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“Gog! Magog!” Jess cries out. It’s that familiar pain feeling. The baby is coming.

She can hear the drums.

Pudd smiled, happy for Jess.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

"Nullhullers were a species of troll born for the act of stealing human children. They went extinct, some time ago. So you have not heard of Gunmar the Black?"

Margie has moved in with the Gumm Gumms. It took a few days for her to physically and mentally adjust due to her autism, but she managed to get used to the changes.

Gunmar watched her work, startled and surprised.

"My mate took to the forge." Gunmar said quietly, "She was one of the greatest smiths I've ever seen."

"Her kind believed that to speak the name of the dead was to disturb them, so I'll not name her to you. You can find it in the book of Ga-Huel, if you must know. She was a great swordsmith, her temper was fierce. She spoke softly, but no one would ever doubt her words."

Gunmar found that an odd thing to say, but he grunted in acknowledgment of her compassion.

“I don’t have one… at least not yet. My father has an interest in Natalie the Union Pacific 9000.” Margie pulled out her iPad to show him a picture of her.

"She looks like a fine locomotive." Gunmar stated, "I'm sure she'll give your father healthy heirs."

“Gog! Magog!” Jess cries out. It’s that familiar pain feeling. The baby is coming.

Gog returned several moments later, Pudd set a hand on Jess' belly.

“The pain comes and goes about two minutes.” She answers in pain.

Gog and Magog take up positions beside her as Pudd reaches up and checks.

“Then let’s get the whelp out of me!” She cries. “It hurts really bad! Aaah!”

Somewhere, the distant sound of drums could be heard drawing closer.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

"......I never had any family growing up." Gunmar said slowly, "I was raised by Nullhullers."

Margie has moved in with the Gumm Gumms. It took a few days for her to physically and mentally adjust due to her autism, but she managed to get used to the changes.

Gunmar watched her work, startled and surprised.

"My mate took to the forge." Gunmar said quietly, "She was one of the greatest smiths I've ever seen."

"Her kind believed that to speak the name of the dead was to disturb them, so I'll not name her to you. You can find it in the book of Ga-Huel, if you must know. She was a great swordsmith, her temper was fierce. She spoke softly, but no one would ever doubt her words."

Gunmar found that an odd thing to say, but he grunted in acknowledgment of her compassion.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

The question was so unexpected that for a moment, all Gunmar could do was blink down at the inquisitive gutter troll.

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

Gunmar frowned.

She very quickly caught up to him, not wanting to be left behind. She worried about her younger cousins hoping they would be okay for the day.

Gunmar stared at her for a long, long beat, then as they came over a hill, he pointed.

Her mouth was gaping, she never seen a camp so big before. She wondered how everyone knew where they lived.

"My armies." Gunmar stated, walking into the camp. Every troll stopped what they were doing to acknowledge him as he passed, their eyes settling curiously onto Breta.

She was concerned about the fact that they mainly eat humans. But she didn’t question their normal as she had no say.

Gunmar paused before one of the cook fires, grabbing a hand and tearing it free.

Margie has moved in with the Gumm Gumms. It took a few days for her to physically and mentally adjust due to her autism, but she managed to get used to the changes.

Gunmar watched her work, startled and surprised.

"My mate took to the forge." Gunmar said quietly, "She was one of the greatest smiths I've ever seen."

"Her kind believed that to speak the name of the dead was to disturb them, so I'll not name her to you. You can find it in the book of Ga-Huel, if you must know. She was a great swordsmith, her temper was fierce. She spoke softly, but no one would ever doubt her words."

Margie has moved in with the Gumm Gumms. It took a few days for her to physically and mentally adjust due to her autism, but she managed to get used to the changes.

Gunmar watched her work, startled and surprised.

"My mate took to the forge." Gunmar said quietly, "She was one of the greatest smiths I've ever seen."

It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.

Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.

Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.

She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.

Gunmar frowned.

Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.

Gunmar turned to leave.

Gunmar frowned.

She very quickly caught up to him, not wanting to be left behind. She worried about her younger cousins hoping they would be okay for the day.

Gunmar stared at her for a long, long beat, then as they came over a hill, he pointed.

Her mouth was gaping, she never seen a camp so big before. She wondered how everyone knew where they lived.

"My armies." Gunmar stated, walking into the camp. Every troll stopped what they were doing to acknowledge him as he passed, their eyes settling curiously onto Breta.

“Gog! Magog!” Jess cries out. It’s that familiar pain feeling. The baby is coming.

Gog returned several moments later, Pudd set a hand on Jess' belly.

“The pain comes and goes about two minutes.” She answers in pain.

Gog and Magog take up positions beside her as Pudd reaches up and checks.