Let's cut this Dwarf Open!

Cali considered Dyvia’s belly and sighed. She moved back down to huddle between the dwarves legs, shifting the short legs apart at the knees so she’d have room to work. “I don’t know what will come of this, but I’m trying to save the dwarf’s life. The abomination inside her may fool your senses; don’t let it.” She reached up and pulled a sliver from the spiked crown which had appeared on her head in lambent silver.

Olin winked. “Not the first I’ve dealt with the things that go bump in the night …” He said to his Empress. Though it was more like the thing that goes bump in the belly. Olin working on marking rocks with the rune in his blood. It was a shortcut, but it would certainly help keep the magic contained should things go awry.

“I wish the half-elf had remained. She’s possessed of healing, yes?” Cali pressed a hand against the underside of Dyvia’s belly, carefully feeling for the proper position. “Once I cut this dwarf open, we’ll need more than hot water and clean bandages. Of which we have none.”

“The little moth over there has volunteered her magical power if you require the extra dose of magic. I can also keep the air moving in her lungs,” he said, laying out options. “Not a word little moth; the magic we are doing comes with many years of practice,” he said before she could open her mouth. “In either case the faster we move, the less she bleeds, the better her chances. I can still fetch the half-elf healer if you think her useful for the task at hand.”

Caligari bit her lip and stared at Luna. She was thinking how best she could make use of the girl without really knowing anything about her magic. Unfortunately, they just didn’t have any more time. “Girl, go hold the dwarf’s head and try to comfort her.” Cali leaned in towards Luna, “whisper lies if you can. The thing in her belly will latch onto truth and names. It needs an anchor. Give it nothing, but try to comfort her.”

Olin about now was finishing the circle of stones. At least now there would be no disturbances while they worked. No magic in no magic out.

“She’s going to bleed like a virgin tick when I open her up. This...thing inside her will attack, entrap or escape. You’d rather let it escape.” Cali reached down between Dyvia’s legs and worked her hands inside. She was muttering a foul language, more sounds than words, but the abomination within Dyvia’s belly was responding. “One of those stones, quickly,” Cali hissed at Olin. She spread her hands enough to make room for the stone’s insertion and Dyvia’s belly went into spasm. It looked like a pair of vermin writhing to get out. With the stone in place, Cali braced it with her knee and laid the spike against the delicate flesh of the dwarf. “Forgive me,” she pierced the groin with the razored edge and Dyvia bled instantly. The witch dragged the blade along the underside of the belly like she was skinning a deer. Even over the screams of the dwarf and the steaming hiss as black goo crept from the dwarf’s womanhood, above it all they could hear the sounds of rending flesh. It was grisly.

Olin worked to keep the dwarf woman from thrashing about. Granted he was the weakest of his tribe but, he was not a weak man in general; nor was the dwarf woman weak. He had to lean damn near his entire weight on her to keep her still as Cali did the deed to try and save the woman's life.

Cali daren’t set the blade on the dirty ground, thinking she may need it again. So she jabbed the blade into Dyvia’s leg like a pincushion and used both hands to reach inside the long slit she’d made. Her own hands were covered in blood, dirt and various other secretions, but none of that would matter much if magic could save this unwilling mother. “Someone hold back my fucking hair. I can’t see where I’m …” Cali looked like she was wrestling something far stronger than a baby. She pulled her hands back and shook them. “The little bastard bit me. That does it.” The nails on her fingers thickened and grew into inch long claws that she buried in Dyvia’s womb. There was a hideous scream from inside and then it went quiet. The air inside the tent grew heavy as they all waited. Cali leaned back and the wound in Dyvia stretched and tore; she slowly pulled her hands out, revealing something horrid, covered in red blood and something black. It was impossible to make out the features, but Cali didn’t want to look upon it regardless.

Olin by now was helping to maintain Dyvi’s breath. Not only making sure she was getting enough air but in a way, monitoring her status. “Not to rush you but it won’t be long before I am forcing the air in and out of her lungs, Cali.” He warned.

"Elf, bring your hands here. Pinch this wound together and do not let go. We don't know how your shadow magic will react with my bewitchment on the body of a dwarf who grew a hellspawn abomination inside her womb. So don't try it. I swear if you conjure some spell and the dwarf dies, I will bind her spirit to haunt you for eternity.” Cali stood up, holding the mass of flesh and vile out before her. She threw the tent flap open and tossed the birth upon the ground at the feet of Balar and Erik. “Kill it!”

OOC: JP from Esimed & Winters