A few hours later, the statue would begin to shake, and then crack. The warrior was being brought back to life, and with one sudden spasm, he broke free altogether, his sword already drawn and held in his hand, the chains attaching his arm to the coffin rattling menacingly.
He dropped into a fight stance almost instantly as he assessed his situation. Weakened, tired, and surrounded by orcs. All of the Master's fighting force were around the potentially dangerous man, making sure he did not go berserk and tried to kill their leader.
"Stop!" The Master said, holding his hand up. He looked at the warrior and bowed. "I am the Master of the Northern Orcs. I freed you from your stone imprisonment. I wish for your help against a camp of local humans who are kidnapping and enslaving the local Nymphs. Will you help me in as thanks for your freedom?"
The man stood silently, looking at the large orc without a shred of fear or intimidation. "I will do this, if what you have said is true. But one thing before that. The Dark Nymphs, they who captured me, what has become of them?" His eyes began to sweep the camp them, looking over it, resting his eyes on the carriage.
"Slaughtered. They refused to free you and I slaughtered them for it. The last of them did free you, but was too badly injured to live, so I euthanize her. Do you have any other questions? Any needs? I hope your imprisonment did not hamper your legendary skills, my friend," the Orc said, trying to sound fair and kind.
"Do not," The warrior said sharply. "call me friend. I owe you a debt of gratitude, one I will now repay. Repay, in an instant." He then pulled the coffin to his side, moving it as though it weighed nothing at all. "In which direction are the human you wish dead?" HE asked, lifting the large casket up and grabbing hold of one of its doors.
"Of course. Apologies." The Master would then point him in the right direction and add. "There are innocents in the camp. You will not harm them, yes?"
"Sacrifices must be made." The man said as he aimed the coffin in the indicated direction and tore it open. It was as though hell was pouring out, leaving a blasted line of tormented death through the forest as the hellish way made its way towards the camp.
"What?!" The Master yelled, nearly walking to the man, but controlling himself. "One of my lovers is there! You can't just kill them with the rest! They're innocent lives!"
The man slammed the coffin shut and frowned. "You have one hour, one hour to go in and get the ones you dont want in there out. Then I will unleash this once more, and that will be the end of it." the ultimatum wasnt much of a choice, but The Master would have to act fast if he wanted to save Tal.
The Master actually felt fear for his life before the man. Much more than he ever had in his role as the Master. Compared to the Dark Nymphs from earlier, they were mice compared to this being. He looked at his Shaman and asked if they could get a message to Tal to tell him to prepare for an escape, and he quickly began to prepare his troops for a quick and quiet mission to save the young boy.