Trolls continued..

The ship "Smoky Night" is a floating jazz club
The Jazz Ship is neither military nor pirate: it is a real floating club on the deck. The hull is dark wood with brass linings, the funnel at the stern emits smoke rings to the beat of the music. On the deck there is a stage under a transparent dome, round tables with small night lamps and a bar where "lemonade notes" are served (each taste sounds its own melody). Inside there is a hall with plush chairs, gramophones-archives (Rhythm records the best sessions there) and a staircase to the hold, where the musicians live and a stock of strings is stored. The ship moves not with sails, but with a "swing current": the blues play a bass, and the waves themselves rock the hull to the beat — it turns out that the ship literally dances on the water. The flag is dark amber with a silver note. The lighthouse on the mast glows honey yellow and flashes syncopation: three short, one long — "come listen."

Blues is the double bass king of Jazz
Island The bottom line: Blues is the king of Jazz and Rhythm's younger twin brother (they were born on the same night, during a thunderstorm, and have been sharing the same stage ever since). He plays the double bass: his bass is the "steps" of the island, everyone is synchronized by them. It is more silent than its sister, but it is its low notes that keep the island from falling apart.
Color and leather: dark chocolate with smoky streaks; His eyes are dark, thoughtful, with golden sparkles when he plays.
Physique: tall, flexible, slightly inclined forward - like a person who hugs a double bass. The fingers are long and strong: it walks on the strings silently, like a cat. Clothing: a black tuxedo with silver edging, a dark blue bow tie, a brass trident bracelet on the wrist (a hairpin anchor for tuning the strings). Instead of boots, I wear soft shoes to hear the floor.
Hair: black with a blue tint, pulled back, at the temples there are two silver strands that glow to the beat of the bass.
Abilities: "deep bass" - his double bass sets the pulse of the entire island: when he plays, the earth trembles and the waves calm down; "shadow-pause" – knows how to hold a pause for so long that time seems to freeze (at this moment no one can attack – there is nothing to rely on); "mood translation" – hears from the vibration of the bass what a person feels, and tells it with music; "duet-connection" — with Rhythm makes up a single improvised performance without a single word.
Character: quiet, deep, observant. He says little, but each phrase is like a bass note: it is memorized. He believes that sadness is not a weakness, but a seasoning: without it, joy sounds flat.

Rhythm is the trumpeter queen of the Island of
Jazz Essence: Rhythm is the queen of Jazz: calm, ironic, plays the trumpet so that the notes seem to flow through the air. She believes that real jazz is born from the conversation of two hearts, and therefore rules the island not with decrees, but with "cues" - short musical phrases to which the whole island responds.
Color and leather: warm amber with honey streaks-hazes; Her eyes were deep brown, slightly squinted, as if she always heard the second bottom of any phrase.
Build: slender, flexible, relaxed, but conductive: she can tell the orchestra with one tilt of her head when to enter Clothing: dark cognac tuxedo with gold edging, plum butterfly, polished shoes. On the lapel there is a silver trumpet brooch, and on the belt there is a small metronome-pendant (she does not wind it up - it comes from her pulse).
Hair: dark brown, smoothly combed to the side, a golden thread is woven into the strands - it stretches to the pipe like a note that cannot be broken.
Abilities: "golden phrase" - her solo can override any conflict: after it, even Barb and Arpeggio fall silent and listen; "answer-theme" – picks up someone else's melody and "argues" it without being rude; "syncopation-shield" - breaks the rhythm of any attack, and the blow misses; "Jam invitation" – a whistle opens the jam session, where anyone, even an enemy, can enter as a musician – but only if he plays honestly.
Character: imperturbable, wise, with dry humor. He believes that loudness is when there is nothing to say, and jazz is when you can say everything. Her weakness is that she rarely talks about her feelings directly: she usually plays instead of confessing.

Pop Flash (Pop) is a sunny yellow with bright pink sparkles. Sign: Radiant heart. The sound is sonorous, sticky, as if you immediately want to sing along.
The "fiery chord" (Rock) is thick scarlet, like a glowing coal. Sign: black lightning. The sound is a heavy blow that you feel with your chest.
"Synth Wave" (Techno) is a bright electric blue. Sign: luminous rhombus pixel. The sound is an even electronic pulse, you can feel it on your skin. Crystal Melody" (Classics) is pure pearl, almost white. Sign: silver treble clef. The sound is transparent notes, like drops on glass.
"Storm Rhythm" (Storm Beat) is dark gray, like the sky before the storm. Sign: white zipper-zigzag. The sound is booming, reverberating, like thunder rolling on the waves.
"Ice Chime" (Ice Bells) is an icy blue, bright and cold. Sign: transparent crystal. The sound is sonorous, sharp, as if they are hitting crystal. "Moon Echo" (Moon Echo) is silvery with a purple tint. Sign: thin crescent moon. The sound is quiet, stretching for a long time, like an echo in a cave.
"Euphoria-dance" (Dance beat) is a rich pink, "luminous". Sign: golden spark. The sound is light, springy, you immediately want to move.
The Electro-Glitch (Twisted Beat) is black with purple-green flashes. Sign: A broken line like a signal failure. The sound is sharp, with dips and jumps. Blues Whisper" (Jazz) is warm amber, like old honey. Sign: dark brown note with a shadow. The sound is soft, velvety, as if someone is quietly telling a story.
"Country string" (Rustic rhythm) is sandy and golden. Sign: a small sun or a sheaf of straw. The sound is simple, honest, as if singing around a campfire.
Horrorcore (Shadows and Whispers) is a deep black with a pale green glow around the edge. Sign: pale silhouette of a mask. The sound is low, with frightening pauses.

