It was cold.

  Then again it was always cold to Slaen, a warrior of Helhiem. It was dark, that he wasn't used to, and it smelled of beer... wait. Beer?! Slaen shot up like arrow, and immediately summoned his axe, Fojrug. He looked for the source of the stench, and found a broken glass bottle, which he didn't recognize. Next to it were bottles still intact. He picked one up and pried the cap off with his axe blade. The flavor was richer than he remembered. But what was he doing on the mortal plane? Then he heard a boom. [color=00aeef]"Odin's Beard! The fresh hell was that?"[/color] and he went towards the source.

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  Slaen was on a ledge looking over a large area with five beings in it he didn't know, and a host of undead, but two he sensed were dead and cold as the grave and conscious. Four were fighting the largest one, a horribly scarred abomination wielding an unknown device. After a moment of watching, he determined it was a boom stick and that it was his enemy. He looked at Fojrug in his hand and it's blade glowed cold and permafrost leaving his hands. [color=00aeef]"By Lady Hel, you soul will freeze for eternity starting today."[/color] and he jumped off, preparing to cleave the beasts arm off with a mighty roar. [color=00aeef]"For Lady Hel!!!"[/color]