((Please tell me if this wrong, and help me out Smiley. I read the first posts, but really had no clue as to what I should do. So help me out.))
Somewhere deep in the catacombs of the Ruined League
Darkness.... Something he had been acquainted with for what seemed countless years. He knew the smell, the sound, the taste, the feel of nothingness everywhere you turned, or looked. You became nothing, entirely. It was the most absent, devastating experience imaginable to a man. This... this wasn't that.
After an agonizing eternity of knowing nothing, the former Lord began to remember. Not remember his past, or who he was, or where he'd gone... Or more specifically, where he had failed to go... But how to breathe, how his mouth muscles moved, and his chest rised and fell with each passing breath. The twitch of his fingers, the ache of his back.
"W-w-where..." Speaking was almost alien to the massive warrior, formerly of the livng. Ordimar managed to lift his hands and found them almost completely restrained. So little room to work with. No matter how he moved, he was confined. After some fumbling and grunts of pain which left him wanting to scream in agony as his throat was so unbelievably dry, he flipped over his hands. His hands caressed whatever the smooth, hard surface was that held him but for the life of him he could not remember what it was.
Mustering up his strength he pushed upwards on his prison. At first, with no avail. The effort left him winded, struggling to keep his eyes open. He was in darkness... Was he even sure his eyes were open? He could blink, they must be! He could never blink, or breathe, or taste air back where he was. Not in the Between. With these thoughts in mind Ordimar pushed again, letting out a painful groan as a beam of light pierced his prison and right into his eyes. The prison slammed shut as Ordimar fought to raise his hands and shield his eyes.
"N-no.. m-more... darkNESS!" The giant shoved again, raising the prison significantly before he inched his hands to the edges of his confines. Exerting more and more energy, enraged by the possibility this is some new form of torment in the Between, Ordimar shoves the chamber lid off his prison to the floor with a massive crash. His body jerks upwards, and he looks this way and that... the whole place is alien to him.
His gaze moves to what he had pushed off. "A stone coffin..? Am I in a mausoleum?" Magme flowed around, lighting other tombs and strange, alien things. Among those things he noticed something very true, very precious to him... his armor and sword. He climbs out of the coffin, wobbling at first and moves to retrieve his precious armaments. After several minutes and tightening the final strap on his Terrorsteel Gauntlets, Ordimar reaches for the final piece... the mark of a Terror Knight. His helmet. As he slides the demonic helm onto over his brow, he senses he is not alone..