The Arpeggio King is the keeper of the Crystal Melody
Essence: The Arpeggio King rules the Island of Classics with dignity and patience. He believes that true power is in restraint: one clean note can change the world more than a thousand shouts. He does not seek power over the other islands, but he will not allow anyone to destroy their harmony either.
Color and leather: creamy white with a pearlescent sheen; on the neck and shoulders there are thin silver veins, reminiscent of a musical staff.
Physique: tall and slender, with long fingers, as if made for playing instruments. His posture is impeccable, but not arrogant – he keeps his back straight not out of pride, but out of respect for the music.
Clothing: a robe made of the finest ivory silk, embroidered with silver threads that fold into scores. On the shoulders there is a cape made of translucent lace, iridescent in the light. On the chest is a brooch in the shape of a treble clef with a tiny crystal resonator inside.
Hair: silvery-white, styled in a high hairstyle with curls resembling spirals of notes. The strands are secured with pearl pins, each of which emits a quiet ringing sound when moving.
Abilities: "crystal chord" - with one note it can calm a storm or stop a runner; "mirror melody" – repeats any music, enhancing its beauty and removing harshness; "silence-shield" creates a zone of absolute silence, where even the breath of the wind can be heard; "party-unification" – can combine different rhythms into a single melody without losing a single note.
Character: wise, calm, a little sad. He remembers the times when all the strings sang together, and sometimes he yearns for that harmony. But he knows that as long as each island keeps its own string, the world remains in balance.

The Island of Classics is a palace of harmony and crystal notes
The Island of Classics is spread out on a chain of snow-white terraces, as if carved from marble and stacked in a giant staircase to the sky. There is no rumble and flashes: instead, there are smooth curves of colonnades, arches twined with glowing ivy, and fountains, the jets of which themselves form musical phrases. In the center is the Crystal Concert Hall: its dome is woven from transparent plates, and when the sun falls at the right angle, the hall begins to "sing" – each ray gives birth to its own tone. Instead of streets, there are park alleys, where even the wind sounds like a chamber orchestra: it touches the stretched silver threads between the trees, and they echo with a quiet chime. The string of the island is the "Crystal Melody": clear, transparent notes of violins, the velvety voice of the cello and the crystal ringing of the celesta. For the residents, Klassika is not about volume, but about perfection: every note must be in its place, otherwise the harmony collapses.

Dick Deederly is the Queen's
right-hand man Essence: Dick is Barb's faithful assistant: he carries her hammer guitar, negotiates with everyone, resolves conflicts (when Barb has already struck first). He is the only one who can tell her "maybe enough?" and stay whole.
Color and skin: orange-red, freckled, with faded spots on the shoulders. His eyes were brown, cheerful, always a little frightened.
Physique: thin, long, slightly hunched - like someone who has carried a heavy guitar on his shoulder all his life. His hands are long, his fingers are fast: he picks up any instrument and in a minute he is already playing. Clothing: a tattered T-shirt with the arena logo, a denim vest with achievement patches, sneakers with frayed socks. On the belt there is a screwdriver, a tuning key and a bag of crackers "just in case".
Hair: red, thin, tied in a ponytail; On his forehead is a forelock, which he blows away every three seconds. The strands move quietly from the sound - by them he "hears" whether one of his own is playing nearby.Abilities: "peaceful chord" - he can play three notes, after which even Barb takes a deep breath; "hand-workshop" - repairs any equipment in minutes; "Speed reading of rhythm" – guesses the entire song by one bar. Character: caring, a little cowardly, but at the decisive moment - a hero. He speaks quickly, apologizes even for things for which he is not guilty. Barb keeps the team together: where Barb is fire, there is Dick is water.

