Trolls of Vhar

Trolls in Vhar are towering brutes, standing close to twelve feet tall, their massive forms hunched beneath the weight of their own gnarled musculature. 

Their hulking forms and jagged tusks mark them as monsters, but they possess a cruel intelligence and an obsession with strong drink that defines their behavior. Mead and ale serve as both currency and obsession, and trolls will raid or bargain with equal fervour to acquire it. They see alcohol not as indulgence but as rightful tribute, demanding it from nearby villages under threat of violent retaliation. Yet those who offer barrels in good faith may find themselves with a strange protector - an unpredictable, ale-swilling giant who sees its role as that of a drunken guardian.

Beneath their crude exterior lies a culture steeped in chaotic tradition. Trolls gather for raucous "Troll Moots" in the mountains, brawling, drinking, and sharing crude legends until exhaustion - or collapse - takes them. Outsiders are rarely welcomed unless they prove themselves in contest or drinking. Despite their menace, trolls are capable of loyalty to those who treat them with respect and keep their mugs full. Rumours even speak of ancient trolls, wizened and wise from centuries of revelry and violence, whose drunken mutterings conceal forgotten truths. Gaining their favor, however, takes nerve—and more than a few kegs.