[b] [u] Isaiah Markul [/u] [/b]

The armored giant looked down from his position on the gate, the occasional arrow clinking off his shoulder as he gazed upon the battle below him, bathed in an unnatural slate light as the sun blazed, an abominable crimson tone. As he felt the fear in his gut, it was clear this was not natural. He was described as unshakeable in his time and they were right; fear was not something he succumbed to easily. As such, it didn't really effect him, but it was there. The defenders however, were VERY affected, and that was what was important.

He thought to earlier, his emergence. Evidently, the stone he was sealed in was used to construct a castle, and when one of the large bricks in the castle exploded a few hours ago, depositing him onto the floor, the guards were more than a little concerned. It's a good thing he was Spiritually bound to the stone, if he was physically inside it he likely would have been chopped up as they carved it, he was bigger than that brick even. Anyway, he was instantly beset by guards, and after a storm of arguing he managed to learn that this castle was under siege. He didn't know where he was, or when he was, but as they didn't kill him on sight he figured that he would help repel the invaders and get this nonsense all sorted out when things were calm. Not that he cared about either side, but it was clear that since he was already in the place it would be far easier to defend than to help conquer the castle and take his chances with the invaders. Especially considering that he didn't feel as strong as I should. 

The defenders being as desperate as they were, they allowed him to assist as long as he would submit to interrogation afterwards (even though he planned to interrogate them). So, here he was, The great Lord Isaiah Markul, the mighty Black Knight, helping defend... somewhere. He looked to his left, an archer clutching his bow, shaking. He placed an armored hand on his shoulder, and spoke. [b]"You feel it too? That dread?"[/b] He said in his deep baritone. He was intimidating, but his tone didn't convey any menace. [b]"The enemy's trickery is strong. But you aren't just any man, you are a soldier. Are you going to let fear rule you, like some wild animal? Are you going to give up, and allow these invaders to run free in your home?"[/b] The archer hesitated for a moment, before a look of determination flashed on his face and he shook his head. The baron lifted his hand, and pointed to the enemy. [b]"Then show them real fear!"[/b] He shouted, as he begun to raise his voice so the other defenders could hear him, bashing his shield with his hand for emphasis. [b]"Strike them down! Beat these vermin back to the pits they congealed from! THIS. GATE. WILL. NOT. FALL!!!"[/b] With a wave of his hand, a loose brick shot out, knocking a ladder back with immense force. 

Markul then caught sight of some odd iron shape being dragged to the gate by some beasts he didn't recognise. As they deposited it, he raised his hand, tossing a boulder down and watching it dent harmlessly off the carapace. It was then he felt the gate... ripple. Vibrations in the ground... He became alarmed (not visibly, thanks helmet) as he had an idea of what was going on. If they didn't deal with it, the gate would in fact fall. He quickly brainstormed a way to take care of it as a devious idea came about. He raised his hand and made a fist, intent on putting his skill to a more creative use. There was likely something in there doing this, and the shell was damn near invincible from the outside, it looked. But, Markul controlled the very ground, ground the shell wouldn't protect from. The cobblestones would be propelled upwards with great force, normally an unfocused attack not worthy of the energy expended to cast it, but with that dome the cobblestones would ricochet with great speed, annihilating anything made of flesh that would be hiding inside. Or at least wounding whatever was in there to uselessness.