Fresh from dodging axes and muddy boots, the eggs arrived in a land of misty peaks, quiet temples, and strict discipline. But peace was short-lived, as discipline and inner balance aren't exactly their thing. Can these furious yolks survive the way of the Shaolin, or will they crack under pressure?
A angry anthropomorphic egg with a cracked, slightly decaying shell, blue eyes. a maiden shield in one hand, a sword in the other. She is screaming and dirty from battle. she wears blonde viking braids under a horned viking helmet, a leather tank top & skirt, laced up sandals. the background is a grassy ...