Dawning of one Dead

The Black Duke opened his eyes.
He felt comfortable.
He felt enclosed.
He felt around him, and pressed the lid with his considerable strength.
He repositioned and pushed with his inhuman strength.
He turned over and thrusted his back up with all of his unnatural might.

The Black Duke's mind wandered.
Apparantly they had not wanted to slay him. They had him trapped in his coffin.

The days turned to weeks and weeks became months.
The Duke pushed and clawed everyday, progressing very slowly.
Months became years and years became decades.
The Duke thrusted his entire weight about constantly.

Then decades became a century, and after a lifetime the lid gave way.
At last the Duke was free.
Scanning his surroundings, he noticed no change except the metal rods that encircled his steel-plated coffin.

That he would deal with later, first he turned gaseous and acsended the keep's floor. Outside another surprise awaited him.

There reality hit, they had known he could not be contained forever. Just long enough for them to alter the lands.

The entire keep stood on a, very, small island. Large enough just to accomodate it.
Beyond he saw the seas and the waves that were crashing on his doorstep.

It will be impossible for him to traverse a body of running water of this size..