《Trolls world tour A Trollex Story》A New Quest
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"What were you thinking?! You almost got us caught back there!" Trollex growls while getting right up in Trollzart's face. The classical troll copied him with a returning shout. "I was trying to get our music back. You must be a fool to think that I would trust a pop troll and anyone close to them."
Branch and I were trying to steal the string. We're not with Barb!"
"Hmph, probably just wanted to keep it for yourself."
"Why you!-" Trollex tackled the classical troll out of the air. The two wrestled on the ground until Branch rushed over to pull them apart. Branch kept them both at arms length from each other, BDB aiding in keeping Trollex back.
"Both of you relax. Right now we need a plan that doesn't involve tearing each other apart." Branch began. "Trollzart, I understand why you don't trust me but all I want is to bring Poppy to her senses and get everyone their music back. You can either help us or hinder us."
Trollzart thought for a moment but finally gave a small nod. "Fine, I will help. However, if I think you are trying to steal the string for yourself, I will act accordingly."
Branch shrugs, "fair enough. First things first, we need to get a bit more educated about what we're dealing with."
Trollex fell in beside him. "What if we go talk to Prince D. He seems to know the most about the tribes's history. The correct version anyways."
Branch agreed along with Trollzart and they headed to where the funk trolls usually navigated.
I took a good chunk of the day to track down the funk trolls's ship. Trollex was less startled this time when the bubbles formed around them and they were lifted into the air. Trollzart didn't seem to share his calmness as he fluttered around the confines. When the bubbles popped, Trollex recognized the room from his last visit as well as the pink funk troll that was waiting to greet them.
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"Trollex, Branch. Been awhile." Prince D greeted.
"Nice to see you Prince D. Where's Cooper." Branch asked.
Prince D frowns. "It might be better if we leave him for now. Everyone is still shaken from our parents losing their music again."
"That's why we're here. We have the string that caused this. We were hoping you knew something that could help us extract the separate music out of it." Trollex explained, trying to look hopeful.
Prince D let out a hmm and moved closer to inspect the harp Branch was holding. Testing the string with a small stroke which released the deafening sound. When it finally faded Prince D looked up. "There is nothing we will be able to do."
"No way... We can't do anything?"
"We can't, but only because we have lived separately for so long. This music string is forcefully mashed together. There is no harmony in that; and since we all only have experience with specific music we won't be able to correct it or remove them. We need the help of hybrids." Prince D explained.
Branch looked just as confused as Trollex felt. "Hybrids? You mean trolls with more than one music?"
"Exactly! All the tribes used to live together in harmony. Mixed troll relationships were bound to happen eventually. But when the tribes split the hybrids left, not wanting to have to choose a side. If anyone can help, it's them."
Trollzart was the one to ask the obvious question. "So how do we locate them if they left so long ago?"
"Easy." Prince D said as if it was obvious. "With an old map." He hurried over to a chest near the back of the room and searched through various items before locating the map and laying it out for the group to see. "This is their last known location." Prince D pointed to an area outside the territories they all lived in and were familiar with.
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"Alright, then we set out in the morning. Will the king and queen mind if we stay the night?" Trollex asked. Prince D nods. "I would love to join you but my family needs me here."
"Of course."
Prince D nods gratefully and leads them to the guest rooms. BDB stayed close to Trollex, fast asleep in his arms. Trollex was just as exhausted, but found his worries of home keeping him up. Eventually he fell asleep.
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It's that time again! If you have a hybrid oc you'd like added into the story message me a picture or description of their appearance as well as what two music they are. I can't promise any major roles but if you're interested then I am happy to add them.
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