[center]Zakhul
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Pain.  Zakhul could feel a sharp pain in his left abdomen.  His mind was surprised at this strange feeling, he hasn't felt this since he was last awake.  Zakhul tried to ignore the pain before he came to a realization.

He was awake.

Light blinded Zakhul as he opened his eyes.  Quickly closing his eyes he brought his hands up to cover his eyes.  He could hear his shoulders and elbows crack in stress after being dormant for so long.  Before he could cause himself anymore pain he stopped moving.  Prepared this time he slowly moved his hands away and opened his eyes slightly.  He gradually opened his eyes more and more until they became accustomed to the light.

Once Zakhul could see he looked around at his surroundings.  He was in the master bedroom of the fortress he had claimed as his own.  Looking upwards he could see that the roof had collapsed.  Looking down at the area of pain he could see that some of the rubble had landed directly on him.  Grimacing in pain he tried to wiggle out from under the rubble.  Unable to move, all he accomplished was shifting more rubble onto himself.  Grunting at the impact he put his hands up to the rocks and tested their weight.  They were heavy, but not too much so for him.  Zakhul began applying force, gradually increasing so he wouldn't shock his new awakened muscles.  A deep groaning sound could be heard as the rubble began to rise inch by inch.  Once he got the rubble high enough, Zakhul pushed off with his hands sliding away from the rubble as it came crashing back into the ground.

Now able to move his legs he slowly came to his feet.  The blood began to rush back to his feet and feeling returned to him.  Wiggling his toes Zakhul felt a sense of relief that everything seemed to be working correctly.  Walking unsteadily to a window Zakhul looked out into the surrounding wilderness.  Nothing seemed to out of place except for the smoke rising in the distance.  From the look of things it was a fairly productive village a few leagues away.  Cracking his neck Zakhul began thinking about his next course of action.  Coming to a decision he took a deep breath then stepped out of the window falling to the ground.  Landing heavily he heard his knees crack from the unexpected stress.

Zakhul began to walk towards the area where he had seen the village was at.  While walking he began to layer an extensive web of illusion spell around himself.  Causing himself to be more human.  He became a bit smaller and much less fierce looking.  Finally he cast a simple spell to change his eye color, shifting the blood red into a calm blue.  As he neared the village he suddenly remembered he hasn't spoken in centuries.  Unsure of his speaking ability he began to sound out syllables and remember words.  As he came upon the edge of the village he stooped for a minute to watch.  The people seemed to speak a slightly different version of the language he was.  As he watched he noticed a building where many of the townsfolk seemed to congregate at.  There was a loud ruckus coming from the building and the people leaving seem to be delirious.

Zakhul set out towards the building hoping to find some answers.  Striding confidently through the doors he searched for someone who seemed like they might know something.  Seeing a man serving drinks, Zakhul headed over to him.  Coming up to the bartender Zakhul paused for a second while formulating his words then spoke.

[color=39b54a]“Hello, I seem to have gotten lost.  Could you perhaps tell me where I am?”
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