The Ressurection of the Twin Gods... Minus One.

Coldheart rose slowly from his crypt, clutching his sacred blade with which he had been reunited. he scanne around the small area of his tomb to find the man who had placed his sword back in his hands. He found a realatively short young man, no older than 12 most likely, the kid was wearing a red tunic, and he appeared to be holding a spellbook... He imminated an imence chaotic energy ans he stood in his grave, looking at his slowly restoring flesh. To any with a hieghtened sense of smell, he would reek of death.

From behind an old, broken gravemarker of an angel, the young servant girl who had been ordered to keep an eye on the young master, watched in awe as the corpse came back to life. She had been punished the last time she had let the young master get away from her and did not wish to go through it again so she silently followed him. She had not expected to see him do such an amazing but scary thing. To think that the young boy she had been watching over had this much power. Despite the goosebumps that appeared on her skin at the sight of flesh restoring itself, she stayed where she was, her curiousity at what would happen next overriding her common sense.

the boy backed up. "Whoah... The ledgend of our Clan is true. The man with the cold heart of iron shall rise when reunited with his sacred blade. I took alot of trouble getting that sword you know. I had to steal it from father." He slammed his book closed, and the corpse seemed to jolt and shudder before falling back into his grave. There was a short pause, before the fully regenerated man climbed out of his bed of earth, clad in black armor, and wielding his mighty Claymore in a regal fasion. He looked around once more, still bewildered. he could not speak, his vocal coords were not fully regenerated yet.

[Draketh]

There was a pulse of energy, both light and dark, as space distorted and a man wearing white robes with hints of red and silver appeared. Golden glowing eyes observed, bemused gold eyes, faintly elongated scanned over each form. “Hum, I was wondering what that surge was.”

the silent man turned his head towards the energy spike. He rose, his long ice blue hair flowing. He shoved the boy, the young lord Denrick, aside and leapt ontop of his crypt to get a better view of the newcomer....
D: "Hey, what's he doing?"

Without thinking Sasha rushed to Lord Denrick's side and asked worriedly, "Are you alright Lord Denrick?" After she said this, she realized that she had just revealed herself and bowed her head, waiting for the punishment for following him without his knowledge. Her employers, his parents, did not appreciate not knowing and she wasn't sure if their son felt the same way.

Coldheart now spoke in a raspy voice.
C: "Who... I was... De..ad...?"
Denrick' mouth was agape. "Sasha!? Argh!! " He knew he shouldn't use fowl language but it started to flow out of his mouth anyways. and when he was done cursing about his parents, he noticed that Coldheart was speaking.
C: "You.. You look like one of thiers. One of the clan that is my enemy. Do you htink this is some sick joke? You've drawn a demon's attention."

[Draketh]

“Half-demon.” Stated Kin as he grinned bemused “And you shouldn’t be so upset with him, he did just grant you your life back.”

Sasha listened quietly to the interaction between the just risen corpse and those around her. She dared not make a sound, afraid that it would draw unwanted attention to her but her curiousity was gnawing her to the bone. Softly she asked who she deemed the safest person to talk to, and the only one she was familiar with, "Lord Denrick... what is happening?"

"I think I just awakened the Elven Diety that our clan elders told us about... Coldheart... He took the sacred sword, our most prized possesion, and when he died, it was deemed that only that sword could bring him back to life, along with the reading of a curse that kept him dead, backwards. I shouldn't have taken the sword... We're going to get cought up in a battle, I think."

C: "You clan persecuted my people... I have nothing against you, just your leaders who are by now long dead." Coldheart's skin looked like ice in the moonlight, because of how pale it was.