Troll Country is the bleak and frozen wilderness sprawling north of Kislev, a land of tundra, black rivers, and jagged hills where few civilised folk dare to tread. It takes its name from the trolls that lair in its caves and marshes, dull-witted horrors that swallow anything they can catch.
The country forms a grim frontier between the oblast of Kislev and the Chaos Wastes beyond, and across it flow the endless warbands of Norsca and the Kurgan, drawn south to pillage and burn. Kislevite winged lancers and the war-parties of hidden villages patrol its edges, but the interior belongs to monsters and to the mutating touch of the north.
Strange things happen in Troll Country. Rivers run in the wrong direction, stones weep, and travellers vanish into mists that were not there before. It is a place where the boundary between the mortal world and the raw stuff of Chaos wears thin, and only the hardiest scouts of Kislev venture there and return with their minds intact.