[hider=The Bearded One]
I don't usually drink. I've seen what strong drink can do to a man; don't have much cause to go down that road meself. This was a special occasion though! Just closed the biggest deal of my life. Three percent on a salvage of Jrajar weaponry would pay my expenses for three years... so yeah, I went down to the pub to celebrate. I had a few, sure, but not that much; certainly not enough to go on some bender and hole myself up in a... a freezer? Anyway, I had a few, danced with a couple of girls, then headed back to my room pleasantly buzzed.

And now I'm here. Cold, wet, my good eye freezing its socket and the other one feeling like a pickled red hot grape. Really should have gotten that heating element for my cybernetic when it came out. Oh, and my head! Times like this, wish I had a god to swear by. Either someone slipped something into my drinks or I underestimated my limit by a hell of a lot.

Where was I? Oh, right- cold, wet, hung over, face down in who knows where with something sticky on my forehead, and something smells like death. But hey, it's not as bad as it could be- I've still got all my clothes, the uncomfortable lump in my breast pocket tells me that I've got my palm stunner, I'm not tied to a chair with men asking questions, and no lousy scavenger is cutting off a finger to steal my wedding band- definitely not the worst way I've woken up.

O-kay, up we get- roll over, force through the headache and sit up brush off the... the snow? I blearily open my eyes and get a face full of whiteout. Damn, no wonder it's so cold. Look over to where I'd been lying and see a body. Not sure of what, some kind of xeno. I reach up and wipe my face to find a smear of someone else's blood. I can tell it's not mine- mine's never been green.

Standing is a struggle. I must've been sleeping in that cold for a while, 'cause everything's numb. My limbs are shaking as I finally right myself and look out over the snow. On one side the snow drops away, bits of rock jutting through the whiteness to show a mountainside and tundra beyond, on the other is... carnage. Something like six dozen bodies scattered in the cold- some frozen, and others burning in some odd looking fires. I have to close my eyes and catch my breath a moment, calm myself. I reach down and touch my meds, but resist the urge to just pop one then and there. I've got no idea where I am, and I might not be able to get a refill anytime soon. Besides, I don't like to rely on them too much.

When I finally look again, I see how different they all are; all different species and differently dressed- one of them, a big fella only a few feet away, hasn't even got any eyes- this wasn't a battlefield. Maybe a brawl, but with the location I'd doubt it. Could be some blood sport though; gather up a bunch of ne'er do wells and force 'em to fight each other. Looking past the bodies, I see a great big castle sitting high and brooding in what seems to be the epicentre of the destruction. My gut says it's bad news, but you can't always follow your gut. The castle's the only shelter around, and it's cold as balls, so it seems like my only real option. Besides, zooming in, I can see some movement over there, and trying my luck with the living in a building seems a hell of a lot more comfortable than sitting in amongst the dead on a cold mountaintop until I freeze my bollocks off and join them.
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[hider=Lucius Cypher:]
[b]"Ow."[/b]

Said by Karnage when he started to come to his senses. He rubbed his face, and noticed immediately that he was in his base form. Which meant a lot of thing. Exploring his face, he noticed he lacked many features, the most important being his eyes. Sure enough when he "Looked" up, he couldn't see anything. [b]"Curses!"[/b]

Karnage couldn't let this set back keep him here however. He remembered exploring the Inferno and stumbling onto a portal. Like most portals he had a healthy about of caution going in, since he had no idea what was beyond it. He never expected to be reverted back to his base form however. At least he still had his arms. Testing out his abilities, Karnage tried to summon some demons. But nothing. Not even his familiar. He felt no demonic presence near by either, or perhaps even his magic have been dulled since coming here. He dare not risk his health by casting any more spells then that; he wasn't sure if the rules of magic in this realm was different than Tiien, but he did not want to risk Blood Sickness if it was the same.

Spending a few minutes to gather his senses, Karnage decided what he needed to do was get out of here... Wherever that was. Searching around on his body, he didn't feel his backpack or weapons. So he was practically defenseless as well. [b]"Reminds me of my first stint in the Ravine... I wonder if this is the same place?"[/b] Carefully Karnage moved forward. He had to focus his senses on his surroundings, else he might just end up walking off a cliff and to his death. Namely, his hear picked up breathing; light and steady. Someone was alive. Hopefully someone who'd help him and not kill him.

[b]"You... You there. Where am I? Who are you?"[/b]
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[hider=The Bearded One]I don't mind telling you that I started a bit when the eyeless xeno stood up and talked. I turned on him, drawing and activating my stunner in one swift movement, but a little red light stayed my hand from firing- I glance down at the little display and sigh, lowering the device. I should have had a hundred shots, had I remembered to charge the damn thing... ah well, it wouldn't have been polite to knock him down just for startling me. Besides, if it hadn't worked then from his size and build I figure he'd have given me a right thrashing, especially since I got a feeling that he was faster than he looked.

I relax my stance, snow crunching under me as I roll back off the balls of my feet. I snap off a standard Legion greeting-rank, name, species and homeworld- helps people avoid insulting each other by accident. "Sergeant Johnathan Fitzgerald of Legion Reconnaissance and Requisitions, human, originally of Enki. Can't say I know where we are; just woke up myself, with no memory of coming here." A little untruth- not a lie, persay- just leaving out the fact that I had stopped being a sergeant some years ago. The Legion usually had some pull, nameless smugglers and information brokers did not. I crack out the trademark grin "May have been the drink though. Was hoping to ask [i]you[/i] where we are... well, when I noticed you were alive anyway."
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[hider=Lucius Cypher:]
Giving a sharp snort, Karnage turned away from the man hence forth known as Fitz. [b]"Hmph. Tyrael Marchrosias."[/b] Karnage was starting to get feeling back in his body, but something was wrong... He felt weaker than before. He wasn't sure how he was measuring his strength, but he just felt sapped of energy. He hoped that it was simply nausea due to arriving to this strange new world, but he felt that this weakness was going to be permanent, or at least long lasting. He needed to get out of here. He tried to shoot his arms upwards, creating the ever familiar whip fist. But nothing. [b]"Hmm..."[/b]

Karnage continued to try to preform other techniques and attacks, but nothing. Even his magic was stripped down to novice level. A sad sigh escaped Karnage's mouth as he realized that he had essentially become powerless. [b]"Well... Seems like we both are stuck here. As you can see, I cannot. I hear the winds blowing through here, so there must be an entrance. Tell me, human, do you see an axe or weapon laying around here? I came with possessions, but now I am without."[/b][/hider]