Oslo sits on his front porch talking about old times with his friends and former adventuring buddies. 'Odd times are on us again folks.' chimes Oslo. 'Yes but I know things will work out as they always do' says the halfing priest. 'I don't know this time we have demons and undead roaming the lands, the dwarves have locked themselves up tight again ready to ride out the storm. There is that damn Hel goddess thing leading the demon to the south east and then you have that undead army to the far north west. Something has to give at some point.' exclaimed Oslo 'Well Andor and the High-priestess have come to terms and that fighting has ended the elves have reached out to Royce as well. It bodes well that most of the remaining sane people are looking to work together against the demon and undead.' a stocky dwarven fighter says. 'I miss my Elly she could always put a smile on my face even in a time like this I know if she was here I would be smiling.' The peaceful town of Oslo has mostly escaped the ravages of war to this point but for how long. 'Oslo! we are waiting.' state the 3 half-elf women in his house. 'Opps I gotta go see you guys tomorrow'
