[i]Life[/i].

He wasn't sure what sort of state he was awakening from, but Augustus imagined it must be what death felt like. Simply... emptiness, like sleep that had no prayer of a dream. The cold stone below him was uncomfortable, but at the very least it meant he was alive. Carefully he picked himself up, noting his personal tome of magic was in his possession, and listened as the others who were gathered made introductions. It was a bizarre situation, he didn't recognize any of those who were gathered, and none of them seemed to know how exactly they came to be here. At least, if the cold warrior was to be believed.

He thought back to his studies. Surely it was some sort of magic that had brought them all together, several gathered were lords, if they were to be believed, including himself. He had practically been king, no mere kidnapper could have penetrated the mages and royal guard of the palace. However, nothing about this place, or their circumstances, triggered any memories from his teachings. Assuming they all survived long enough to do so, he would have to study this place and learn what he could. Perhaps his kingdom could put this structure to use.

[i][color=ff4000]Ulrich.[/color][/i]

If it [i]was[/i] magic that brought them all here, then that man was the likely culprit. His garb was unfamiliar, but still unmistakable as a practitioner of magic. Plus, a mercenary, as he proclaimed himself to be, would have quite the monetary motivation to capture men and women of high status. It was odd that he would intermingle with the group, but it could easily be a ploy to catch them off guard. The danger in this situation was clear, and he considered the cold warrior's judgement sound. Friendliness, however, would get one farther in strange company than being a stone.

"[color=ff4000]Edmund. Third son of Margrave Albrecht, magician by trade and noble by birth. I cannot say whether we're in my father's lands or not, I have about as much memory as the cold one here. A pleasure to meet you all regardless, at least considering the fact we're being introduced with words and not swords.[/color]"

It was a calculated lie, Margrave Albrecht did indeed have a third son who was said to be talented in magic. He [i]doubted[/i] that any of the people here had met the man. He would have preferred hiding his nobility altogether but that was be next to impossible, the mannerisms were hammered into him from birth, and his attire wasn't the least showy of those gathered.