Troll 1.2

You clicked YES.

Your large blue finger tapping the hovering button with an ease and dexterity which was in its own way both surprising and heartening. At least your huge fingers wouldn’t prove to be a clumsy nuisance. You sat back in your uncomfortable bed, awaiting the next step.

It did not disappoint.

Before you unfolded another screen, not the same plain pale blue of the rest, but a beautifully embroidered brown, full of twisting thorns and vines against a much darker black background. It almost all looked alive to see it twisting about the selection of choices now presented before you.

“Huh... well then. Only two of them? Fine then.” You murmured to yourself as you ran your fingers though the light scraggly beard at the tip of your now pointy chin. You were on Azeroth, that much wasn’t even a question any more… or at least was the safest assumption to begin from as you tried to figure out what next to do with yourself, and if there was one thing which years of gaming within the wide and beautiful corners of this strange world had taught you, this place was nothing if not utterly deadly.

You needed to know more about practically anything that would make you stronger.