fandomtownies | James T Kirk Memorial Causeway, Saturday Late Morning

Contrary to any weather patterns on the island or the mainland, the causeway was shrouded in a thick fog. Its tendrils were slowly spreading out through the streets of Fandom; if it continued at the same rate the entire town would be fog bound in a few hours. It was cold and damp and dismal, the perfect weather for a viking raid.

Or in this case...

If anyone was around, they would have heard a sound like distant rhythmic thunder start to come out of the fog. It got louder and closer until it became possible to pick out many rough deep inhuman voices in it, along with the rhythmic boom, boom of many large feet hitting the ground in unison.

Gradually large dark shadows appeared in the fog, revealing themselves as very large, very ugly.... things. If anyone was watching and knew anything about certain non-human species, they would've recognised them as trolls.

Row upon row of lots of big, ugly, vicious, dim-witted trolls stomped their way out of the fog. When they were all through, the two trolls at the head of the group called a halt to the group. You could tell they were the leaders because they both wore shiny helmets with big pointy horns on them.

"Right!" the first one, Grrarg, yelled. "We have orders. Group... you guys here," he said, waving his hand at the left handed side of the troll horde, not quite sure of counting to one. "Follow me. We go to where the females are. Protect them, stomp on anything trying to hurt them. Maybe get laid."

A cheer went up from the trolls he'd indicated, while the others looked maybe a little annoyed that they weren't chosen. Maybe not. It was hard to tell with trolls as they always looked a little annoyed.

The second leader troll, Gragrr, addressed the possibly annoyed trolls. "We go church," he said. There was a long pause as the horde waited for more, but that seemed to be Gragrr's entire motivational speech. A half-hearted cheer went up from his group more out of duty than real enthusiasm.

"Right!" Grrarg yelled, raising his large cudgel (which he called Big Stick Good For Hitting Things) over his head. "We go now! Everyone follow!"

Slowly with a lot of grumbling and other less pleasant but nonetheless usual troll noises, the group split into two and headed down the streets of Fandom to their chosen destinations.

But trolls were not known for the focus, or their dedication to a cause and as they went, a large number got distracted by all the lovely things they were passing that they could smash. As a troll brain was very small, it took little to no effort for them to forget their orders and convince themselves that they were really here to loot and pillage and rampage. Most trolls could turn anything into an imperative to loot and pillage and rampage. It was a genetic gift.

So it was that the groups that arrived at Efferton and at the church were much smaller than the groups that had started out from the causeway. And there were random groups of trolls running around Fandom having a trollish good old time hitting and smashing things.

[OOC: this is the post with the rampaging trolls. There will be threads for each location as the trolls get to them.

Locations contained herein:
J,GOB
Empire Records
ABIS
The Park
The Beach

Other locations where trolls can be found:
All and Sundries
The Arms Hotel
Efferton Manor
Our Lady of Fandom Church
The School]

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Attracted by the smell of pastries, one troll made a beeline for J,GOB.

Molly had been planning to get an ice cream today, but the change in the temperature and the weird chilly fog that was now rolling through the streets had changed her mind. Instead, she'd gone to J, GOB for a muffin.

Paying more attention to reaching into her pastry bag than to what was in front of her, Molly walked right into what felt like a wall. She fell backwards onto the ground, the muffin she'd half pulled from the bag flying into the street. She looked up at the towering figure above her.

"You made me drop my muffin," she said angrily.

The troll looked down at her and then at the muffin. "'Still good," he said. "Not wet 'r anyfing." He picked up the muffin and popped it into his mouth. "Not very big tho'."

Molly jumped. "Hey! That was mine you big jerk!" She punched the troll in the side.

The troll grunted and curled over with a wince. "Tiny girl also not very big. Hit big. Ruel hit big too." With that, he backhanded Molly into the side of the building.

Not again! she thought as her body and then her head hit the wall. Her eyes rolled up and she slid down the wall into a heap.

The troll bent over and picked up Molly's pastry bag. He sniffed it once before eating the whole thing. Then he went over to look at Molly.

Bending over, he poked her with a finger to see if she was faking. Getting no response, he picked her up and shook her a little. When she still didn't move, he held her up to his ear to check if she was still alive. Having ascertained that she was still breathing he shrugged and tucked her under one arm, like a football (or in the troll's case, the head he'd just ripped off an enemy) and turned to head for Efferton manor. Grrarg would know what to do with her.

"Foood." Bart sniffed his way to J,GOB and grabbed at the muffins on the counter. When he turned around he saw the employee motioning to a passing trooper for help.

"TOY!" Bart growled and dropped the muffins, heading out the door. "How you get out?"

The trooper barely had time to lift his blaster before Bart knocked him on the head and started dragging him back to the manor.

Miho couldn't find Becky or Jarod anywhere, so she decided to search the town. While the most logical place to look for Becky was probably a bar, she went to J, GoB's first, just in case Becky had the same craving for danish she did.

Except there were things. And they were wrecking the bakery. This would not do. This would not do at all.

One of the trolls looked over, attempting to smash something, and stopped when he saw Miho. "Girl," he said helpfully.

Miho tilted her head quizzically at the troll and drew her swords.

The troll raised his cludgel and snickered, then let out a little battle cry and ran towards her.

Miho did not like being snickered at. Especially not by things that wrecked the bakery.

She struck out, intent on cutting the troll into smaller pieces.

The troll did not snicker this time, because he was too busy howling in pain. He flailed with his weapon like that would help.

Miho dodged and slashed at the flailing cudgel-holding arm.

The arm dropped to the floor, and the part of the arm still attached to the troll was quickly turning to stone. He was still yelling, though.

Stone was boring. It didn't bleed. But the yelling was interesting. Maybe if she cut the troll more, it would yell more?

Oh, yes, it definitely would.

Excellent. Time for some target practice!

The troll had the decency to look worried.

This was wise of the troll, especially as Miho then threw a volley of three throwing stars at it.

There was screaming until the troll couldn't move its face anymore, due to that having been turned to stone thing. Now he was just stuck looking like that.

Bored now.

Miho went over to the pastry case, selected a danish that had been protected from the broken glass by being on bottom, and started munching.

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