The air was stale as I drew breath, my eyes snapping open as a single thought provoked me.
'Intruders'
I sucked in what air I could through my mask and released the dragon's gift of the voice, shattering my coffins lid to tiny shards of ebony.
A guttural cry of anguish echoed through my burial chamber and I smiled in satisfaction. I stepped out of the now open sarcophagus ready for an army of traitors but what met my masked gaze was the slitted eyes of some kind of lizard man. The lizard's gaze flickered from me to its dead companion splattered on the wall.
With a cry of anguish and rage it rushed me, hefting it's great sword into the air and letting gravity add speed and power to the creature's lunge. I nearly scoffed at the pitiful attempt, did this lizard not know whose tomb it dared trespass in?
As I sidestepped the great sword with ease I caught the lizard by the throat and hefted it into the air. It wore a crude form of armor made of leather and hide not in any style I was familiar with, the sword however was a simple slab of iron, poor quality compared to the smiths of Bromjunaar.
I loosened my grip on the lizard's neck, "What year have I awoken to creature?" It gasped for air as it struggled against my grip though no answer came aside from more attempts to kick and tear at me.
"Very well, maybe your companions will prove better listeners." Its eyes widened at the implications, "Wait! Wait-" I cut off its cries and let the dead lizard tumble to the floor.
"Laas Yah Nir." I whispered into the dark and two red outlines appeared in my vision. No doubt picking through what remains of my tomb and temple. I've changed my mind. They all die.
Without delay I sprint towards the intruders stumbling slightly after such a long imprisonment. The first one I see is another lizard, this time a female, perhaps the mate of the other? She has a bow slung across her back with arrows at her side, unprepared and too easy to shout down. Soon after my voice reverberates through my once grand temple and kills the lizard, the last intruder makes his way down the stairs that lead to a grand balcony, his eyes widening at the ashes on the floor that had been his companion.
As his eyes darted from me to the pile of ashes I calmly made my way to him as he was submerged in fear. Sadly his baser instincts kick in and he turns tail and runs. I ponder whether to let him live and tell the tale to try and prevent further robbery but quickly dismiss the idea, it would only lead to further attempts. And my rage was immense at the mere thought of these creatures invading and pillaging my home.
"Wuld na kest!" I catch him in a mere moment and snap his neck, my strength as a once great priest having fully returned.
It is only when my body feels a cold breeze am I drawn to the hole these thieves broke through. I am greeted by the blinding light of day.
As I left my tomb the stale air turned fresh and the mere chill turned biting cold as I exited onto a mountain overlooking the sea of ghosts. It's waves lapping at the shore and mists spreading all the way home to Atmora. Almost a pity the sight is ruined by newly crafted buildings and dwarven constructs. I'm half tempted to return to slumber.
Nevertheless I know in my heart that if I am awake others will be as well or will awaken soon.
Our lord will make his return from exile and with it we will create an empire unlike anything before.
The mortals of this world will once again respect and fear the name Konahrik.
