When the Dark Elf awoke herself, everything in her sight was a mashing together of various colors and hues. Her entire body felt like it had fallen asleep and was now woken up, making complicated movement hard. Almost involuntarily, her body began to breathe and stir again of its own accord.

 With new found strength, she began rubbing her eyes with her left hand. The world around her began to come into view more and more, her natural night vision giving her a enhanced view of the world around her. It was becoming painstakingly apparent that there was nothing of note or interest where she was looking now. Light, real light, was pulsating from something in front of her body, making the ceiling of drab colors and tasteless symbols irrelevant to her.

She made an effort to pull her body upright, succeeding quickly with that precious blood that had been flowing through her veins for a few minutes. The scenery changed vividly in an instant, assuring her that she was not alone. There were many sitting alongside her, but most did not show signs of life or movement. This place was a hall of death, but after looking for an instant longer she saw just how wrong she was. A few other figures stirred and moved as well, beings of various sizes, races, and equipment. Some were somewhat monstrous, while most had a slim body type. She took a look down at her own static body, noting its shape, size, and barely illuminated color. It was obvious to her that she was very similar in temperament to most present, making her a part of the majority.

The Dark Elf attempted to speak up to greet her supposed compatriots, but all she could manage was a pathetic wheeze. The air here was not pleasant, and though the corpses did not stink the air in the room was lifeless and static. Determined to come into contact with those slowly moving toward the statue, she began to stand up the effort now easier now that her body was back online.

Now standing up right, she took a second to observe the world around her more carefully. Lights came into view a distance away; she could also see and to some degree hear nearby moving water. If that were the case, at least there should be a route to leave this place. 

But she shoved that out of her mind for the moment. Her focus was on the statue itself, so out of place with the world around it. Though the statue fit with the rooms style, it seemed like something that shouldn't be in a room of corpses. Using its light to guide her, she took her first step forward. She was immensely curious as to what was contained under the robe she wore; however, the statue and others seemed far more interesting. By the time she arrived, many of the others were there or had come very close to being there. She examined the statue from its backside more closely, but was frustrated to find that it was featureless. One could tell it was a woman and that this statue once had immense quality; now it only slightly hurt her eyes to look at. She sighed in disappointment, before looking at the many now present around the statue.

...Just how many of them were there?