>>5815999>>5815999>>5816049>>5816095>>5816180>>5816366>>5816427In what little you've read over the past week or so, the Hiisi quite interest you. In classic folklore, they are creatures that dwelled upon and in ways protected sacred groves and hills. Today, they refer to humanoid aberrations, descendants of those within range of the calamitous light in the Arctic when the old world ended. Finland made no enemies during that period and was not the target of any attacks, but the far north was where countries both launched and defended themselves from the destruction. It was the second largest hotspot of explosions on the planet. The land was tainted and the ice caps began to melt, forcing every living creature to travel inland to come into contact with the first of the Hiisi.
What is said about the Hiisi of ancient times rings true to this day; Hiisi are not typically social creatures. They try to stay in secluded areas away from human civilization. Scholars believe they are aware of how humans see them, but at the same time these same scholars don't think this self-awareness means they are still capable of civilized conduct. Much of the biological developments that made humanity succeed in the first place were undone by the curse, rendering them violent neanderthals driven almost entirely by primal instincts of fear and hunger. They are afraid of humans as much as humans are afraid of them, and whenever they don't run, they fight with a savagery learned from centuries of barbarism.
Which makes it an ongoing conversation as to why there have been so many in the Helsinki storm drain. Much of the north has been abandoned, and with the water level fallen to pre-calamity levels and cursed aura all but dissipated, it's been documented that many have returned to the north where they can live without human contact. Is the convenience of stealing from trash and pools of rainwater really such a draw? The most popular theory that the Stormwatch has published in their files on the Hiisi is the undercity dwellers smuggle them and set them loose into the city and the storm drain simply to make a diversion and stir up trouble so they can continue their squatting. You could see that. This specimen might have even been forced to be bait for an ambush, but ran a wrong direction for the attack to properly occur.
With a proud grin, you hand him the files of the other two whilst holding up the one on the stray Hiisi. “I'm a Trollslayer, and I would like to try my hands at a troll!”
Without a smile, he grabs the files from you. “Get your gear, with leave in twenty.” Odin's third eye, he's all business and no games.
