Hildr Trollbane

Hildr Trollbane

Race

Norn

Location

Perimeter Loop
(Black Citadel)

Image(s)

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Hildr Trollbane is a norn located in the Perimeter Loop who hunts trolls and has stories about her adventures doing so.

Location

Ascalon

• Black Citadel
  • Perimeter Loop

Dialogue

A toast to your health. Which tale of my exploits can I regale you with?

Who are you?

I'm Hildr Trollbane, the world's deadliest troll hunter.

What makes you the "deadliest"?

Well, could be that I killed my troll then he tried to steal me from my crib. Or that I notched a dozen belts to dust before I finally gave up on keeping track on my kills. Or—

Okay, you're the deadliest. Been a while since I was last regaled. Hit me. (Same as "I like stories. What have..." below)

Actually, I'm in kind of a hurry right now. Bye.

You mentioned "exploits"? (Same as "I like stories. What have..." below)

Nice to meet you. I'll be going now.

I like stories. What have you got? (Same as "I like stories. What have..." below)

Well, there's a time I got drunk and woke up hanging from a cave ceiling. Or the time I killed a troll with a chicken bone. But neither of this is my favorite story.

I love drunk stories. Tell me.

My first Great Hunt. With only a dagger, I felled a nasty rock drake. Later at celebratory moot, I may've spent a bit too much time attached to the spigot. I was out like a candle.

It happens. Go on.

Next thing I know, I'm awakened by an angry grawl screeching at me—upside down. Took a moment to realize the grawl wasn't the one upside down. My fellow hunters had sense of humor.

How did you escape?

My fellows tied me to a stalactite but left me my dagger. They were cruel, not heartless. I cut myself down, stuck the landing, and made that grawl my second dagger kill of the hunt.

I've got to hear chicken bone story. (Same as "With a chicken bone?" below)

Let me hear your favorite story. (Same as "I've got to know. What's your..." below)

My time is up. I have to go.

Sounds like a tale for another time.

With a chicken bone?

I was eating by the fire when some trolls jumped me. I didn't want my dinner to get cold, so I just kept eating while I fought 'em off. I pummeled, took a bite, pummeled, took a bite—

And pummeled some more, I get it. What happened next?

I had a troll under each arm and a chicken bone in my mouth. A third troll came at me, howling with rage. So I spit the chicken bone right down his throat and he choked to death.

Nice shot.

Kind of a shame, though. That chicken bone still had a little bit of meat on it.

So victory was bittersweet. Tell me another one. (Same as "I like stories. What have..." above)

I prefer my stories to have a happy ending. See you later.

Gotta go. Bye.

I've got to know. What's your favorite story?

My favorite story involves gratuitous violence toward soft, furry creatures. If that's not your thing, you should walk away now.

I can stomach it. Bring it on!

In Hoelbrak, there are these little white bunnies all over the place. They reproduce like pollen. Whitebear told us hunters to cull their numbers. So, I got my biggest axe...

What did you do?

Ha! The look on your face. Nah, we just gathered 'em up and set 'em loose in the forest. They're good to eat in winter then other food is scarce. It'd be shame to waste them.

Tell me about hanging from the ceiling. (Same as "I love drunk stories." above)

Tell me about the troll and the chicken bone. (Same as "With a chicken bone?" above)

I need to go. Bye.

That's enough. Bye.

I don't want to hear another word.

Thant's okay. I have other things on my mind.

I don't have time to be regaled right now. So long.