Waylorn Wyvernsbane didn't so much stir as he did try to stir. For several moments the middle-aged man just lay there on his crystal bed trying to wrap his mind on where and who he was and even that knowledge evaded him. He narrowed it down to Huma Dragonsbane and Waylorn Wyvernsbane. Whichever man he was, he was a reknowned hero and that would do. He secretly hoped that he was the former. Hope and dreams weren't going to help him figure out where he was or why he felt as he had been asleep for several millenia however.
Slowly, and with great effort, Waylorn forced his unwilling eyes to open. Why does it feel as if my eyes are covered in tree sap?
Putting that thought out of his mind, Waylorn rolled to a sitting position, or rather tried. The result was that he rolled directly off of his crystal bier and onto the floor with rather loud and painful sounding 'thud'.
"Ooff! Dragon balls! Now I remember who I am. Waylorn Wyvernsbane. You'd think the elves would've given me a feather bed to lie on, but no...And who sleeps like that," he grumbled rather loudly to himself. "A real man needs to spread out."
With an audible crack, Waylorn craned his neck up and saw a skinny, youngish looking man with strangely colored eyes. "Well, you gonna stand there gauping all day or help me up? My joints are more than a little stiff. Oh, and I don't think Colbert would snap at you, but better not chance it," he added, wiggling a toe at the massive bear. You wouldn't be much of a meal for him anyway.
"He's known to be cranky."
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"And that blockhead Rukin.. he might not be much of a thinker, but he can kill things well I suppose..." Argent: Cleric of Silver Master. ICRP Key of Destiny.
"Well I'll be a pickled dog-turd," Rukin grunted.