[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]Talran's immediate response, upon Egil's collapse, was to run to him, his psyche suddenly occupied with his pain over all others, even more than Mhyrienne's fool act of spellcasting - something Lady Anala rightly called her out on. And dear gods, he seemed to be pained - his ears leaked blood, and his body was only now ceasing to twitch from convulsions. Yet, most queerly, when Talran checked his pulse at his neck, he seemed... well? Or at very least, his heart beat strong, and his face's placidity was not that of impending death, but mere dim unconsciousness. Why would...?

And then something smacked into him, cracking across the back of his skull most painfully. Indeed, even as he felt for damage, his mind seemed to implode upon itself, the pressure in his head reaching fever pitch and forcing him to scream in agony. Shortly, it also forced him to vomit loudly, something he thankfully managed to achieve after crawling away from the other man's body, rather than before.
Something seemed to slip away from him in those moments. He clawed at it mentally, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what he'd just lost. It wasn't like he'd been doing anything dangerous, merely that he was in... what seemed to be a house, with... with, erm...

Where was he? And who were these people? What was going on here? Who... who... he didn't remember himself, even. Had he lost his mind? Surely he'd remember what had happened up to this point if he just thought... no, nothing, nothing came to mind, it was like he'd suddenly appeared kneeling over a puddle of what tasted like acid in his mouth. What was going on?!
And who was that?

[color=deepskyblue]'I'd appreciate your help, friends,'[/color] the other person stated as they clambered out of the hole he'd just been in and walked toward him, clad in armor much like... he was wearing armor, obviously, with a sword and shield, and they seemed to be matched by the gear held by this other person. [color=deepskyblue]'I think Egil's unconscious again, and this time, most of you aren't doing much to begin with.'[/color] Wait a moment, that skin tone... he looked down at his own hands, pale as the other chap's, grabbed a strand of his own blond locks and compared them to the other's hair...

That was him. But... but he was him! He wasn't there, he was here, he... what?!

[color=deepskyblue]'Uh, someone?'[/color] he called, standing up again and raising his weapon toward the apparent imposter. [color=deepskyblue]'Please help! There's a dangerous matter at hand... I think?'[/color]