Battle Troll

The world of the sagas is a world of proud and irascible men with touchy tempers and big axes, and about how their bad manners as tourists are matched only by an astonishing inability to get along with the neighbors.

It’s like the Wild West, without the schoolmarm and the preacher, held on a cold windy coastline.

It’s also about blood-feuds, raids, and quarrels, and blood-feuds, and about stealing other people’s stuff and taking one another to the rowdiest courts in the world - and blood-feuds - and being exiled to the far-flung reaches of the world and behaving just as badly there. It’s about visiting other lands, meeting interesting people, and hacking them about with ironmongery, and looting churches because that’s where the gold and silver are kept. It’s about you, me, Onund the dog-faced and his foster father Sven going over to see the farmer across the river to tell him exactly what we think of him.

Personal combat in the Norse sagas is notable for its combination of grim humor, gymnastic violence, and a graphic interest in the details of wounds, especially those with fatal consequences.

"Battle-Troll" is about all that: It's a fast, bloodthirsty game simple enough to play after several horns of mead. Stolen mead. From a looted monastery.