In the land of Svalbard, the nordic wasteland. Undiscovered by man they live on they live on the nordic ethreal plane where no mortal soul has gone. They live on the Nordic ethreal plane where no mortal soul has gone before. They return to earth as they please to Svalbard, north of the kingdom of Norway

As they dance they become one with the Northern Lands. In the forest they can be heard drinking their ale and talking in their troll tounge. As the wind blows their voices can be heard. As battles are fought you can hear them laugh.

On wyverns they ride through the dark night. To Svalbard from the ethreal plane and back again they ride. Some say you can see them on a dark night. I salute the creatures of the north as I hold my axe up. For to see them on a night before battle means certain victory to see the trolls, the arctic trolls of Svalbard
THE ARCTIC TROLLS OF SVALBARD