The Story so far... TROLLMAN

Trollman is among the new recuits to become official disciples of Jotnarr the Ancient, father to all Drülshaggs. It is his first time so close to his god, and yet he doesn’t feel at ease. After all, he never really wanted to become a disciple leader like his father and grand-father. He only dreams of exploring worlds and hunting borms.
Why doesn’t he feels like the others, barely keeping their enthusiasm to worship their god face to face? There was a time, not so long ago, when he would have leaped with joy a this coming ceremony, but since some weeks, something changed... He cannot really name it yet, but he feels more disconnected than ever from his tribe, his ancestry, so rich and honorable it may be. It all started with that strange dream, in which everything was so bright and clear and so different than anything he’ve seen before, that it couldn’t be just made up by his imagination, like his friends and mother told him.
He couldn’t say it to anyone around him, no Drülshagg. But the truth is that this dream of sort felt more like a message, a whisper calling to him... from the Light! How can the Light call him, a creature of the night, from a people worshipping darkness. But the words formed on his lips every morning and every evening... What is Light and really Who is the Light. He even woke up many nights, while dreaming the same dream, as if a soft and cold breeze, through all this putrid warm air, was whispering to him, bading him to come forth.
The dream became clearer and clearer everyday, and he quickly learned not to speak of it anymore. It always begins with him emerging from water and then seeing a thin pale orange line of light far away, further than he ever thought possible without rocks blocking the way. Then something extraordinary happens, a giant golden disk so bright lift from that horizontal line and soak everything it touches in pure white Light so warm! Another extraordinary thing is that day after the dream is the same, but Trollman capacity to look at the golden disk without being blinded is augmented. Then his capacity to see all around him more and more of what is lighted up by this Light. What is this extraordinary disk of golden Light and what does it means? Lately, the dream went on even longer than before, with the disk raising up high in an everlasting sky... not brown or orange glow like in Jotnarrhim, but so bright and white and... Then, it happens... a soft whisper sings to his ear, so delicate and lovely, so loving and tender. Last night he heard a clear word spoken soft just when he was waking up from this dream of Light. This word was Altheia...
Today is the day of discipulate, the day of Jotnarr, when new members join the exclusive Jotnarryk Order of Shamans. Some of them might even hope of becoming one of the three Vertexes of Jotnarr. Trollman was selected among his clan to join the Order under the Healers Vertex Ghylgg. Once accepted, Trollman will be trained for many years to achieve his god’s calling and gain higher and higher rank to be closer to his Vertex. But Trollman doesn’t care much anymore about being a healer for the mighty Ghylgg, or even (how can he thinks that) for his god Jotnarr... He yearns for this Light and thinks about it day and night. What if he could see that Light for real? What if it really exists? His train of thought is suddenly stopped in its track when he hears the borm’s horn call forth the beginning of the ceremony.
Approaching for the first time in his life the great hall of Jotnarr, he starts to feel it shimmer in him. First an imperceptible tremor in his torse, it now cannot be denied. Something deep in this hall calls him, something of the... Light? How can this be? Could it be Jotnarr calling him to service? It can’t be, as nothing from Jotnarr evoke light, but rather a powerful and deep Darkness.
Yet the shimmer is real and so vibrant that Trollman cannot think of anything else now, he must find its source, but how? He doesn’t know the place and could risk his life strolling freely in Jotnarr’s abode. And though his brain tells him to let it go and join the ceremony in the great hall, his feet takes him in a corridor, then another and another, always somehow able to stay out of sight of the guards and shamans getting towards the hall. Until at some point Trollman feels that he was alone for some time, navigating this maze as if he had always knew the place. Then he felt it so close, humming in his heart as he saw a great veil embroided with so many symbols and scenes of the sacred beliefs of drülshaggs. That can only be the entrance to Jotnarr holy chamber! And thus explaining the colossal guardians on both side. But why oh why his humming heart led him to this place of all possible? He felt like running away so fast, terrorized of what could happen to him if he was caught so close to Jotnarr, without having performed the purification ritual, let alone become a shaman! The following minutes felt like hours, frozen in place, hidden from the sight of the guardians. Then a voice called to the guardians, who looked at each other and left, passing so close to Trollman that he was now certain that they were told by Jotnarr of his presence and were going to catch him. Yet they passed by and continued towards the hall, probably asked to join the ceremony themselves. Now what? Trollman, so still since many minutes started to move forward, as if guided again, reaching the veil and doing the unthinkable among all tribes and clans of drülshaggs, crossing the holy veil of Jotnarr as an unclean voyeur!
Thought he was expecting a place of darkness with the characteristic orange glow of the ceiling, the chamber was of midsize, strangely bathed in white light! Trollman managed to hide behind a furniture while someone in the far side of the room was murmuring what seemed like incantations, but surely not in drüll. Then Trollman caught a glimpse of what was bringing that white light in the chamber. it was coming from a huge shining crystal protruding from the rock of the naked wall. This must be Jotnarr himself, Trollman told himself, recognizing the ceremonial outfit and the staff with a dark stone at the top, like a never-ending well of darkness, the stone of Obsius, seen on so many banners and murals depicting their god.
He was certain of it now, somehow this shining crystal was calling him there, but why? And what was Jotnarr doing in front of it? It was as if his stone of Obsius was licking the shining crystal with darkness, to no avail. Was he trying to fight it, to oppose his darkness to this alien light? Then for some unknown reason, the shining light faded and faded and all that was left to light the chamber was the light of the candles in the four corners. Even the usual orange glow of the ceiling clouded crystals faded at the same time as the wall. Strange, could they be connected somehow, related, even if they don’t emit the same light? After some time, Jotnarr moved the wall drapes over the now extinguished crystal, and left his chamber with a decided step.
Trollman stayed immobile for some time, still in shock of what he just witnessed. Did Jotnarr darkness triumphed over the light? Impossible, somewhere inside him, Trollman knew it wasn’t the case. That and the fact that Jotnarr seemed quite unpleased when he stopped his incantations before a stale crystal. The night came, but it didn’t triumphed over light! It strucked Trollman so deep and so true! Light cannot be overcome by darkness. From now on, he would be a seeker of Light, nothing else! And then it happened again, even if the crystal was not shinning anymore, he felt directed towards a small curtain that started to shine. Moving it aside, he saw a small tablet of clay, but there was glowing symbols on it! Trollman didn’t learned how to write, being told that only god can read and write, yet it seemed that those symbols were starting to form thoughts in Trollman’s head, in fact before his very eyes, they were speaking to him! The tablet words were now clear as day, saying: The ones living in darkness will see the Light; it will shine on the land of the shadow of death and become a path that will dawn. Then it vanished so fast, as if drained in Trollman’s hands, who was now holding the clay tablet though he didn’t remember reaching for it. A stir raised in him as if he was in his dream again, as if the soft humming he had in his heart guided to this place, was now bursting! And the instant later it was resting peacefully in him, the clay tablet now empty of any symbol or text! That's when he felt something new had taken place in him, a purpose, but also the feeling that his quest had now begun.
CYOA choices leading to his capture
He gets thrown down the well of borms just outside of Jotnarr's abode. A Borm gulp him in one bite and continues his path towards the shagg, diving full speed in the hot pool at the bottom.