The hiss of the casket opening was a welcome sound. Even in stasis he had heard voices in the distance, cold and profound in their message of a long since forgotten language. It bothered him greatly that he could not kill for them, that usually would silence them for a while. But his sudden lust for violence was in turn silenced. The reassuring presense of the sorcerer calmed his mind. Some said that you could only trust them as far as you could throw them, but those were worries for those who craved the same thing as those blessed by the Ruinous powers. To Arkhan there was servitude and survival, nothing more.<br/><br/>Taking a staggering step forward, he settled on the gridded floor, flexing his muscle to return some semblence of feeling in them. The veins underneath his skin was black with thick blood that barely pumped through him, his muscles moving around slowly like thick anchor cables working to get the colossus moving. Even for space marines he was a large fellow which had earned him some ire in his old unit. His unordinary size hadn't earned him much of the others agility in their boarding actions, but he had soaked blasts that had left others crippled and dying without flinching. No wonder the Great Father had come to his aid back then.<br/><br/>"I was captured... and promised a trial." he said out loud with a low, cracked voice, resounding with some sort of corruption emanating from his lungs "Yet here I am, free at last."<br/><br/>His milky eyes darted from corner to corner, looking for some weapon of sort. Anything would do, really. Being content, he then turned to the sorcerer.<br/><br/>"I am Arkhan, once dead but brought back by our Great Father. Who might you be, brother?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Wargtass rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment: Awareness<br/>Result: 34,<br/>Total: 34<br/><br/>Success +0</div></div>