OOC:Err....fine...here goes nuffin..
IC:
H.Q. That's what it was called before Deunan's breakout of anger.. but now there's nothing left but a colossal pile of rocks, and not the slightest of sounds. It had seemed that it was hopeless for the Resistance. There leader, gone, now in eternal D' ation, why Hell you may ask? Why else? He killed people, people who once had lives, families, and other loved ones.. he was cursed by war, and is now a victim of it...or so was thought by his fellow members...
Covered by a number of rocks laid an apparently dead Deunan. No, he was not dead, he still laid there, fully existant. Deunan suddenly regained control over his thoughts. "What the?!?!" thought Deunan. "I'm....alive.....but how?" thought Deunan. His eyes opened only to be blinded by a flash of light. Though his body was battered he could feel every part of his body. As if they all held a link to his mind.. He had lost his sensation of pain as ancient scriptures began to cover his body. Deunan felt many feelings. There was anguish, anger, and somehow...love..he only did as he did to protect his "friends" from the Aggron, as he would do for anyone he cared for.. His body rose from the ground. Rocks falling off of him. He was suspended in mid-air, healing. As the scriptures began to fade from his body he was allowed to stand on the ground. "How..did I do that..?" said Deunan, he paused to think. "The amulet!" exclaimed Deunan. "Where is it?!" said Deunan looking to find it. He found nothing, and stopped his search to rest. "What is going on here?! And what happened to the others?" said Deunan , still frozen in a state of consternation.