Zidourn looked down at the chains binding his hands. The fires of hell licking at him through the doorway of his "home ". His massive form of 7' 2" looked down to the muscles that tensed on his body. His long sky blue hair flowed down over his alabaster skin. The ancient runes glowed like embers from his neck to fill his entire torso and consuming his left arm. The black wings hung down in sadness as he could not fly while bound. He turned to his armor and swords of his free days. The crimson eyes never breaking as the spitted pupils ruined as he remembered his life then. Suddenly the spirit of death appeared and laughed.<br/><br/>"Zidourn Rememberance....You freedom has come. But at a hefty price." Death laughed as he snapdragon forcing Zidourn to his knees. The red runes fading to black. All but the ones on his neck and the one closest to his left hand.<br/><br/>"What have you done to me?" Zidourn yelled.<br/><br/>"I have taken your powers. Only you swordskills, posion immunity and the little trick to exhale it remains. Earn the rest. Oh and refund your weapons and armor. Your enemies will appear in three years time. I'd hurry."<br/><br/>Suddenly Zidourn was cast out and felt himself falling. He went to fly and demised his wings were no more. Until he got his runes his sign of being an entity was removed. He felt his body slam into the ground. He winced and reposed he couldn't move. For the first time in his long life be was in pain and needed healing. Even worse he didn't recognize his new time...how long had he been bound in hell's gates?<br/><br/>He looked around slowly with his red eyes ans weakly called out "Hello..can anyone help me?"