"Children are told about the trolls. Some are happy little creatures. Though, many fear them... They can be anything: the mountain, the rock over there, the tree beside your window... But this... This thing will smile, run, ram anything without stopping, and catch you. It doesn't want to kill you first, as he plays with you. Some were unlucky with the Troll, but others had a quicker death. I wonder where are the gentle trolls some told me about, but I fear they might hide for some good reason..."

From the deep woods of Norway, a troll hunts humans. Millenias of feeding on the helpless, it leaves where the sun never shine. And when it does, it hide in the forest...
Javelins, arrows and brocken swords of many centuries are covering its skin like a collection.
Its monstruous and skeletic form helps it hiding in amoung the trees and rocks.
It may look heavy and unbalanced, but it can run like a demon.
The Norse gods may be dead, but this thing won't even die.