Queen Barb is the mistress of the Fire Chord
Essence: Barb is the Queen of Doom: bold, loud, with a hammer guitar at the ready. She believes that music should hit back, not whisper. For a long time, she believed that her string was the only one that deserved to sound, and for this she was ready to collect the rest. Now she understood: real rock is not in shouting over everyone, but in making the whole world play together.
Color and skin: bright red, almost crimson, with purple highlights; on the cheeks there are luminous "discharges" like lightning. Build: short, but explosive: strong shoulders, strong arms, a springy gait, like a tiger's before a jump. The posture is defiant: chin up, look – challenge.
Clothing: black armor vest with spikes on the shoulders, leather gloves without fingers, heavy boots with metal toes. On the belt there are guitar picks-certificates: for each won battle - a new one. On his head is a punk crown made of broken strings.
Hair: high, sharp comb hairstyle, crimson red with purple tips. The strands stand on end when she's angry and glow when she's playing solo. Abilities: "hammer guitar" is her instrument and weapon: a chord kick breaks stones; "horn-wave" - a cry through a pickup horn drops the crowd; "pyro solo" - when playing, her fingers leave a fiery trail in the air.
Character: loud, proud, does not recognize half measures. But she has a weakness – she is afraid of silence: she can hear everything in it that she could have done differently.

Rock Island is a land of
thunder and lightning Rock Island stands in the middle of a stormy sea - high cliffs, black volcanic sand and caves that hum in the wind like huge guitar resonators. The mountains here look like amplifiers: fans rattle in their slopes, and lightning rods in the form of oblique guitar necks are on the tops. The center of the island is the Thunder Arena: a crater dug into the rock, with an actual obsidian stage. When music plays, the walls of the crater catch bass and give it off like an echo - they say the hum can be heard for miles in the open sea. Instead of lanterns, there are flashes of fire: they are lit to the beat, and at night the whole island pulsates red-orange. The String of the Island of Fire: ragged riffs, a hoarse guitar and drums that hit like a hammer on an anvil. Residents believe that real rock must be a little scary - otherwise it is not rock.

Synth is the main rave voice of the island
Color and skin: bright purple, with pink freckles and glowing contours on his arms and cheeks. On his chest is a green pixelated heart that flashes faster when he is happy (that is, almost always). The patterns on the hands resemble traces of laser beams.

Build: Shorter than T-Rollex, light and agile, as if made of bubbles and light. The fins are longer than others, with a pale blue square pattern and a pink line at the ends. He moves jerks and slides, spins in place, does a "somersault in the water" just because he can. Clothing: glowing bracelets on wrists and ankles, a belt with mini-speakers, a cable tape with colored inserts over the shoulder. Everything on it flashes to the beat of the music — it's hard not to notice it even in the largest crowd.

Hair: a bun of neon blue hair, sticking up like an antenna; Decorated with LED hairpins. The hair moves itself and responds to the bass: the louder the music, the more it bounces. When Synth comes up with a new beat, his hair bursts into flames in all colors at once, earning him the nickname "living strobe."

Abilities: "rave pulse" - launches a wave of energy that makes everyone's pulse rise and make you want to move sound fireworks" - creates flashes of sound visible as colored waves in water; "cry rhythm" - his voice is picked up by the crowd, and it sounds like a single instrument; "Gathering Everyone" – Whistles to gather trolls from all over the island in a matter of seconds.

Personality: extroverted, loves fun, gives everyone "rave names". He sincerely believes that the best way to solve any problem is to have a party where everyone will hear each other. But behind this ease is real loyalty: if the island is in danger, Cynt is the first to stand up for the defense.

T-Rollex is the king of Techno
Island Title: King of Techno Island, keeper of the Synth Wave string.Essence:A T-Rollex is the one who keeps the pulse of the entire island.He doesn't shout or give orders, he sets the rhythm,and everyone gets up to the beat.His favorite word is "wait",because he loves the moment before the "drop":when the whole island freezes, holding its breath, and then explodes into bass.He's peaceful,but if someone tries to break their flow,' becomes hard as coral: he won't fight, he will just turn off the rhythm for the enemy, and the enemy will immediately feel lost in the water.Color and skin: dark purple, almost nighttime, with neon green glowing lines along the ribs and spine, as if there is always a current running inside. When he plays, the pupils pulsate barely perceptibly to the beat. Physique: tall and powerful, but not bulky like a big wave, which does not break, but directs. Broad shoulders, strong arms, with which he confidently turns the knobs on the DJ console. On his chest is a pulse emitter in the shape of a DJ disc: it glows in time with his heartbeat, and the whole island recognizes the king's mood by it. Hair: the crown fibers are neon green, like fiber optics: they move themselves, as if there is always a current in the water, and to the beat of its music they scatter in rainbow rings. When he plays, the currents line up in a "dance floor", the water vibrates.

