Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-26443603-20140615183707

Urgh.

Darthas felt cold metal prongs on his face.

Where...?

He attempted to move but seemed to be restrained. A flash of electricity glowed directly in front of himand illuminated the room and he was face to face with a dwarven spider. Darthas expected it to lash out, but it seemed to be freeing his arm. Arm... Where was his right arm?! The spider had freed him and he immediately ran from the machine and the many others near. After running for what seemed like hours, he found a small room with a bed. He quickly locked the door. Right,so he didn't have an arm. Why? He sat and tried to remember. He seemed safe. Until another spider came from under the bed holding what looked like an arm. It didn't seem hostile so Darthas didn't move. It slowly climbed onto the bed and placed the arm next to Darthas' side. The arm started to move. It latched onto him faster than he could react. He tried tearing it off.

Wait!

Was that the Spider? The Spider talks. Great.

Lord Darthas, you have awoken. Welcome.

"H-hello?" Darthas attempted to talk to the spider.

'My Lord. You must hurry. The time has come.'

The ground under him shook and rose until he was inside one of the great dwarven lifts.