Children ALL of you!

Olin, who has been working to help the poor dwarf remain comfortable, had just about enough of the commotion outside. He grumbled and popped his head out of the dwarf's shelter. “Have none of you any respect for the woman we had to gut like a fish and remove a Hellspawn from her belly?! If you are going to insist on killing each other like a bunch of children please do it QUIETLY?!” He bellowed.

Both he and Garm turned their head into the wind and sniffed creepily in sync. Garm growled and Olin cursed grumbling. “Because of course!” He spat before popping back in.

“The assassin is free, the one-half elf is dead, the one whom I can assume is her lover is attacking Luna, Luna seems to have lost her staff which is now in the possession of yet another elf … or half-elf … didn’t get a good look. The giant is attacking someone, dunno yet who and we are about to be attacked by Wolves. Big ones,” He said updating Cali.

“Luna is under attack by Balar?” Cali gave Olin an incredulous look. “That makes no sense, but is most welcome news. How much time do we have? Perhaps we can wander off into the night and let all of these wretched fools perish. Sorry dwarf company excluded.” Cali patted Dyvia roughly on the stitched belly.

“We can’t run. We would be outpaced in a heartbeat. We could stay and fight but they’re killing each other out there and we are anything but cohesive,” He said listing the options. “Retreat to Midgard may be the best option,” The Skratti suggested.

Cali did not seem to be paying as close attention as the situation warranted. She had an elbow rested on the dwarf’s stomach and was absently twirling a strand of black hair. “I would like to see Luna brought low by the big man’s sword…”

“Is this normal?” Olin asked with a tsk.

“I have not been with this rabble overlong. I rescued them on their way to the Necromancer and we ended up in Niflheim where I castrated Garm, but not before he …. Well not before he enjoyed himself. After that we crossed a sea of the dead, Dyvia was impregnated without any fun, we relived our worst memories then killed the Queen of Hell. Mostly. When we woke up in this land it was to the site of your face. A beautiful face Olin, but your beard is scratchy.” Cali pointed down to her nethers. “So is this normal? I could not say.”

“Such a bizarre party. Perhaps when we return to Midgard I will shave for my Empresses pleasure.” He said with a wink as hell continued to be let loos outside the shelter. The Stone Circle was still in tack thus keeping their magical nonsense away while he worked carving into a half-finished stone. They were too far from a gate and about the be dead center of a massive fight. The group was NOT prepared for this and if there was hope for surviving it ... it was to make the sloppiest portal ever to escape in one piece.

OOC: JP Winters and Esimed