[center][h2][color=orange] Nimue Pendragon [/color][/h2][/center]

As Morgan embraced her so suddenly and outright, the fey-blooded wizard at first could only blink in sheer surprise. It has been....heavens, thousand of years perhaps since he had been alive. At least, that was as much as she could guess after the things that had happened thus far. 

She had woken up, sitting against a cherry tree, and a lot of people had been staring at her as if they had seen a ghost. Perhaps she was one, because as she remembered things...albeit mostly fuzzily at the end...having died in her home in the small village she had retired to very long ago. She had died, removing the spell that had kept her alive for 175 years by her calculations. And yet she was not in that home now, this was surely no the afterlife, and she was not dead at that. More so, the blasted tree she had been leaning against began [b]talking[/b] to her of all things, asking if she was all right and if she felt odd at all. As if such a thing was normal by any stretch of the imagination. Yet, at the same time she felt a familiarity with the talking plant. She could feel the potent magical energies flowing through it, as if it had been enriched with magic for millennia at that. 

Then one person had shouted about someone napping against the tree. Another had shouted back about her being some kind of "legendary hero" who had returned. Even as she has slowly regained her wits and her senses, the people in this seemingly vibrant town square around the tree began to argue and shout. It was all...so confusing, to be frank about the matter. Words like "wizard" and "crook" being thrown about, through the tree had been helpful enough to lift her back onto her feet in the course of things. Really, it was the firs thing that seemed trustworthy, though eventually by the time she had regained herself completely it had been too late to really ask anything or speak a word. Two armed guard had stomped in, silencing the crowd and seizing her away from the tree....despite its protests. 

Could a tree protest too much? Not that it appreciated having to be shrugged off while trying to pull her back towards it. 

The guards had then roughly told Nimue she was breaking a commandment of the queen of Vraweth. Vraweth? Had another nation taken over Camelot over the years, perhaps? Or had the nation come from it? History had always been such a subject to try to understand, one kingdom and place overtaking another as time went on. And right now she was still very confused about thing, but making educated guesses about it all at the very least. 

But she had simply gone along with things, not resisting the guards as they rather forcefully and somewhat brutishly escorted her quite a ways. It was a familiar direction to her, but for a bit she could not pin it really. However, eventually they came upon a castle, a great citadel that sat with a familiar glory as compared to Camelot of old. Through the front gate she had been led, past guard and people who looked upon her strangely or with a look of disgust, before finally entering what seemed to be the throne room. And then...well, this had happened. She had seen the familiar glow of Excalibur, the redheaded figure that she thought would never be seen alive again, and the familiar glow of a certain throne the queen sat upon. 

[color=orange]"M-Morgan...by the gods....i.......what..... i think by some providence someone has brought us back to life,"[/color] the fey-blooded wizard exclaimed, Nimue blushing for a moment and stuttering with her continued surprise, before slowly beginning to get her wits about her again, her mind beginning to once more process the things she had seen and such, though her eyes stayed locked into the lovely green of Morgan's own eyes, [color=orange]"But...how long has it been? By Vis, i have missed you though. It was so many years after you died until i...finally met my own end."[/color]

What in the name of the Pendragon family was going on in this place?!

However, somewhere far away, deep in a cave located away from the habitation of humans...something began to stir. And by stir, it was more like a great, black colored dragon arising from underneath a pile of gold and jewels and valuable things that had been stored here for millenaia. Heavens, it had been a long time since he had awoken, but right now he had begun to arise, to stretch his great and monstrously sized head, to stretch his great limbs and terrible claws....for a good reason. 

[color=lightgreen]"Damned whatever deities or whoever else the hell just did that,"[/color] the dragon muttered to himself, his booming and tremendous voice echoing in the cavern, [color=lightgreen]"Well, whatever happened someone or something just brought my master to life....probably. Bloody hell, i thought i was done with this stuff....but i had better go see what in hells Nimue had managed to get into this time. Though i better not have to kill another group of bandits after this...but if its a necromancer i'll have a few choice [i]flames[/i] for them as well for disrupting me like this..."[/color]

Not appearing very happy, though with a flicker of concern behind his vivid and frightening eyes, the great dragon known as Aldebrecht began to lumber his way to the entrance of his domain. As terrible as he also sounded, however, the concern for what had just happened when his mental link with his supposedly-dead master from 12,000 years ago had simply been awoken again out of nowhere.....well, spoke for itself. Not that his attempt to go investigate would prove fruitful in a little while when he would get close to his destination...

[@Lyla]