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Gythrul's Ressurection
« Topic Start: December 23, 2017, 07:32:54 AM »
Gythrul gasped as he opened his eyes. He lay nude on a stone slab, all around him were black robed people. He was in a stone room with little light.

"My Lord." One of the robed people said, their voice gravelly and unnatural.

"Where?" Gythrul questioned before a light filled his mind.

An hour, maybe two pasted before Gythrul opened his eyes again.

"You." He said, pointing to the robed figure he had spoken to earlier. He noticed the person was holding a book.

"I assume you did this?"

The person bowed his head. "WE did. We have raised you."

Gythrul nodded. "Prepare a bath." He ordered.

He rose from the bloody bath tub and gazed and his hands, cleaned of flesh. His eye sockets burned with green witchfire. He turned to one of his robed attendants. "Burn my organs."

The skeleton that was Gythrul stood in the armoury of his Castle. The castle he ruled from when he lorded over the region. He commanded his cultists to put on a suit of plate armour.

The steel was darkened. The armour was relatively plain save for a golden Daemonic eye motif on the chest piece.

Gythrul let his cultists place and burial shroud around his shoulders and he drew up its hood.

He placed a broadsword in his scabbard.

He had returned.
Once the Daleborn family, now the Attano family.