TROLLRIM
The path leads higher up towards the black mountain's snow-white summit. A majestic view awaits, Ancient strength and true honor awaits.
In deep caves under the throat of the world , the troll's gather. Big trolls, small trolls, ugly and beautiful. In the middle stands the troll king, taller than an elf with long brown hair and cold white eyes. He is one of the old ones , more humanoid, with long pointed ears and jagged teeth. He is Rivfader.
"Jag döper mitt sinne
I sanningens bäck
Ur berget den rinna
Denna becksvarta ådra!" Rivfader roars, and the trolls roar back and jump and dance and sing and smash.
"Berget dåna, kraft mig fylla
Denna urgud alla trollfolk hylla!" He roars, and the trolls roar back, and charge out the caves into the cold night air, down the mountainside like an avalanche towards a pitiful woodsmen village at the bottom of the valley.
Down in Riverwood, nearly the whole village is in The Sleeping Giant inn, getting drunk as hell.
Delphine, the innkeeper, is disappointed.
"Orgnar, Orgnar! Are you listening?" She demands to the bartender.
"Hard not to." Orgnar replies.
"The ale is going bad. We need to get a new batch. Did you hear me?" She chastises the ignorant Nord.
"Yep. Ale's going bad." He grumbles.
"I guess you don't have potatoes in your ears after all. Just make sure we get a fresh batch in soon."
Orgnar, the sullen bartender, grumbles, then resumes washing a mug with a clothe.
"This is hopeless, I've got a ledger to fill out, I'll be downstairs" Delphine heads into one of the rooms, locking the door behind her.
Orgnar nods.
The inn is full tonight. Sven the bard and Faendal the hunter are both trying to flirt with Camilla, while her brother sits in the corner drinking a mead.
"You play so well!" Camilla compliments him.
"With you as my muse, how could I not?" He says, giving a quick look at Faendal, as if to say "I got this bro".
"Oh Sven, you do know how to turn a girls head" Camilla blushes.
Embry, the town drunk slams his mug on the bar, "I need some more ale, Orgnar!"
"You've had more than enough, Besides, you still haven't paid for the last one."
"I'll find some coin for you! I always do."
"Until then, I've no ale for you."
Embry glares at the barkeep, then drunk saunters away. Orgnar sighs, then looks around the bar.
"Not this again..." He growls, noticing Hadvar and Ralof facing each other.
"You stormcloak scum are what's wrecking Skyrim!, You know you're not welcome in Imperial land!" Hadvar the soldier shouts at Ralof the rebel.
"Imperial land?! Skyrim for the nords! You bastard!" Ralod shouts back, tossing aside his mug of ale.
"You Stormcloacks know nothing and your sister is a slut!" Hadvar spits back, pointing at Ralof's sister, the mill owner.
"Calm down boys, this inn is neutral! No fights here!" Orgnar shouts back, but it's too late, Ralof and Hadvar immediately jump at each other's throat, and begin wrestling on the ground. The townsfolk cheer as Orgnar races around the bar to break them up.
Down below in the basement, Delphine hears scuffle.
"God damn it, this is the last time those bastards fight it out in here, they're both banned" Delphine snarls. She looks around her secret room and notices her old sword. It reminded her of better times, of fighting with the blades instead of breaking up drunken bar fights. She grabbed her mug of ale, took a long drink and grabbed her sword, "This will send them a message, I'm done with their shit."
Upstairs, the two continue to fight.
"Stop this! GET OUT!" Orgnar shouts. Ralof has knocked Hadvar to the ground and attempts to stomp him, but Orgnar grabs him from behind and throws him across the room. Hadvar gets to his feet to charge Ralof, but Orgnar pushes him back to the ground.
"I wont have anymore violence in this inn! Both of you are no longer welcome here!"
Just then, the door is kicked open, and half a dozen trolls, nearly twice as wide as a man, charge into the room.
"TROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" Embry the drunk roars, right before the first troll literally rips half his face off with one swipe of it's claws.
"Gods! NO!" Orgnar shouts. He rushes back behind the bar to grab a hidden mace, but one of the trolls leaps right over the bar and pins him to the ground with the force of a cannonball, breaking his arm.
One of the doors is kicked open and Delphines stands in the threshold, blade in hand.
