Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180708155351/@comment-24510587-20180714133721

"Wake up."

He opened his eyes, blinking faintly to adjust to the dim light in the room he had awoken in. He found that he was lying down on some sort of stone bed - the inside of a previously closed sarcophagus - and when he went to raise his arms, he discovered that he was chained to the sarcophagus by metal cuffs. He was entirely stripped of any clothing, and his pale grey skin was inscribed with all sorts of Daedric runes that were carved into his flesh. Most notable was the large glowing mark carved into his incredibly muscular chest.

"Ah, good, you haven't lost your motor functions," someone standing by the foot end of the sarcophagus observed. It was a short Breton, bald with brown mutton chops and a moustache.

"It's time for you to be unleashed once more. But not on your sworn enemies. There's more at stake."

His nostrils flared, and he pulled at the chains. Now that he was free from his tomb, they could not hold him any longer, and he outright ripped them off their hinges. He sat upright and then stepped out of the sarcophagus onto the cold floor, absolutely towering over the Breton that had freed him. Right across from his sarcophagus, exhibited on the wall, was a suit of armour very familiar to him, and he walked closer to inspect it.

"It's time to go, Bane."