Troll Nation by James Hunter

Author:James Hunter [Hunter, James A. & Hudson, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2019-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

Final Form

THE SOUND OF DRIVING war drums filled the room and Roark was engulfed in a cloud of roiling amethyst smoke, followed by a short prompt.

[You have reached Level 36! You may choose to Evolve into a Jotnar Exarch or a Jotnar Infernali!

Warning: Troll Evolution is irrevocable. Once an evolutionary path has been selected, a Troll cannot change to another path. Select “Yes” to choose the Exarch path; select “No” to choose the Infernali path.

Note: The Exarch path is the primary evolutionary path of the Jotnar, and those who select Infernali do so at their own risk! Unlike the Exarch evolution, each Infernali evolution is unique and based entirely on the individual Jotnar; spells, skills, and appearance all may vary.

Evolve into Level 36 Jotnar Exarch? Yes/No]

Roark read and reread the message, making sure he understood what it was saying. After a third read, he seriously considered selecting the Exarch form. He’d seen Azibek, the former Dungeon Lord, in action, and that Exarch had been an impressive creature to behold. True, it was possible the Infernali would be even better, but from the sound of things, it might also be worse.

Did he take the sure bet, or roll the dice as he had so often before, hoping for a greater return?

He thought about it for a moment longer, worrying on one lip, before finally selecting “No.” He was the underdog—had always been the underdog—and playing it safe wasn’t the way to victory. As soon as he selected “No,” arcs of magenta electricity crackled through the cloud, giving off the scent of molten metal and hot slag.

Time seemed to lurch and slow as a new prompt appeared, this one different from any other prompt he’d seen before. An image of himself floated in the air, rotating slowly, and next to the ghostly image were a variety of horizontal bars with words floating above them: height, weight, skin tone, hair, tattoos. On and on they went. Experimentally he tweaked a few of the bars; his eyebrows rose sharply as the floating image before him shifted and changed. His skin lightning or darkening. His tattoos glowing in different colors, shifting in design and form—though perhaps not in function. His hair growing longer, shorter, changing color.

Seven hells, he could actually choose what he wanted to look like, at least within limits. He couldn’t become human, but after a little tweaking and adjusting he looked far closer to himself than he had in ages. His skin was skill unnaturally pale, but with a tinge of olive he could almost pass for human. He adjusted his hair and played with his facial features until they were more or less in the right proportions—deep-set, brooding eyes, slightly hooked nose, sharp jaw—though he couldn’t get rid of the serrated black teeth in his mouth. The wings behind his back no longer looked like crippled, shriveled things, but fully functioning appendages. He added a few glowing runic tattoos and some barbed spikes along the edges, which seemed like they might prove deadly.

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