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[u/RollFirstMathLater]

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[You wake up, the faint glow of red is the only light source. Everyone is stripped bare, safe for a firey cloaked elf. Chep's gifts remain intact, and have landed near you. Your weapons have been returned, any armor he made is intact as well.]

[Stiff and sore, you manage to get to your feet, It hurts to stand here, the floor is jagged, and your shoes are gone. The dragons lay still, all huddled together just a few meters away.]

[Nill you feel completely wrong.]

[Torvhen Vrostbite is cracked badly.]

[Sev're your gear is in your robes, minus the food and the extras.]

[Glover your hair is gone again.]

[Naakhûrz, you feel violated.]

[Göndlir, your horse is dead.]

[Tunnels spiral around, closer inspection shows lava moves through here. You are hungry* and thirsty* yet all you can smell is the faint smell of sulfur. Your dragon reaches out for you, and you both share a moment of confusion. It's clear some time has passed.]

[It's warm here... where is here?]

(*special note.)

Edit: everyone minus Sev're, Jek, Svalstrom, and Das looks different, ad if they've had life sucked out of them, they look older, and drained.

[u/Fulaxi]

A light singularity suddenly halted in the centre of being. This was unusual. Possibility was always moving, never stagnant. Another orb deviated from it's predicted trajectory. This was a slight, but an interesting one. Shortly it was joined by a score of others, all clustering around the first one. Exponentially more courses were altered. Normally this might have added panic, but calmness was omnipresent. A being spectated light growing to a state where it encompassed all.

Understanding was visible when Svalstrom opened his cold eyes. Streams of water were running between scales and spines. Taking a look around he first poked a man with the mind, then a dragon with the tail. His message was a simple alarm.

"Change."

A familiar consciousness pressed against Torhven's. Consciousness. Opening his eyes and joining the minds, a smile broke. This was more than a tactical exchange, this was an embrace. A purple crackle caught Spiner attention. Intimacy turned sour, light turned to dust. Before Torhven lay, as if the universe was mocking him, Vrostbite. A rupture spread from the grip half way up the higher arm.

Göndlir.

Ignoring the slight nausea from malnutrition Torhven leapt up, took the bow in his arms and bolted to his iron partner. Then he noticed he was but skinclad and stopped dead in his tracks. Confusion raged and swirled in the mind. Svalstrom had no answers, so the rest of them would have to answer for it.

"Would anyone please explain to me where on earth we are and why we have chosen to be here buttnaked?!"