto Breta.

She was concerned about the fact that they mainly eat humans. But she didn’t question their normal as she had no say.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

Gunmar frowned.

She very quickly caught up to him, not wanting to be left behind. She worried about her younger cousins hoping they would be okay for the day.

Gunmar stared at her for a long, long beat, then as they came over a hill, he pointed.

Her mouth was gaping, she never seen a camp so big before. She wondered how everyone knew where they lived.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

Gunmar frowned.

She very quickly caught up to him, not wanting to be left behind. She worried about her younger cousins hoping they would be okay for the day.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.