As soon as the sun was out of the sky, and the sky was blue with twilight, the darker part of the forest errupted in sounds. Thundering steps, dead trees falling down to clear the way for....something....and the chattering of many voices, atleast 15. The night camera was rolling near by, the green haze of it's view beginning to pick up on something moving in the forest dark. Whatever it was, there were many of them. The camera was able to pick up on their outlines in the distance, moving around through the forest, one large one knicking over dead trees in order to fit himself through. They had a humanoid shape and all were very tall, the large one being 8 to 9 feet in height, while the others were in the seven foot range. They looked to be like a clan of very tall people, until the camera picked up something specific: Tails. They all had long tails that hung down to the ground, bare like their skin but with tufts of hair on the ends. As these things moved closer, it appeared they had long ears that rose up from the sides of their heads, hair lining the ears all the way to the tip where it then formed a swirling curl. Their noses were large and button like, with large tusks sticking up on each side of the nose. When the moon struck their eyes, their eyes reflected like a nocturnal perdator's eyes would. Their leader was obvious. He was a tall, slender being who walking in the front of the lot, a belted loincloth around his waist, decorated with a child's skull in the center. In his hand, he gripped a spear, a knife hanging on his belt. The camera didn't reveal the hair colour of the leading figure, but his hair was long and hung down to his lower back unevenly, a sign of never having been cut. Clearly, this creature and his followers were not humans.
Infact, they were trolls. How could they have gotten to where they were all the way from the far northern lands of Europe? Simple. They travelled across the north of russia in the winter and came walking across the frozen ocean. Oh, but they did not do it in their present forms. Trolls were known to be shapeshifters. They either could have ran across as wolves or they could have flown across as eagles. They were known to do just about anything to conceal themselves from mankind, even turning into stone or fallen trees. ANYTHING to avoid humans. However, they didn't always avoid humans. Humans were a preferred choice of food, especially christians. When northern europe began to christianize, the trolls were infuriated by the sound of church bells and the singing of hymns. It became so horrible that the large mountain trolls would stand on hill sides and hurl boulders at the churches, trying to crush them inorder to stop that infernal bell and those horrid voices. Christian men and women became a target of extermination. However, the trolls would easily eat just about anyone who they came across, though not always. Some trolls took prisoners, some took slaves. Ferocity and intimidation was their main weapon and spears and axes were their enforcement. The troll leading appeared to be a king or chief of some sort as one of the trolls behind him carried a heavy warhammer that looked entirely trollish. It was really like an oversized meat mallet that had been forged with spikes sticking off of the head. The troll carrying it was handling the weapon in a manner a ring bearer would carry a ring in a wedding. While the lead troll carried a spear, his real weapon was the hammer. It must have been that the spear was for hunting and the hammer was for dealing with unwanted guests.
Soon the forest was blackened with just abit of moon shining in. In the dark, the sound of a hand messing with something made of plastic and metal was heard. One of the trolls had figured out where the camera was. Lifting it from the ground, he showed it to the other trolls. It was in pieces within minutes as it passed from hand to hand, being taken apart by a natural brute strength. It finally reached the hand of the leader. Taking one look at it, the troll turned and hurled it against a tree, the camera exploding into many pieces. There was no tape to review as the force had caused much of everything to desintigrate on contact. They didn't know what it was, but they didn't care enough to figure it out. As they spoke to eachother, it was easy to determine the chieftan's name. Rotgnager, it was, his name meaning Root Gnawer. Trolls often named eachother for habits or actions they had a favour of doing. Rotgnager was a fierce troll. He was excitingly beautiful, as far as trolls went, but his eyes formed a natural scowl which caused him to appear furious at all times. Slender, yet muscular, he was 3,000 years old yet he had no sign of being so ancient. With sharp hearing, and a sense of smell greater than a dog's, Rotgnager could smell the feminine scent of a human in the forest. Spear in hand, he wandered off just abit until he came across a young woman, sleeping against the trunk of a tree. Ashe would soon wish she had never found this place.