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Edoric jolted awake, something had stirred him from his deathly slumber. He went to take his first breath, only to be met with a lung full of... blood?

After suffocating on his own vomit as he violetnly wriggled like a fish on land, he managed to maneuver himself onto his knees where he could properly clear his lungs. He stared at the pool of red that had formed under him, how his salvia had mixed with the crimson liquid to form blood trails that still hung on his cracked lips like red spider webs.

He could feel his eyes dialting in and out as they got used to being of use once more and slowly brought the man into the persepctive of his world. And boy was it not pretty.

First thing Edoric noticed was the pile of bodies laying before him, all hallowed and emanciated with faces carved of suffering and agony. Edoric wanted to vomit it again, but this time only a thin trickle of blood dribbled out, followed by bitter bile that he forced himself to swallow.

As his breathing increased and his heart began to kickstart itself, he could feel him hands grasping at the cold, hard stone floor to try and pull his legs free from the mount of pained corpses whose outstretched, boney arms begged for Edoric's assistance. Giving in, he pulled his leg free and reflectively kicked one of the arms he thought was still moving towards him; a sickening crunch followed as the marrow and bone broke and toppled over in a way that no arm should, the sinew to weak to hold on to the broken limb. 

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to cry.

He wanted to curl up and bawl empty tears like he was a child again.

But yet, he didn't. He held on to his mind (and probably his sanity) with all dear hope he could muster out, shutting his eyes as to try and end this horrid vision of death and decay as if it was all some bad dream and he'd wake up on a nice comfy bed soon enough.

But there was no bed, for twas no dream.

Twas a nightmare.

[color=gold]O-o-oh ka-ka-kayyy... ju-just ke-e-epppp k-kk-kalm um-umm... e-er-er... E-Edward? N-noe... Eb-Ebadlian? N-n-no...[/color]

Edoric racked his dusty, decripet mind for his own name as the tried to shut out the sights and smells around him, but the stentch of death and rot was overbearing and caused him to gag on his own breath before coming to his name.

[color=gold]E-Ed-Edoric w-w-w-was itttt? Y-yes... T-twas m-my na-nam-me... I-I-I th-thinnnk?[/color]

With his namely firmly in tow, the man began to fill in some of the other holes he had.

He was Edoric of a family name he couldn't recall, a merchant of sorts from Zeal? No, Sith. Nonono, that also wans't right. It was Sikth, ahhh yes, that was the place. He had wandered from place to place to trade and deal in goods... maybe with comrades? Or was he always alone?

Clasping his hands on to his shaking head, the ringing and clinging of chains heralded his hearing back into the world. Slowly, he lowered his hand unto his vision.

[color=gold]Chains?[/color]

Edoric shook them once.

They jangled.

He shook them again.

They danced to a rusted tune.

The chains were real alright, a quick look down revealed that there were more chains around his ankles, or, what used to be chains. It seemed like at some point the links broke away, granting him freedom of access but Edoric couldn't remember why he had chains on him to begin with.

Then soemthind drew his hand to his neck. 

He swallowed hard as his shaky hand traced a long, wicked, gnarly scar on his neck with a horrified finger.

[color=gold]W-w-what the h-hell ha-happened? Wha did I dew-

...

Wh-wha? Th-th-this i-is...?[/color]

Edoric looked up.

His bleached skin went white once more as the image of... of... a thing be burned into his eyes.

It was like a giant, cancerous intestine. Its buldging mass barely contained by the chains, hooks and pipes that pierced it and held it alof. Glowing tumors on its underside seemed to... [i]breath[/i] as if they were alive, a faint howling of some wind through the flayed flesh sounded like it was howling in pain at the many cuts, gashes and laceration all over it. Some of which had spilled... something on to Edoric.

He shivered with fear and disgust as it slide down his back, it was like blood... but ch-chuunkier... and g-g-gl-loopier... and s-s-s-s-slimierrrr... and... mon-mo-mo-m-monstrous...

[i][b]*CRACK*[/b][/i]

Edoric finally broke as his breathing of the dead air filled his undead lungs as his panicked hyperventaliation forced its way past his gag reflex.

Grabbing his head and curling up, rocking back and forth, Edoric screamed.[color=gold][b][i][h2][sub]AAAaaAAHHHAhhhHHhhhAAaaaHhHhhaAaaAAAAAA!!!!!!![/sub][/h2][/i][/b][/color]