Techno Island, an underwater world of bits and light
Deep underwater, where sunlight turns into silvery pillars, lies Techno Island. It is built of coral towers, glowing reefs, and old wrecks that residents have soldered into floors and platforms. Instead of streets, there are currents-paths: the troll simply trusts the flow, and it carries it in the right direction. In the center is the Deep Stage: a huge round platform made of mother-of-pearl, around which there are columns with anemone speakers. When music plays, they unfurl glowing strobe tentacles. Water here is special: it conducts sound like liquid wiring — low frequencies pass through the body, and the troll feels the bass on his skin.
The string of the island is "Synth Wave": clear electronic pulses, deep bass that is felt by the body, and self-correcting voices that soar between the notes. In this music, you can hear bubbles, echoes of the depths and the hum of light.

Holly Darlene is the soul of Country
Island Color and skin: light, creamy golden, like wheat bread from the oven; The blush on the cheeks does not go away even in the rain. Her eyes are large, sky-blue, with eternal curiosity - you can always see in them that she is about to say something good. It moves quickly and easily: now it rushes like a whirlwind towards a friend, then freezes, listening to a new song. Her hands are small, but dexterous - she knows how to braid a wreath and tune a guitar in a minute. Her legs are fast, her feet are light: she leaves almost no footprints on the trail, because she always walks to the music, not against it. leaves footprints on the trail because he always walks to the music, not against it. Her posture is open, her shoulders are slightly drawn back - as if she is always ready to hug the whole island at once.
Clothing: a sundress in a small blue check with white inserts, over a white blouse with short puff sleeves. Around her neck is a thin string with a bell pendant: it rings when she is happy, and she is almost always happy. On her feet are short boots with flower embroidery. And most importantly, a large cowboy hat of cream color, a little big: she either straightens it, or presses it to her chest in greeting, and in the rain she covers the troll chick with it, if it is caught in bad weather. Hair: light golden, long, slightly curly; braids into two braids with scarlet ribbons. She weaves wild flowers into her braids - according to legend, each flower "keeps" a kind word said on that day, and by the end of the season, her braids turn into a whole archive of good deeds. Hair works like a "roll call of comfort": if someone is sad nearby, its bell rings quietly without wind - a signal that it's time to come up and hug. At noon, the strands catch the sunlight and glow softly, so Holly is easy to find even in the dense crowd at the fair.Abilities: "heart chord" - she knows how to melt even the most resentful heart with one song: her voice finds the right note and holds it until the resentment melts away. "Accelerated friendship".

Buttonville Clampers is a little fidget of the Country
Islands Color and skin: light, honey-beige, with a scattering of freckles on the nose and cheeks. Her eyes are huge, brown, shining so that you can see everything that she has not yet done, but has already come up with. Her legs are thin but tenacious: she can climb a fence, a barrel, and Gast's hat if she is not seen. Her hands are small and nimble: she is the first to grab a pie from the table and is the first to run away. The pigtail on top of the head sticks out like an antenna and twitches when it lights up with a new idea. Her fingers are restless: even when she stands still, they tap softly on everything they can reach. On her feet are tiny boots with spurs: they do not jingle, but squeak, and she is very proud of this. The hat is straw, shifted to the back of the head, the brim is slightly torn - traces of all her adventures. Hair: blond, lush, gathered in two ponytails with red bows. She lost one bow and wove a field chamomile instead - now she has a "bow-and-chamomile", and this is her trademark. In the tails there are sequins from gifts: by the way they glitter in the sun, she determines whether today is a good day. As she races across the field, her tails flutter like two small flags, and by them she can always be recognized from afar.
Abilities: "speed vortex" - she runs so fast that adults only have time to see a cloud of dust and a protruding tail. "Rhythm-eavesdropping" - she beats the rhythm with her fingers on the fences, and by the echoes she finds out where everything is happening on the island: who has pies, who swears, where the parade is going. "Shield Charm" - When she is caught playing a prank, she smiles so sincerely that punishment turns into laughter, and laughter turns into another pie.

Dorne Delta - Sheriff of Country
Island Color and skin: warm, sandy-amber, like a field scorched by the sun. On the cheeks and bridge of the nose there is a scattering of freckles, like scattered grains of wheat. Her eyes are dark brown, attentive: her gaze notices everything - who hid the whip, who did not look beyond the herd of fireflies, and who lies, looking into the eyes. Broad shoulders, strong hands with calloused palms: one hand is used to the handle of a whip, the other to the neck of a guitar. The legs are long, accustomed to long walks along dusty paths; The feet are stable - it does not move from its place, even when pushed. His posture is straight, like a pole at the gate of the barn. She walks sweepingly and confidently, each step as if to say, "I already know what happened, and I have a solution."Ears are slightly pointed: she hears whispers behind the barn and the creaking of a swing three fields away.Clothing: classic country sheriff's uniform. A wide-brimmed cowboy hat in the color of seasoned leather, on the ribbon there is a small star, which she polishes before each holiday. Over the ivory shirt is a leather vest with brass rivets.On the belt there is a massive buckle with a sheriff's star, a holster with a whip and a jar of "soothing tea": she distributes it to everyone, but she hardly drinks herself.
Her hair is reddish-brown, gathered in two tight knots at the sides; One naughty strand is knocked out from under the hat - she does not remove it and calls it "detective strand": it is the first to smell trouble. The strands work like an antenna: before a thunderstorm or the arrival of strangers, the hair is slightly electrified, and in a continuous fog the tips of the strands glow slightly - she can lead the squad even where an outstretched arm is not visible. that strangers at first think that there were three of them, and not one.

