I Pushes The Lid Off

Light, bright light. Which entered my eyes, and stuffed my vision with it. I slowly rose, causing those man to move, making a bunch of clinging noises.

It was quite silent. I sit up very confused, and looked around.

I am in a quite lit room, there is a giant ball of light floating in the middle. I am in an elongated room, and am situated at the end of it. There are no decorations on the walls, floors or ceilings.

I then looked to my right.

At the front is two man, the first, obviously different from the rest, wearing a bulky full plate armour, with a fully enclosed helmet with only the sight and air ways, holding a gigantic shield and a double-edged blade. Probably Harald if I am going to guess, no wonder why he sounded so muffled. To his right, is a man that is also slightly different than others, similar to Harald, but with a half plate.

From the information I just sorted out, although I can't figure out what they are exactly, they seemed dwarven. Although, they, are certainly not dwarves, unless dwarven height increased to 2 metres.

The rest of the... squad, are wearing half plates, much less bulky, much more flowy. I wouldn't say human, it is elven, and they holds halberds.

The last anomaly is a lady behind Harald and the other guy, whom I assumed to be the secondary captain.

She is an elf, with the pointy ears, she is wearing a silk dress, seemingly enchanted, poorly enchanted. But.... why is it poorly enchanted? I can't... my head hurts when I think of these... magic related topics.

She is wearing a glove on both hands, probably her casting gloves... She doesn't seemed to be a fighter. Long golden hair... I didn't focus on her too much,. For whatever reason, I seemed to not see her as a threat. Though from my knowledge, mages are always the most problematic. Maybe it has to do with my state?

While I was examining them, they seemed to be focusing on me too.

I did not speak, I want to see what THEY think of ME. I must know my position, am I the feared, or am I the fearing... This seems to be an instinct of mine. As I think of it, I slowly stands up, in elegance, again, seemingly in my veins. Then I proceeds to step out of the tomb, causing them to slightly back off, and another wave of metallic sounds.

I now stand upon the stage which supports my tomb, 5 feet above ground, with some stairs.