"ALRIGHT! Who started this ... holy fucking hell trolls?!" She gasped. One troll grabs Ralof sister and smashes her face onto a table with such a force that it flips over on top of her. Alvor, the blacksmith, wraps his arms around the trolls neck from behind, but it grabs both his arms and flips him over it's head, and smashes him down onto the stone floor with a loud back breaking crunch. Alvor lets out a gasp and blood splatters out his mouth. The troll is not finished with him, and throws him across the room, where he collapses as a crumbled heap in the corner.
"Orgnar! Where are you! Holy shit!" Delphine screams as the troll that has pinned down Orgnar rips his broken arm right out of its socket, twists it loose from his body and begins beating him with it.
Delphine charges the troll and runs her sword clean through it's chest, killing it, but Orgnar is long dead. She looks around the bar. Four of the trolls are beating her patrons to death on one side of the fire pit, while on the other side only one troll stands, fighting Hadvar and Ralof at the same time, while Faenlin the hunter cowers under a table.
This is my chance, Delphine thinks to herself. She leaps over the table and jump kicks the troll, knocking it back into the fire pit. A great hissing sound is heard, like steam from a kettel as the troll quickly burns, it's fat sizzling and boiling inside it's skin. It lets out an unearthly scream as the fat pops, exploding out it's fur and spewing burning death across the room.
"Come on! Let's go!" She runs out the door, with Hadvar, Ralof and Faenlin behind her. Outside, in the cold night, more trolls are about, devouring the guards.
"GODS!, NO!" Hadvar cries out, seeing his young niece Dorthe, or what remained of her, being devoured by three trolls in the middle of the street.
The three trolls stop and face him. One lets out a low growl ,and they give chase.
"This way!" Delphine leads them, as they sprint from the three trolls. A confused guard see's them, "This way, to the bridge!" he orderes, but they've already passed him. A moment later one of the trolls tackles him and rips out his throat in one swift motion.
The four are halfway across the bridge, when a tall figure flanked by three trolls steps out at the other side.
The tall figure holds out his hand, and speaks
"Nu rör sig skogen själv
Tusen troll går som en
Inget ljud inte en viskan hörs
Krigssvin över älven körs"
Delphine looks back and forth and sees the exit has been blocked by three more trolls.
"We're surrounded!" Faenlin the hunter cries out, "I don't want to die!"
"Så faller man efter man
Så viner en vind av blod och lem
Mindre dock av dem troll som skyddar sina hem" The troll king speaks. He lowers his hand and the six trolls charge the bridge from both sides.
Delphine looks around quickly, "Quick! Into the river!" She orders, jumping off the bridge. The others jump in after her, and are immediately swept up by the current and drag towards the rapids.
"Prepare yourself!" Delhpine screams, trying to steady herself in the freezing cold waves, but she quickly loses track of the others.
Rivfader watches them as they flow down the river.
"Nu se kristimän böjs" He growls.
Inside the ruins of The Sleeping Giant Inn, Sven the bard is pushed to his feet. He is surrounded by trolls , but they do not attack him.
"What is this?! Gods, what has happened?!" he cries, but they merely laugh at him.
One troll, different and more human looking then the others, jumps up onto the bar table with a savage looking accordion strapped to his back and face covered in beautiful tribal paintings of trees. He snaps his fingers , and Camilla, Sven's love, is pulled forward and thrown to the ground.
"Sven, what is happening?!" She pleads. She is bloodied and bruised.
"I don't know" Sven replies pitifully. The old troll on the counter laughs, and reveals in one hand, Sven's lute. He tosses it to Sven, then he pulls out his accordion and begins to play.
"På trollherrens tryne nu stiga ett grin
Han höjer sin yxa, han piskar sitt svin
Ansikten vrids till ilska andra vrids till skräck
När trollens armé rider fram
I en storm av blod och träck!"
The other trolls join in the song, adding percussion by ripping out the bones of the dead and smacking them on the floor and walls. Then they stop, and the old troll nods to Sven.
"I think he wants you to play..." Camilla whispers.
"I can't play against that..." Sven sobs.
"You have to!" Camilla pleads.
Sven nods, then begins the first bar to "Ragnar the Red" but one of his strings snap.
"NO!" he screams, as the old troll pulls out a jagged knife and and slits Camilla's throat. The two nearest trolls instantly tackle him, and eat into his ribs and stomach, devouring him alive.