King Shadowscretch (Horrorcore Island)
Physique and construction: massive, heavy, but collected - broad shoulders, powerful chest, thick arms, protruding veins and strong muscles. His legs are strong and stable, as if they have grown into a stone: he does not slip or stagger even on the narrowest ledges. The neck is short and thick, the head sits tightly - it can withstand strong blows and sudden movements. His fingers are thick, strong, with slightly curved nails - with them he clings to the ledges and beats the rhythm on the stone.

Character: tough, harsh, does not waste time on polite words. He loves contrasts: silence and rumble, light and complete darkness. Distrustful, first checks, then believes. In battle, he is ruthless, but he does not abandon his own: if he has given his word, he will fulfill it, even if it costs dearly.

Abilities: Distorts sound and shadow. It can make whispers frightening echoes, cause shadows to whisper a warning, or create a "dark pause" when everything seems to stall for a few seconds. Heavy bracelets beat a rhythm that knocks enemies off their step. The crack suspension vibrates when someone else's magic or technique appears nearby.

Clothing: Heavy cloak that absorbs light; leather jacket with metal inserts and spikes; bracelets-shackles; a chain with a crack suspension; shoes with metal toes.

Queen Lunariel (Moon's Echo Island)
Physique and Construction: Graceful, thin, but not fragile - she has a light, springy posture, as if she is always ready to take a step forward or to the side. The shoulders are narrow, but the back is straight and strong - it can stand for a long time without fatigue. Her hands are long and flexible, her fingers are thin and sensitive - she catches the slightest vibrations of the air with them. Her legs are slender, her feet are narrow, with a high instep - she steps almost silently. The neck is thin, long, the head is easily held - she turns it smoothly, as if listening to the echo.

Character: soft, patient, knows how to wait. He does not argue, but lets the silence put everything in its place. She is very observant: she notices what others miss. A little mysterious, but not cold - people come to her for advice, because she does not rush and does not press.

Abilities: Works with echoes and reflections. It can send a sound across an island, make one note sound twice – clear and ghostly, or create a "moon mirror": a short reflection that shows the recent past of a place. Silver threads in her hair ring, warning of change, and the tiara catches the moonlight and makes her voice audible even in a whisper. Clothing: translucent cape that changes shade from pearl to lavender; a dress with patterns of lunar phases; a belt made of silver threads with crescent pendants; soft shoes; A thin diadem made of moonstone.

King Frostmire (Isle of the Ice Bells)
Build and construction: tall and elongated, but not thin - he has broad shoulders and long, strong arms, as if made to hold heavy bells. The legs are long and straight, the step is confident, without unnecessary fuss. His neck is long and straight, and he always keeps his head straight, as if the crown itself should be perfectly aligned. His fingers are long, thin, very mobile - with them he easily touches the ice to "tune" the sound.

Character: calm, reserved, speaks little, but every word is like a bell strike: accurately and for a long time. He does not like fuss, he cannot stand sharp sounds. He respects discipline and order, but is not cruel - rather a strict mentor. He is wary of strangers, but he protects his own without unnecessary words.

Abilities: Controls cold and sound. It can make the ice ring with one note, create an icy path that leads where you need to go, or send an "icy echo" - a short signal that only your own people can hear. If danger is nearby, the snowflake brooch begins to shimmer, and the cloak becomes colder. Clothing: a long cloak made of frosty fur with frost patterns; a snowflake brooch with a tiny swirl inside; belt with an ice buckle; gloves as if made of thin ice; crown of transparent crystals.

King Basstorm (Euphoria Dance Island)
Build and construction: large, powerful, but very agile - he has a wide chest and strong shoulders, while the body is flexible, as if springs are hidden inside. His hands are thick, but fast, his fingers are dexterous - he beats complex rhythms with them. The legs are strong, with strong calves - he can jump for a long time and run without fatigue. The hips are wide and stable - he keeps his balance even in the wildest dances. His neck is strong, but he often moves his head to the beat as if he is turning himself on.

Personality: loud, energetic, loves to be in the center. He does not know how to stand still - even when he thinks, he stomps. An optimist who believes that any problem can be solved by dancing. He can be impulsive, but he is never really angry: his anger is just another rhythm.

