On Trolls...

Things are on a bit of a break at the moment. It has happened before and we always manage to get back on track. Usually with some feverish bursts of writing. Starting a new semester of school always leaves me a little discombobulated until I find my groove and figure out where my times to think of ideas and write will come. As crazy as my life is at the moment, I think Pratt's is even crazier.

When we were starting to put things together I had one vision of what the Trolls would be like and Pratt had a different idea. One similarity was size. So after some discussion we decided to keep them both. Pratt got to keep the Troll moniker (jerk!), while we renamed my concept the Fomorians. Ok, so Fomorian is not super original, but then again, neither is Troll.

The Trolls are your magical, large, roundish, bulbous-nosed, jovial suckers that really jump off your Norse Mythology woodcuts. They have their oodles of gods, some for large areas and others for households. Their government is regionally led by a Gothi, basically the High Priest of the most dominant god of the pantheon in that particular geographic locale. So citizens of the large coastal city of Heorot, for example, may pray to their own individual household gods, but there is one dominant god for the city and his high priest leads the city.

The Fomorians are larger than the Trolls, but rarely stand completely upright. They tend to squat on their hind legs and lean forward, putting some weight on their knuckles, which sit comfortably on the ground. While the Trolls have round features, the Fomorians tend to have flat features and tiny noses. The Fomorians are highly resistant to magic, incredibly tough and easily the strongest of all the races. They are friendly, but tend to be seen as isolationists because they rarely leave their homeland, which is probably the most beautiful area on the planet. It is not isolationism, so much as thorough contentment with their circumstances. No one has been stupid enough to try to eject them from their homeland.

Well there is a little taste of some more of what we are putting together. It was guilt induced since I have done so little as of late.