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Al

As he staggered on into the woods, slowly making his way through, the environment seemed to behave rather oddly. At first it was strangely cold, giving his breath a bit of mist as he trucked on. As he continued the land changed, starting to get warmer and warmer as he progressed. Soon both temperatures met in equilibrium and he emerged to the sight of an old battlefield, grand in it's scale.

To the left of him was a barren tundra littered with spires of ice. On the right were the volcanic fields of ash dotted with composite metal towers. In the center these two elements seemed to have collided some time ago, the results appearing to be what remains of a draw as neither side seemed to had overtaken the other.


Al looked at this scene with some trepidation. It certainly looked as though a fair amount of magic was at work given just how thoroughly sculpted this strange duality was. The center was a grey and barren land, neither hot nor cold as it laid unclaimed by either force. Perhaps against his better judgement he continued down this grey line, wary of disrupting the statues that lingered.

Though he was not the best at remembering names he could recognize a couple of the statues he passed by. He did a slight double-take, not expecting to see these figures among the many strange entities left still in this part of the land. What on earth could of happened to erect statues of these people? Strange magic, that.


He was freed from his thoughts at the sight of a door. The door the card was apparently pointing to it seemed as Al checked, watching the arrow shift to point at the door no matter how he angled it. Atop the door it read "Property of Pravus." Or at least that was what the card translated the words to mean as the message was written in a foreign language. As he approached he just sort of came to a stop.

"I should probably wait for the others first..." He muttered to himself, uncertain of his destination. This entire place was suspect and the mysterious door was not lending him any manner of comfort. He stood still for some time, still questioning his predicament until he finally settled on a decision.


"Ah hell, a bunch of unconscious folk aren't going to be of much help. Might as well bite the bullet." He muttered, setting forward towards the door. He gave it a hardy knock, well, as hard a knock as a half dead guy could give.

"Oi! Hello!? I got a card here that says this is the way out." He shouted at the door, expecting some form of answer. What answered him was only silence.

"Aw hell, don't tell me I've got the luck to show up when nobodies home." He grumbled, turning and starting to walk away he saw a shadow in his path. The shadow quickly grew larger until...

WHAM!


A large figure impacted the ground, shaking the earth beneath his feet and causing Al to stumble a bit. This guy stood as easily twice as tall as him, clad in a strange silver looking cloak which seemed to almost constantly be cascading. His face was covered in a grey plague doctors mask with strange glowing arcane symbols engraved onto the lenses. The hat seemed to be wrought of a similar fabric as the mask was, looking rather beat up and tattered to boot. His strange green leather glove gripped a large intimidating weapon which most closely resembled a sort of spear.

It had a long nearly pitch black shaft, the fabric of the grip surface making everything else seem brighter by contrast. The neck of the spear was a pale golden metal ornately shaped into the head of a dragon. From it's mouth jutted a strange white crystal, the contents seemingly shifting within but only when not directly observed. The crystal was cut so that it formed the blade of the spear, it's edge sharper than glass and harder than any terrestrially known materials. The bottom of the spear was finely crafted into the shape of a dragon's tail, still sharp enough to drive into an opponent with relative ease.

Along his back, held in place with a mechanical clamp fixed to the back of his cloak, was an ancient shovel forged from an unknown design. It certainly looked it's age, bearing marks of it's ceaseless use. Even still the edges were kept sharp and it looked no less sturdy despite the scratches and small dents.


Al looked up at the stranger who in turn looked down at him. His face was set in a concentrated frown, looking straight into the lenses of the ominous mask without fear. The hollow darkness behind the lenses seemed to peer right through Al, staring into his very soul like the abyss itself. He stood strong, stomaching his pain and pushing it aside so he could stand tall before this mysterious being. The only part of the mysterious man's body that was bent forward in even the slightest manner was the front of his mask, looking down at him all the same. As they stared at each other it was almost as though they held an unspoken conversation, their words clear only in their eyes.

Then simultaneously they both spoke, uttering the same sentiment they held for one another as though they were speaking with one voice.

"Fuck off."


The sound of their voices echoed across the battlefield, the only sound that could be heard for miles. Such was the oppressive silence that gripped this slice of land.

As if willed by it's owner the door swung out, smacking Al aside as the beaked figure walked in. As he hit the ground, a cloud of dust billowing up into his face, he could hear the door slamming shut, issuing a deep wooden resonance.

Al pushed himself up from the ground, coughing and brushing the dust off from his body. "Bloody hell." He swore, standing up on tired knees and rubbing the arm that was hit by the door. He shuffled his way over and sat down near a statue. He was careful not to touch it as he held some concern that if the magic that made these statues still remained then touching one might transform him into one of them, trapping him here forever like the rest.

He just sat, looking down as he awaited the arrival of the group while his body slowly mended itself. It wasn't slow compared to humans but it wasn't a grand prix race car speed either.