“Well we now know what nuffle likes for lunch...norse stew. Get a big boiling pot of water...chop up 14 norse and add to the pot...stir in some claws, RSC, and guard...and let simmer for 16 turns.

Feeds one hungry dice god.

Terra Watt still manages a touchdown, his first in awhile and takes on another injury. HA! Terra laughs at injuries....drive on, charioteer!

Grape is bled dry skewered on the end of a razor sharp claw...the beast lifts his corpse high, and his soul falls below! Go, brother in arms...to the wailing lands of the begotten...and tell Biondi he is urgently needed! Revive ancient warrior of the blood fields...your kin call your name...rise and shred flesh once more!”