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This place was damned, to be sure. A scream echoed throughout the cavern. Others were shifting among the corpses. Had they all returned to life as well? No...for the moment, it would seem that only a few of the dead that filled this place were rising again. Still, to be reborn with all one's faculties intact, no trace of the wounds that had preceded his death...what powerful necromancy, if indeed that was what it was that had called them back from beyond the grave. Xega glanced around the chamber before the woman answered him. She cleared her throat before she spoke, and spoke calmly. So she did not intend violence with that blade, it seemed. 

"I have no idea where we are...I don’t remember anything like this. I have never even heard of anything like where we stand. As for my name? My name is Syrenia… of Iliandur. Who are you?"

"I am..." He paused. Xega? Was that his name? Why was he unsure? Where was he from? Iliandur? No. He didn't know where that country was, or if indeed it was a country, but he knew he did not come from there, somehow. 

"I am Xega. I am...or perhaps was...a practitioner of the Arcane. I am from..." Finally the word came to him. "Xir. I am Xega of Xir."

Saying it with more emphasis gave him confidence. Yes. He was from a place called Xir, a nation of magi. Iliandur, that was another country, famous for its clerical knights. Perhaps this woman was one of them, judging from her state of dress and the familiarity with which she held the weapon.

“Whoever is there, show thyself! Now!” Another voice rang out, another woman's tone. Xega turned towards the noise with a look of some consternation. Though there were holes in his memory, his personality was very much intact, and he would not be ordered about. 

”Hello?" Another new voice, this one less sure of itself. And another woman. Xega quirked an eyebrow. "I’m coming over! Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you, I promise!”

"'Twould seem we've quite the crowd." he said to Syrenia of Iliandur. The woman who'd spoken last was headed in their direction, and now that Xega had a look at her, she too seemed some sort of warrioress. Her armor had been battered and corroded by time, pieces of it stolen, but Xega felt the coloration strike a chord with him somehow. They were probably the colors of her homeland. This twinge of memory told Xega what he had already begun to suspect. He might be in a new place, but his old memories were very much intact. They were simply...hidden...from him for the moment. He just needed to find something to trigger them, to restore them. Speaking with these people, learning what they knew, would likely help with that. As would finding his staff and foci. He at least knew, deep in his core, what he was; a most prestigious magi. Already he could feel the Arcane Stream again, a sensation that felt like drawing breath for the first time after nearly drowning. He supposed the first breath he had taken upon his revival might have felt like that too, had it not been for the agonizing pain that came with it.

"Miss Syrenia, if you would greet our newcomer," he nodded towards the other woman in armor, "I'll address...the others."

Turning on his heel--his actual heel, as it seemed some grave robber had stolen his boots and now he was barefoot, which made him grimace--he walked around the pile of corpses, giving it a wide berth and covering his nose with his sleeve against the stench. He did his best not to look at it; he did not consider himself weak of mind nor stomach, but such carnage was too much for any sane individual to witness. Soon he came into view of two more freshly risen: a fierce eyed woman, though her stature was not at all unpleasing to his own eye, and a man whose features were almost as delicate as Xega's own. The man was the source of the screaming, as he writhed on the ground. Was he still in the throes of revival, or had he simply been driven to hysterics by the horrors around him?

"I, Xega of Xir, deign to show myself." he said to the woman, placing one hand on his own chest. Then he gestured to her, his eyes narrowing. "Now name thy own self."