Chapter 2: The Crucible of Freya

"By the gods of the mountains are we going or staying?" He asked the rest of the group as it seemed that the tides of battle had turned and the party was in fact, winning.

But the battle had come at a loss, it seemed that one of the group had been brutalized to the point of non-recognition, the dwarf puts away his weapon for a moment and takes off his helmet, placing it over his heart.

"So sorry for your loss, he died in battle, I hope his god or gods are proud of him." He prayed.

"We should follow that ogre," Datura comments darkly,

"It's wounded and it'll never be easier to kill than now."

Kari nods. "We're not in the best shape ourselves, but you're right. We outnumbering the thing badly, and might be able to kill it from a distance. But after that, we should return to Fairhill and prepare for the priest's return -- or to meet him in the field!"

"Well alright then, I haven't taken any hits yet, so I can still rush up on that Ogre and give it a nice reminder why it chose to run!" He said to the group.

"We best be off hunting it then, it's legs are large and can cover a good distance, even injured." He said to the group.

"Let's go get that ogre before it cost someone else's life.

Nocking an arrow to his bow Eldon is ready for the hunt.