[center][h1][color=000000][b]Percival[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]

Sputtering and coughing the dashing young man came, as he rolled away from the pool of blood with fear in his eyes although he soon wore a completely different expression all together that was one of bewilderment as he stared down at himself fully expecting to be lying on the cold stone in the nude and covered in blood. However there was no trace of the crimson substance on his skin and he was wearing a set of comfortable clothes that felt oddly familiar to him while it hugged his lean frame, suspicion arose however as he felt his pockets and his fingers felt something in the folds of his cloak.

The man wrapped his fingers around the vellum of the object, gingerly procuring a scroll of some sort that was rolled up with a little string. [color=000000][i]'How odd...'[/i][/color] the man thought to himself as he carefully untied the string [color=000000][i]'I wasn't wearing clothing before? Was I dreaming?'[/i][/color] the man unrolling the scroll instantly had his eyes widen at what he saw on the vellum scroll that was in fact a map of some kind.

It was slowly filling with what seemed to be the chamber in which he had awoken within, the map was drawing the exact layout of the room in black ink from nowhere and all the dashing young man could manage was a choked squeak at the sheer insanity of what he was looking at, only he felt his unmentionables climb up into his body at the moment he noticed a few others were lying in the chamber alongside him.