After the Maker created the giants - dwarven legend goes on - and cast them out from the halls that would become Isergard, he forged the trolls. Shapes of hewn stone, more smooth and cunning than the giants that came before, smaller and more sophisticated, the Maker brought to life. And in the great halls beneath the Echor Mountains, halls that once bore the bodies of giants and titans, the trolls prospered. They built holdings, explored the tunnels below and the Darkholds beneath. For a time, the trolls were the guardians that stood between the monsters borne of darkness, and the light above.
But as all things end, so did the short and sweet time of the trolls. Infighting and depravity, and darker impulses overcame them and soon the Maker abandoned his creations, casting them to the surface and beginning work on the dwarves.
In the current age of humanity, with Phaeton's sunlight guiding the growth of the Sovereignty, the trolls have become a dwindling threat. When trollkind ventured forth from their subterranean halls and into the sunlight above, their inborne flaw became apparant. Not suited to the daylit radiance, they returned to stone as long as the sun shone. Only at dusk would petrified trolls return to life. With the rise of the Sovereignty, humans that encountered large statues during the day would smash these to pieces, preventing hungry and savage trolls to prey on their villages at night.
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