Chapter Eleven
Imprisoned
Orik slowly opened his eyes, unsure of the events that had just unfolded. In a second it all came rushing back to him: The shade, the necromancer, even the skeleton. Orik cautiously peered around him, confused by his surroundings. He appeared to be in a small stone chamber. It took him a minute t o realize that he was still entrapped in the necromancer's spell, the emerald cube of light. Orik tried to move his arms, but found that they were shackled to the wall behind him, using a metal pair of gauntlets. He lowered his gaze to his feet, which were also similarly encased. Orik tried with all his might to break free of the prison that held him, still feeling the anger toward the necromancer. Orik felt his determination weakening with every attempt to free himself. Orik made a closer inspection of the gauntlets that held him; The well built shackles looked to be constructed from the powerful metal of Runite. Once Orik realized this, all the intent to break them dissolved in a matter of seconds.
"Rorek," he said to himself, "I sorely hope that you are handling things better than I am."
And with a last weary sigh, Orik fell back into the dark depths of unconsciousness.
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