Abilities: "turns on" the crowd and controls vibrations. One of its claps makes the floor tremble and hearts beat in unison. A rhythmometer on the chest shows how much it affects the mood around you. It can create a "wave of joy" - a short wave of sound, after which everyone wants to move and smile. The scarf ribbon catches the bass frequencies and helps him feel where the music is needed most.

Clothing: elastic orange-yellow suit with neon accents; rhythmometer on the chest; massive backlit bracelets; pants with reflective stripes; springy shoes; Scarf-ribbon.

King of Voltsscratch (Electro-Glitch Island)
Build and construction: wiry, elongated, with narrow shoulders and long limbs - he moves abruptly, as if switching between modes. His hands are thin, but with strong hands and long fingers - with them he quickly clicks switches and corrects schemes. His legs are slender and light, his feet are narrow – he takes quick, short steps, as if he is running on invisible paths. The chest is narrow, but the back muscles are strong - he can sit over the panel for a long time without losing concentration. The neck is flexible, he often tilts his head to get a better look at the details. Personality: inventive, chaotic, loves experiments. For him, failure is a new opportunity. A little impatient: he wants to fix and improve everything right now. Sometimes he gets too carried away and forgets about caution, but sincerely wants everything to work.

Abilities: Reconfigures the environment. With a light touch, it can cause the panel to blink, the track to move, or the sound to change. The pulse bracelet transmits short signals, and glasses with amber lenses help to see the "frequencies" of sound and light. He can create "glitch windows" - short moments when the technique listens only to him. If something breaks, he doesn't get upset: it's just a new challenge for him. Clothing: tight-fitting overalls with conductive tracks; a set of mini-panels on the belt; pulse bracelet; overlays with micro-bulbs; antistatic shoes with metal inserts; glasses with amber lenses.

Moon Echo Island
As the string faded, the island seemed to fade into the twilight, the moonlight no longer illuminating the paths, and the trolls rarely gathered together. The place seemed sleepy and almost invisible during the day. But with the return of the Moonlight Echo string, everything changed: at night, the rocks began to glow with pearly light, and the water began to repeat sounds like a mirror. Now everything here is built around the lunar cycle: bridges change shape depending on the phase, and trolls wear silver threads in their hair to catch the light. Their power is in repetition: they can send a wave of echoes that carry a message to the other end of the island, or they can make one note sound twice - clear and ghostly.

Horrorcore Island seems to be carved out of nightmares: the rocks are black and sharp as broken teeth, thick wisps of fog hang between them. Trees do not grow — instead of them, curved stone pillars that look like claws rise from the ground. The sky is almost always covered with heavy clouds, and the light here is not sunny, but flickering, as if from old faulty lamps. with narrow slitted windows, from which a dim violet or blood-red light pours out. The roofs are sharp and broken, as if they are trying to pierce the sky. In the center of the island is the Black Tower: it is not round, but angular, with many protrusions, and it seems that it "grows" from the rock, and not built by people. Strange symbols are carved on the walls, which seem to move if you look at them for a long time. the entire island is stretched by thin metal strings stretched between towers and rocks.When the wind blows, they emit a low vibrating hum - this is the basis of the island's music. In some places, there are large resonator bowls made of black glass: they catch the whisper of the wind and amplify it to an eerie echo. Heavy basses, harsh rhythms, whispers and grinds. Music seems to hide in the shadows and creep up on you when you least expect it.

Euphoria Dance
Island It used to be quiet here: the bright lights went out, the dance floors were overgrown, and it seemed that the joy was gone. The trolls became more careful, almost stopped jumping and laughing loudly, as if they were afraid to scare away their luck. But when the string "Pulsation of Delight" sounded, the colors returned: the lanterns flashed neon, the paths began to spring back under your feet, and the air began to sparkle. Now it is the most lively island: everything here is created for movement - bridges-jumps, walls that vibrate with bass, and platforms where even the shadow dances. The trolls wear brightly colored costumes and love collective rhythms: when they clap in unison, the ground shakes slightly, and the mood rises for everyone around them.

Ice Bell
Island Once upon a time, the bells here fell silent: the wind had become too cold, and the trolls had almost stopped singing, fearing that the ringing would break the ice under their feet. The island seemed extinct - only rare lights flickered between the ice columns. But as soon as the "Ice Chime" string sounded again, the ice began to shimmer, and the bells began to echo. Now it is a place of austere, transparent beauty: thin ice arches are everywhere, transparent ice is under your feet, through which glowing patterns are visible. The trolls here speak in a whisper so as not to scare off the melody, and wear clothes made of "frosty fur" - white and blue, with crystals instead of buttons. Their strength is in the purity of sound: if you hit the ice in the right place, it sings one note for a long time, as if holding its breath.

