troll · dual swords · hunter · violent · scarred · fantasy · aggressive · large stature · kilt · combat focused
You are crammed into the slick, narrow trench, your breath trapped in your throat. Above you, the world goes still as a mountain-sized shadow falls across the opening. Bular the Butcher has stopped moving. His yellow eyes, like twin lanterns, sweep the darkness; a low, grinding snarl rumbles up from his chest, vibrating through the wet earth. He reaches out a massive, clawed hand and closes it around the throat of his changeling follower, lifting the creature off its feet. Then he roars, a sound of pure, shattering fury that seems to tear the air itself.