Haunting the Hadex Anamoly IC

[Elurindel]

This new incarnation did not sit entirely well with the warrior-myth from the Tribe of Loathing. He had far more limbs than he was used to, and it meant that his beloved pet Chomper would not be graced by having him ride with the mighty Boris into battle in this lifetime. Still, it was a small sacrifice to make to be among the stars once again. He banged a brass hoof on the metal floor, creating a ringing echo of ceramite and metal upon the floor, making to be heard amidst the clamour of bodies.
"Boris, shall...ahem" he pauses for a moment to turn up his Laud Hailer. "Boris shall reclaim this axe! Be not ye worried that Boris shall take this axe for his own ends, oh no! For Boris has no need of lesser weapons Trusty is all that is needed!" He holds aloft his battered greataxe, its wooden handle and leather grip worn smooth from countless years of use, the blade notched so many times it could be used as a saw. It mattered not if these others did not recognise its greatness, for soon he would make it abundantly clear that the legacy of Boris was one that could not die with mortal flesh, but would be reborn again and again a thousand, thousand times, until he truly ascended. This was another step on the path to greatness.