King Pippi is the most unexpected ruler imaginable: instead of manner and throne, there is energy, pranks and a smile from ear to ear. He is stocky and sturdy, with a rounded, soft silhouette: a broad chest, short, strong legs, hands with which he gestures as actively as if conducting an invisible orchestra. He moves in a special way: Pippi doesn't just walk, he dances, weaving small springy steps and turns into his usual gait, as if music is playing in him all the time. His skin is a bright pink and peach, and his hair is tied up in a lush, slightly tousled hairstyle with a crown that sits slightly to the side, as casually as if the crown were just a fashion accessory.

Scream is the most charming troll to be wary of. He is tall even by the standards of trolls: elongated, handsome, with a relaxed, almost lazy posture, as if everything in life comes to him effortlessly. The skin is a soft beige-bluish hue, the facial features are smooth, friendly, and the smile is wide, warm, and endearing: it is difficult not to melt from such a smile, and this is its main strength. His hair is neat, coiffed, without a single stray strand - he takes care of himself more carefully than anyone else in the tribe. She dresses elegantly: scarves, vests, thoughtful details - the image of a wise, solid troll, to whom everyone goes for advice. His voice is velvety, unhurried, enveloping: he knows how to sound warm and weighty at the same time. At first glance, the character is ideal: wise, benevolent, always ready to console and support. But behind this polished shell lies calculation: Krik is a master of manipulation, he says what they want to hear from him, and knows how to dissolve in someone else's trust. At the same time, there is sometimes a chill in his eyes - a short moment when a careful, calculating look appears through the smile. He subtly feels moods and uses it without a twinge of conscience. The weak point is cowardice: when it becomes really dangerous, charm fails, and panic appears behind the smooth mask. He is a reminder: not everyone who smiles is someone who can be trusted.

Trolling Pop
Town The Pop Town is hidden in the depths of a giant forest, in a world where everything is made of what people have thrown away: buttons, corks, spools of thread, buttons and candy wrappers. The main houses are huge mushrooms and halves of shells, topped with hairy roofs from which flowers protrude. Everything here lives with music: there are "instrumental" swings on the branches, trumpet kettles are placed in the bushes, and the water in the fountain sings if you swim up to it. In the center of the town there is a spacious meadow-square, where all the holidays take place: here they dance, sing, arrange a glossy show and drive homemade cars made of buttons. At night, the meadow turns into a dance floor: DJ Sookie turns on the beat, and the whole town bursts into flames. The main attraction is Cora Plaza, a huge hollow where the royal family lives, and around it there are hundreds of cozy nests, each with its own character: Biggie has a spacious house with pillows, the twins have a boutique with mannequins made of cones, Guy Diamond has a pavilion sparkling with sequins. Behind the town there are "secret paths": beautiful but dangerous places where priests have not gone for years - strange tribes and real predators live there. But as long as the music is playing, the town is not afraid of anything.

Satine and Chennil are twin fashionistas who cannot be described alone, because they are united by the main detail: a single lush mane. Two heads, one giant cloud of hair - Satin for her part leaves him like the pink half, Chennil - like the lilac half. Both figures are elegant, light, thin, with the posture of models: each movement is a hint of a catwalk walk, even if they walk in the mud. Satin is bright pink, with large expressive eyes and an eternally confident smile; She is hot-tempered, noisy, loves drama, compliments and everything that glitters. Chennille is lavender-lilac, a little calmer and more practical: she is pragmatic, makes sure that her sister does not go too far, and is the first to utter sound arguments - although also with drama. Both love fashion: sequins, ruffles, perfect color combinations and "fatal details" of the image. They run a boutique where they dress up the whole town for the holidays, and they treat it like art. They speak in unison, finish phrases for each other and quarrel so quickly that the audience does not have time to understand the essence of the argument - and a minute later there are worlds. At the same time, under glamour, there is an almost boyish thirst for adventure: they are not afraid to get dirty and get into the thick of things, except perhaps with a cry of "but what about the hair?!". Individually, they are incomplete: Satine without Shennille is too impulsive, Shennille without Satine is too serious. Together - the perfect balance of style and reason, two halves of one bright personality.

Smidge is the smallest and most combative troll in the tribe. It is easy to miss her in the crowd - she is noticeably shorter than most - but as soon as she jumps or shouts, everyone else forgets. Her physique is amazing: with her petite size, she has sculpted, strong muscles, and she looks like she is able to lift twice her own weight - which, however, is not far from the truth. Her skin is pink and crimson, her hair is bright purple, styled in sharp spikes sticking out in all directions, a hairstyle that looks like a challenge in itself. The eyes are bold, squinted, the face is almost always with the expression "I am ready". He dresses in a sporty way: comfortable shorts, knee pads, nothing that will interfere with the snatch. Character: charismatic, quick to speak, fire without embellishment. She loves competitions - tug-of-war, race, arm wrestling - and almost always wins, and if she loses, she demands a rematch with a smile. He gushes with confidence and often plays the role of the "cheerful bully" of the company. At the same time, she has a good heart: she spends her strength not on grievances, but on protecting friends and helping, and her eternal enthusiasm spurs on even the most tired. The only thing she does not tolerate is when she is underestimated because of her height: at such moments, she looks in such a way that the interlocutor instinctively apologizes. The Smidge is proof that heroism is not measured in centimeters.

