From £12.99
What It Is
This is a proper brute of a troll, all hunched shoulders, dragging knuckles, and bad intent. The sculpt leans into that swampy, half-rotted look rather than making him too clean or heroic: bald dome of a head, heavy brow, a hanging curtain of fleshy tendrils around the mouth, and a belly that says he survives on whatever he can catch and whatever cannot run. He is mostly bare apart from a ragged loincloth, with rough, crusted texture across the upper torso and shoulders, and he carries a crude stone club lashed together with rope like he made it five minutes before caving someone's shield in.
At The Table
For D&D 5e or Pathfinder 2e, this makes a great river troll, bog troll, or just the sort of forest horror the locals mention only after the second ale. I would use him for an encounter at a ford where the party thinks they are negotiating passage, right up until this lump of ill temper hauls itself out of the reeds with that rock club in hand. He also works nicely as a low-tech giantkin enforcer for a hag, ogre chief, or backwoods cult, especially if you want something that looks less like a polished fantasy monster and more like an old local problem nobody has managed to kill properly.
In Shadowdark or Dolmenwood, he is ideal as the thing living one chamber deeper than the goblins warned you about. Not a tactical genius, just a wet, stubborn disaster with a taste for lantern-bearers and mules. I could also see him in Call of Cthulhu as an unhelpfully real marsh entity mistaken for folklore until it starts battering at a fishing shack door after dusk. If your group likes one-shots, build the session around a village that leaves livestock at the standing stones to keep this foul-tempered relic fed. The players arrive the week the offering stops working, which is, as these things go, poor timing.
Printed in high-quality resin. Supplied unpainted.
