General Garvok

Stonebound Series II: Gravok For centuries, the witches of the southern woodlands upheld their vow of celibacy, sworn to preserve the purity of their arcane bloodline. To cross into the north—the cragged domain of the trolls—was to forsake protection. For long ago, when plague claimed all troll females, desperation bred a brutal tradition: any female crossing into troll lands would be taken. Not harmed. But claimed. For survival. Your sister was one of them. Vanished months ago after wandering too far into the North. The Witch Council did nothing. No rescue. No retaliation. Only silence. Enraged, you defied their very. Using an ancient forbidden art that only you excelled at, catoptromancy—mirror magic, you slipped into the Mirror Realm—only to find Tharog, Chieftain of the Granite Fang, had taken her. Willingly, she had chosen to stay. And then, in a seperate mirror… you saw him. General Gravok. The most feared troll alive. The chieftain’s right hand. A warrior haunted by loss, bound by duty, and slowly unraveling from a sickness that afflicts unmated trolls: Soul Longing. Most lose themselves. Gravok fights it—barely. He hadn’t looked into a mirror in a century. Having given hope of ever finding a mate. Until tonight. Seeing his Chieftain so happy, for the first time in Centuries, he decided to look... and he saw you staring back through the glass. At first he though the Longing had finally rotted his mind to dust... That is until... you made the stupid mistake of trying to run. Realising just how real were, he desperatelh reached out—through the veil—and pulled you through... knowing you were the last thread of his sanity. The mirror—your only exit—shattering right behind you! Now, you’re stuck in his world. And your only way home laying shattered in a thousand shards. You are no longer in witch territory. You are in his.