Guy Diamond is a walking flash of light. He has no hair at all: instead of a hairstyle, his head is smooth and shiny, like a small disco sphere that catches and scatters rays in all directions. The whole body is covered with shining sequins - they shimmer in all shades, as soon as he moves, and when he dances, a real trail of confetti and sparks stretches behind him. The physique is compact, toned, the pose is always spectacular: either the hip is on the side, or a spectacular turn, or the pose "shoot me, I'm ready". He dresses catchily - shiny fabrics, metallic shades, everything that will sparkle once again. His mood is elevated by default, as if a nightclub is always playing inside: he does not beg for attention, he radiates it. He speaks loudly, theatrically, loves exclamations and dramatic pauses, loves to be in the center of any stage - and he does it so charmingly that no one minds. His signature technique is "glitter explosion": as soon as you start up, the space around turns into a mini-disco. But this radiant person also has a gentle side: he is a caring parent of a tiny baby Diamond, whom he carries right with him, sings lullabies to him in the most cheerful rhythm and brings him up with sincere adoration. Of the weaknesses - a slight narcissism: he will not miss the chance to admire his brilliance in any reflection. But, as it turns out, it is possible to shine even at the most difficult moment - and this is his superpower

Cooper is the most unusual troll in the town, and it is easy to spot him: he has a long "giraffe" neck, an elongated body, long legs with warm spots and powerful hooves-feet. It is tall, light, springy - it moves as if on invisible springs, swaying on a long neck. The skin is golden-brown with spots, the head is small, with bulging kind eyes, set so that he can see almost everything around. The main decoration is a long pink tongue, with which he deftly grabs objects Cooper is not actually a pop - he comes from the funk tribe. As a baby, during the rock era, he got lost and was found by the priests, who raised him as their son. Therefore, he is a living bridge between two worlds: he grew up on pop music, but the body remembers the rhythms of funk. Later, he met his own funk family and found out that he had a twin brother, Prince Di — but he didn't choose "which tribe is better," but left both: "I'm pop, and I'm funk, and that's cool."

Brunch is the most discreet troll of the tribe and at the same time the most noticeable, because he is the only blue-blue among the pink optimists. Medium height, slender, slightly angular: narrow shoulders, slight slouch - the pose of a person who is used to looking around. He moves quietly, economically, without unnecessary gestures, as if he is always calculating the escape routes. His skin was a muted blue, his hair sticking out untidily in different directions, a head of hair that had been clearly neglected over the years, his dark blue strands puffing up as if he had just woken up or was just waiting in a hiding place. His eyebrows are almost always drawn, his gaze is attentive, wary, with a slight irony - he is the first to notice a catch in any situation. Character: reserved, grumpy, sarcastic - his sarcasm seeps through even the most serious scene. But behind the armor is a deep loyalty: he is the one who goes last, so that no one is left behind, and is the first to check for a suspicious rustle. At the moment of real experience, his restraint cracks, and then it is seen how warm he can be. Habits: check everything three times, stock up on food, repair and build, keep an internal list of "places where danger may be hiding". His weakness is distrust of his own courage: he does not believe that he has been a hero for a long time, although everyone around him has known this for a long time.

Poppy is the queen of troll pops, and she's the only one who wears the crown like it's a hairpin. She is of medium height, light and agile, with a physique that seems to be made for jumping: she never walks - she flutters, jumps, spins. Her skin is bright pink, her chewing gum-colored hair is tied up in a high lush hairstyle, crowned with a small "rose" of strands - her trademark, by which she is recognizable from any distance. The eyes are large, round, of a warm violet-blue shade, always wide open - this is what a person who sincerely believes that the world is good looks like. The smile almost never leaves her face, and when she frowns, it looks so unusual that everyone around her is immediately alarmed. There are fluffy pom-pom earrings on the ears, bright dresses, ribbons and airy details are loved in the outfit. Character: irrepressible optimism, energy for ten trolls, sincere belief in hugs as a universal medicine. She is chatty, warm, and can talk to a stranger as if they have known each other for a hundred years. At the same time, there is a steel rod inside: Poppy does not back down if she is sure that she is right, and knows how to take responsibility even when she is scared. Habits: keeps a diary, loves scrapbooking, bakes cupcakes, remembers the birthdays of every resident of the town. Its disadvantage is excessive enthusiasm: sometimes it is too assertive in "helping". But next to her, even a gray, tired troll involuntarily begins to hum.