The morning light just cracked the sky as Decessus felt the light fall on his eyes and he opened them suddenly as an elf he did not normally slumber but the injuries that had befallen him as he had defended the Princess.  Princess heck he didn’t even know which one that he had killed the orcs defending, the orcs were besetting her and her maid servant and he had done what any forest ranger should have done and defended them.  Of course he shouldn’t have been quite so noble as to use a sword, no he should have been sensible and stuck with the bow; but he had remembered how the carriage had been torn asunder and orcs loved nothing more than raping elvish maidens.<br/><br/>Groaning as he lifted up his eyes focused on the room that was so completely unfamiliar, he had not remembered when the last time he had been under stone but he was in no state to go forward and meet the world.  Decessus looked around for his clothing and much to his horror could not catch sight of any of it and he moved his hands down to the cover that rested over his naked body and he honestly could not remember getting here.  The fight had been won, he had remembered that .. the princess and the maid servant were safe, he had remembered that too … but then nothing.<br/><br/>Lifting his hand to his head he touched over where the own sharp point covered his silver hair and he winced as he felt the knot just behind his left temple and he realized that would have been the cause of the memory loss.  How odd.  Rubbing his hair behind his ear to show off the point, there was one thing about Decessus, he didn’t care that most of the world hated elves, he was a fight and he was proud of his elven heritage, of course he didn’t have a lick of magic to him.  Which had been a massive disappointment to his mage mother, but she had gotten over it … he thought, not that he had even bothered to contact the matron in over a hundred years.  Afterall, she was much happier with his twin sister .. a chip off the old block and all.<br/><br/>Cold air whipped against him and he looked to the slit, why did anyone in their right mind live under stone?