Out of one box and into another.

It wasn't so bad though. Slowly she stirred awake as the stasis wore away. What appeared to be a corpse standing quite still soon filled with a deep darkness. That darkness was shortly followed by life as the frame shook while the power took hold. Almost falling over due to how sudden it all was she staggered on her feet to the left, reaching out to catch herself. Her hands hit the wall and she braced herself.

Her eyes were restored, the distant winding yellow orbs impossibly deep within her skull having reformed, their glow now resuming their continued emittance. They cast anemic yellow cones of dim light over the surfaces she looked over. Looking over the cobbled stone walls she stood up to get a better view of her surroundings.

She saw a short cloaked figure working with haste upon the lock on the barred door to this cell she was apparently in. It was a bit confusing considering last she checked she was inside a grey box and was also in several pieces. Looking down she also noticed her armor was gone, not to mention her anchor. She was dressed only in the old sea-worn rags that stuck to her bluish grey skin. Lifting an arm she examined the place that one paladin had cut her arm off at. It was sewn back on rather nicely, it's stitching far tighter and less sloppy to her own. She didn't have a fine eye for stitching but the fact it was so finely woven didn't escape her notice.

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With a heavy kick she booted open the gates on her cell and strode out, standing proud with her head held high. In the middle of the hall she saw three people standing around talking, or at least two people talking and one assuming some sort of awkward position.

"Heeey Theeerre!" She greeted them. Her voice was lofty in pitch giving it a cheerful sound but as a result of the power animating her the sound of her voice seemed to hold a hollow ring to it. It was like the voice was echoing out from a bottomless cavern, easily loud enough to hear with good clarity but with the ringing of distant reverberations. Her words also seemed to be oddly drawn out like echoes themselves.

"How do 'ya dooo?" The sounds of heavy footfalls in the distance drew her attention away for a moment.

"Where are weee?" She asked the short fellow who unlocked her cell, her head cocked to the side with a quizzical arch to her mossy green brow.

"Do yooouu know where my stuff iiis?"