<strong>Name:</strong>Lord Alan Ardington of Carindel<br/>(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS6bnRlMmSpZbVNCKNJZJoVoaW9kV2Zyhjvi3vpucx_PMQf0uks)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Country Road 923<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, night<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Richard Waldric<br/><br/><br/><br/>“Yeah thanks”  Jonathan said as he fired up his old semi truck, and began to pull out  of the gas station as Floyd waved him off. He shifted gears as he pulled on to Country Road 923, the large cargo trailer hitched up to the semi began to sway ever so slightly n the breeze that pushed against the semi as t sped down the road. The sun was just disappearing over the mountains, and now only his high beams lit up the long dark road.<br/><br/>He had been working as a transporter for 20 years now and this was his most important cargo yet. Apparently, a bunch of Archaeologist had dug up some type of buried dead king in Europe, and were transporting it to a museum in the city. They said discovery of the century, not that Jonathan really understood exactly how a rotted corpse in a sarcophagus could be so important. He did know that they were offering him a bonus to make it there on time without any damages<br/>He took a bite of his doughnut and a sip of his coffee. The silent hum of the engine began to echo through his mind making him tired. He took another drink of coffee while reaching down with his right hand to turn the music on.[TV on the Radio- DLZ] The sound of the base guitar filled the cab, and the man began to sing a in a very hypnotic rhythm. Jonathan was confused on why it wasn’t on the country station where he had always left it. He reached his hand downward and began to spin the dial. The damn thing always jammed, and he couldn’t change the station. The same hypnotic voice sang in the background, as he focused his attention on fixing it. He looked up at the road, and felt the strength of the steering wheel slam him n the face as he pressed as hard as he could on the breaks. The trailer swerved to the left, then to the right. The smell of burning rubber filled the air, and the smoke flamed from the tires. Finally the semi came to a stop and Jonathan, in shock, only could sit there and try to breath. A warm drop of liquid rolled down his temple. He never saw it coming. He tried to think back to what happened to the man in the road that caused him to slam on his breaks. Had he killed someone? The song still hummed melodically in the background.<br/><br/>Jonathan opened the door and stepped out of the semi. His knee hurt to move from when he had slammed it full force into the dash. There in the middle of the dark highway was a body. The ringing in Jonathan’s ears still pained through his head. “Shit” He cursed and ran over to the man on the ground, hoping the man was still alive. Out of breath he bent down to check the man’s pulse. There was nothing. He rushed still dizzy from the trauma back to the cap to reach his radio. He picked up the radio, “There’s been an accident” He yelled through the radio. Suddenly he felt his legs go slack and he collapsed on the ground. His back felt like it was on fire. “Hello?” The woman’s voice said over the radio that dangled from the side of the cab. “Jonathan are you there?” He lay on the ground staring up at the sky. A man walking into his line of sight, his hand covered in blood. It couldn’t be, could it he thought, as he matched eyes with the man who was lying in the middle of the road. Everything faded to black.<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The foul taste of the air filled Ardingtons cracked lungs, breathing, though not necessary, felt like sand paper grinding against itself. It was a pain like no other, but it made him feel awake. His eyes still closed, he felt the pain of light touching his eye lids. Something he had not calculated would be a problem. He opened his mouth and released the dust trapped from within his mouth. His lips cracked and tore as he separated them from each other. He felt his eye’s struggle to open but they seemed to be sealed shut. His body stiff from buildup he tilted his head forward, feeling each bone pop and splinter as he moved. Hs head dangled side to side as t fell slump forward.<br/><br/>“My lord,” a voce said through muffled ears. “It is time”<br/><br/>Ardington not finding use through his vocal chords only let out lungs full of air struggling to let out the word.<br/><br/>“Yeeeesssssss” It had been almost 300 years since the followers of Lord Alan Ardington had sealed him and themselves deep within the mountain of Delaina, in Carindel. After controlling most of the known world he became tired and disappeared along with his followers. He would be nothing but a legend of the past, placed within a sarcophagus to sleep until a new age.<br/>He could hear the whimpers of a man, as his servant placed someone in front of him with a thump.<br/><br/>“You must feed my lord.” said his servant. Ardington felt a shiver down his spine as he breathed in the life energy of another for the first time in 300 years . It warmed him and he felt everything come together as it should be. His arms reached out to touch the face of the man in front of him. Hs fingers curling around the base of the man’s neck. He began to stand to his full height. His back coming in place as he extended it upwards, bringing the man along with him every inch. He opened his eyes and saw the lifeless corpse of the man that was in front of him. The man had been drained of all his energy and now looked almost as if he had aged a 1000 years. The man that was before was now nothing but a mummified corpse. Ardngton stepped out of the sarcophagus and replaced it with the man n his hands.<br/><br/>“Richard” Ardington said “So good to see you” with a smile. Richard dropped to a knee and brought his fist to the center of his chest.<br/><br/>“My lord”<br/><br/>“Arise, my friend” Ardington said with a wave of his hand. Richard stood to his full height of 6’2”. Rchard was a Viking. His long blonde hair was tied into a tail at the back of his head, and had a full beard. His body rippled with muscles.<br/><br/>“My lord, the times have changed, you’re attire is no longer socially acceptable.” He said handing over a pair of clothes. Ardington looked at them curiously and understood what was being said. He stripped out of his robes and tossed them to Richard. The warmth of Ardington’s hands made him feel alive once again. And it felt good. Ardington finished putting on his clothes, and stepped out the back of the trailer as Richard slid the lid to the sarcophagus closed, sealing Jonathan’s body inside.<br/><br/>“Where am I, and why does the air taste so foul?” Ardington asked Richard as he stepped out of the trailer.<br/><br/>“America, my lord, the Humans have killed most of their planet in search for resources.” Richard said fixing his Jacket. Ardington looked around and saw the distant lights of a town. “Shall we introduce ourselves?” He asked rhetorically and started walking towards the lights.