TROLL PALADIN CHRUMP

100mm scenic base included

In the realm of magic, where the clash of swords and the flare of magic were commonplace, there lived a most peculiar creature - Chrump the paladin. Chrump was not your typical paladin, in fact, he was anything but typical. He was a giant troll, a hulking mass of green skin and blunt teeth, towering over others of his kind. But what set Chrump apart from the rest of the trolls was his strange obsession with the holy light.

It all began one fateful day when Chrump stumbled upon the Altar of Kings, a sacred place where paladins of great renown would gather to pay homage to the holy light. There, in the soft glow of the magical altar, he witnessed the paladins' righteous power, their ability to heal wounds and smite their enemies with divine wrath. Chrump, in his simple troll mind, was captivated by what he saw. He had never seen anything like it before.

In his misguided attempt to become a paladin, Chrump did what any troll would do: he charged in, swinging his massive fists and crushing any paladin in his path. Chaos ensued as the paladins tried to defend themselves, but Chrump's sheer size and strength proved overwhelming. In the end, he stood victorious, surrounded by fallen paladins and the shattered remnants of the sacred altar.

But Chrump wasn't finished. He approached the giant statue of a paladin on the altar, an imposing figure in shining armor, holding a mighty hammer. With a grunt of effort, Chrump tore the statue from its pedestal and chained it to his back. He also claimed the giant bronze hammer from another statue, wielding it as his newfound weapon.

And then something extraordinary happened. As Chrump stood amidst the wreckage, his delusions took hold. He gazed upon the shattered altar and the holy symbol he now bore, and he believed, with all his heart, that he was a paladin. His ironclad belief was so strong that the holy light, a force that followed those with unwavering faith, began to respond to him.

Chrump, with his dim-witted determination, began to chant words of power he didn't understand. He waved his oversized hammer with the grace of a seasoned warrior and spoke of justice and righteousness. To the amazement of onlookers, the holy light responded, casting its divine glow upon Chrump. He could heal wounds with a touch and smite his foes with holy wrath, just like the paladins he had defeated.