Stirrings In The Dark

[Eleatic 1033]

All around was dirt and ash. The air was foul, and the stone bricks which once lined the walls were covered in tens of layers of dust. For all of this emptiness, every few moments, the cave would shake. A figure sat in the darkness, barely visible in the black which consumed the area. It was an armored man, if it could be called one. 

 

Time passed. Days, weeks, years? It didn't matter. Though the figure stirred, once in a blue moon, it was inert. Time, once again, passed. The figure was conscious, or, rather, grew moreso into consciousness as the time continued to move, and as his awareness of it began to dim. He spoke, once, before falling silent again: "Do as I say, Elben.." The voice stopped abruptly, and it wasn't heard again in the halls for years to come.

 

Light peeked in above. The dark, cold cave that held the figure shimmered. The contraption to enter it, facing forward from where the being sat, activated. Slowly, the wooden elevator brought it's weight down, though no-one was on board. The Knight stirred, this time, fully. The dust and ash which had coated him began to fall off as he moved his limbs, and a creaking reverberated throughout the halls as the unoiled joints tried to move. The figure spoke, this time, in coherence. "Time."

 

The knight slowly moved, his armor creaking time, and time again. He stared around, looking at the decrepit cave. Unable to see much, he simply stared at the contraption in front of him. Taking slow, timed steps, before arriving at the contraption once more. He looked to the hoist, the pully, which brought it down. It had been there for quite a while, longer than it had taken him to get up. He moved, and began reactivating the contraption, it rising as the Knight did.

 

The sun shone brightly above, the wind strong. Around him, he stared to the trees, regrown from the death that the Necromancers had wrought to them. To Embermoor in the distance, walled off, and in a state of disrepair. The area around the elevator was covered in broken stone walls. A crease was present directly in-front of the man, large enough for an Ork to fit through. He moved, and stepped out. His gauntlets shook, and he pressed them against his visor, wiping away soot.

 

Time had passed, a good deal of time. There was work to be done.

 

Hia. Back from my long absence. Working with folks to get the Dread Knights back into a situation where they're worth a damn. No idea what's happened while I was away, but, hey. No harm in trying. Nice to see you all.

[TavernLich 324]

((I'm assuming you are taking over the (very) inactive Dreadknight cult? If you didn't know I'm a cultist and it has been a very bumpy road, I'm hoping the Dreadknights can get active once more.))

[Eleatic 1033]

((I'm assuming you are taking over the (very) inactive Dreadknight cult? If you didn't know I'm a cultist and it has been a very bumpy road, I'm hoping the Dreadknights can get active once more.))

((Of course. All sorts of activity is a-comin'.))

[Glyc 234]

((Reminder that as this is a Roleplay thread, try to keep it as RP as possible.))

[Arkelos 1027]

Scylla rose from where it laid dormant, its spiked figure rising as it hissed out "Find.. Dread Lord.."

[Mephistophelian 977]

"The Dread Lord rises once more, I dare say..." Lorien's voice croaks, his pleasant turquoise eyes gazing out of the strands of raven black hair that falls before his face. "Decrepit and worn...but functioning." Is his final remark as he paces after the creature.

((Nice to have you back :D))

[LPT 771]

Greymane stomps his arm our to his lord as he glares at his empty helmet. "My lord. We were lost, but now we are found. Let us forge an empire of dread on this land together, with you as my superior."

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.