Hel Rising

Theo had just recovered from his encounter with Mimir when the witch convulsed and attacked. He had never heard such a voice before, but he felt his soul recoil from it in horror.
Seeing the crew draw weapons, he did the same and released some of his inner turmoil with a battle cry.
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Erik and Dyvia both had a moment to look at each other, groaning in their minds as their only moment of peace was shattered.
After smashing a deckhand into the bottom of the hull, Erik looked for his leader.
“Balar! What do we do?”
He wasn't sure if this was a temporary possession or if the goddess was making her second rebirth.
Dyvia said nothing, testing her healed wounds as she struck down another draugr with surprising ease. She relished at being of use again.
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Mimir was at first unconcerned with the events. He had known Hel for millennia and was actually thinking fondly of the goddess.
She would be the first of the old pantheon that he had met and wanted desperately to have someone from before.
What drove him to action was the draugr attacking. He had a bond with some of the group and did not wish for more bloodshed.
“Hel, control your fury please! We were sent because of an oath the human made. Can’t you see you played into his trap as well?”