Awakenings...
How long have you been trapped in torpor? Your body aches as it rejuvenates itself on the blood you have received. How long...
Your eyes burn as you open them. You try to blink away the pain from the blazing torches. You rub your fingertips over your eyelids as you squeeze them shut one last time. You open your eyes and raise your head up; a blurry figure stands above you, backlit by the torches, blacking out the features, leaving only a silhouette.
"It has been a very long time, grandsire," the voice says in a soft female voice, "The werewolf's descendents have forgotten about you and we felt it was time to release you."
The figure moves toward you until it is clear that the figure belong to a woman, she drops down to one knee and her features become visible. Her complexion is dark and a serpentine tattoo creeps along her exposed cleavage.
"Nesmeterpanakhet, a lot has changed. We are afraid the world is not much as you remember," she says.
You look up, deep into her eyes feeling anger still boiling within you, "How long?" You grab her arm violently, squeezing tightly. You can see the pain shoot across her face. "How long!" You say forcefully in a quiet tone.
"Two thousand years, grandsire. Give or take," she says as she cringes in anticipation of an anger-filled outburst.
"Two thousand years! Why was I not released until now?" you scream as you spring up to your feet and throw her backwards across the room. She smashes backwards into an urn, crushing it and falling to the ground. You turn around, lost deep in thoughts of anger and revenge, not caring what her explanation was. You begin to rip the tatters of bandages wrapped around your body off and begin to rampage about, destroying artifacts. Something you half heard her say caught your attention.
"What did you say?" you ask.
"We have a small sum of money and living quarters ready for you, grandsire," she says as she dusts herself off, "But first, there is much I should tell you, and then you can get revenge on the werewolves, and help us resurrect Set."
You turn your back to her taking in the information she was saying. Resurrect Set, what could she mean...
You say over your shoulder to her, "Very well, let's go. I have a lot of catching up to do."