Leave of course, you got to breath some fresh air.

//so I am kinda sorry for what you are about to witness but I had to do it, so just sit back and enjoy the terrible show

Both of you, your **** in her black armor and you her master a shadowimage of a human, or at least that’s what she tells you, approach the great door that sealed you in this prison of yours. With a strong grip Rachel opens the door. You can't be certain but after killing her friends she seemed to be relieved a bit, as well as stronger. You have to ask her about that sometime, but right now more important is for you to see the land around your involuntary home. Following her outside you find yourself atop a hill. The hill overlooks a hilly area, with dark brown grass. Of trees you only see burnt stumps. Around the castle there are bones sticking up out of the ground. Banners of humans, elves, gnomes and other creatures - you even see some orcish sigils - are flapping in the chilly wind that’s coming in from the sea that is barely visible in the south and in the east (well the wind is only coming from one side, I am not as stupid as I look) and old weapons are scattered around the area. In the distance on a hill over you see another keep, burnt as the area around it. You see the remains of small hovels and can even see some people going about their lives in some of them.

You take a deep breath and look up into the sky. You see the sun, and immediately you hate it. Something flows through you and you hear a terrible booming voice inside your head, from the looks on your slaves face you know she hears it too "One of my children has returned to finish what should have been and never was allowed to happen" You look around to see who is talking to you "I am not with you, not in my real form, my child, I am watching you" the voice continues as if you it exactly knew what you were thinking. "Don't try to understand everything, the patch, I mean the spell is still weaving through your mind" You just so manage to get your own message out so strong is the presence in your mind "Who are you?" You wait anxiously for the voice to respond "I am Ragokalaran, the corrupter of worlds, I was once a god, until they fired, erm I mean until the other gods banished me"

(Wait a second, whats going on here, what - "Shut the fuck up narrator, you are not allowed to talk right now" - what words are you using, what, oh wait, you can hear me? - "Of course imbicile, I am a God remember, so now shut the fuck up and let me do my evil monologue to this useless thing here so I can set him on a journey to set me and my hordes free and enslave all men and women and use them as fucktoys" - oh, so thats where all this is going, count me in I love a good fuck - "I said SHUT THE FUCK UP, or i mod you out of the game, seriously, can't you shut up for one second" - okay, okay do your thing, cheesus)

Both you and your **** look silently at eachother while you wait for the voice to return. You heard it say something like "shut" but then it was gone. With the same feeling as before, a feeling of wrongness like that the creature you are talking to should never be able to talk to you fills you "It took me forever to find a way through their firewalls, I mean through their prisonwalls around my imprisonment, but I managed it, you are the only one of the shades to reach sentience, find a way to open a portal back into our dimension and let our legions come through, don't dissapoint me" With these words the pressence dissapears. Both you and your **** fall to your knees exhausted. Your entire Manapool is gone and depleted as well. Whatever talked to you must have used a lot of energy to do so. (So does that mean I can talk again now? Yeha, let's go enslave, kill and fuck a few humans, well not in that order obviously), but more or less it is your descision, do you want to live a kinda peacefull life and enslave just enough humans for yourself, do you want to roam the world with your **** and fullfill quests or do you want to help (that hacker) god and support the ressuraction of your race. (choose wisely, because if you say deal on the wrong briefcase you will maybe get no money, oh sorry wrong game - oh it's so sweet being able to talk again) Also you should choose quickly. Out of a camp at the base of the hill three soldiers approach.

//sorry not sorry for that terrible display