Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180721005836

(Everyone) Jorge’s dagger sinks deep into the stone. The dagger flares with it’s dark arcane power. The runes turn black as night, yet still glowing in a strange ambience.

Suddenly there is a second shifting sound of steel. The obelisk begins to rise from the pillar, settled top a great stone sarcophagus. A burst of hot spews from the great stone coffin, screeching loudly like a Banshee. The obsidian stone of the sarcophagus cracks, then slowly opens. The steam and darkness evacuate the cramped space, revealing the one entombed.

I old, but sturdy man. Clad in crimson armor forged before time recorded. Giant horns protrude from his scalp. Glowing eyes yellow, golden. His gaze fixes upon Jorge, while clenching his jagged blade. A wave of potent energy screams forth from the being, as he steps forward from his former prison.