The Lion Is Reborn

Where am I. Who am I. I check my position. I see a blank camber, there is nothing here. Then I see them, brown hooded figurs no higher than my knee. There untranslateable jabbering fills my head. I stand. I look at the blank slab of stone I have just been ling on. Then I notice an inscription on the side:

LION EL'JONSON

My name, I know now it is my name. I look down to see flowing robes with elegant figurs of angels enbroudered on them, some holding sords some bering syths. Under these robes I can see an omenus green armor. The vambrace is decorated with winged sords, my chest had an ornate golden dubble headed egel forged into it. Along my belt is hung an asortment of grenades and a veriety of wepon holsters, however most are empty. I inspect the walls, serching for a way to excape. I find it, set snugly into the rock. There is a panle set in the center with a shape much like a hand molded into it. I press my hand into the indent. Nothing happens. I remove my hand and inspect the pa