Migrating to Midgard

Caligari was at the lewd love pit she and Olin had shared for long hours. It was not as far removed from the main camp as she’d believed when deciding on the spot the night before, but distances could be tricky to judge in the dark. And honestly, she didn’t mind that the others heard them; far from it. But then the dwarf had gone into labor and such passions were quelled prematurely. Was there anything worse than the premature ending to a sexual session?

She was standing over a pile of their hastily removed clothing; looking down at the heap while she ran a fine bone brush through her hair. Very near by the sounds of battle could be heard. And already the ground was shaking from the onslaught. She nearly jumped at the sound of Kespin’s voice. That little fellow seemed to move on padded foot.

<<“My queen, it appears that Tiella’s death has broken the team and you have proven yourself very capable in the midst of hurt feelings and blood. What will be our path?”>>

Cali turned to the crazy old man, not quite convinced he was as crazy or old as he let on. She was still determined to bed him down and put his ticker to the test, but it kept getting put off. She looked him in the eye as she began dressing from the gauze in the pile at her feet. “You needn’t call me queen, Kespin. That matter with the crown is unfinished, but until it is resolved I cannot claim my throne. And we won’t stand a chance against the wolves of Fenrir or the Ice Giants, either alone or trapped between them.” She knelt to give the bedroll a quick sniff, then smiled and dropped it aside. It would not do to keep lugging the sleazy sleep sack around. She collected what she could of Olin’s clothing before picking her way over to Kespin.

“So we are retreating to Midgard, where we intended to return upon escaping Hel’s domain. We do that often, yes? Escape from peril to peril. One of these days we will not be so fortunate, but there are worse things than death. I saw the spell Scratti was preparing; he claimed it was his sloppiest work ever, and you’d know that’s saying something if you knew half the things he and I did last night.” She reached down to grab hold of Kespin’s hand and began leading him back towards the others. “If you were watching last night, I won’t be displeased.”

The two of them returned to the others as if they’d been out picking berries. Or shagging. “This valley will be full of death quite soon. If we do not wish to be counted among them, we should be going. Who the fuck is this?” she asked, pointing at Miles Crow. And there was another half-elf? Tiella’s dead body wasn’t even cold yet and already Balar found himself another half-elf? “Well done for you, Balar. I have something for you, something from your dead wife. But now is not the time. Olin, you harlot of a man. Send us away before we pick up any more… female folk.”