You get up from the floor and look around at a group of 3 people stacked on top eachother. In a fit of juvenility, you snicker at them. Or you try to snicker that is. The moment you attempt to make a noise you violently vomit, falling to your knees. You cough, splutter, and spasm, expelling what tastes like seawater onto the ground. It takes you several minutes to recover, but your momentary sickness seems to have at least shaken your memories loose.
You remember that your name is Ketairi. The name brings with it foggy memories of your life.
You remember a field of lush wild barley, and a battle fought long ago. The corpses of the dead and dieing are everywhere, they barely catch your notice. You're still busy fighting, always fighting. Rivulets of blood flow beneath your feet as foe after foe is felled by your blade. Your armor is crimson stained by their ichor. The foe begins to retreat from your assault but you still fight on. Your vision grows red with rage. Bereft of enemies you begin to assault the bodies of your foes where they lay on the ground, mutilating their corpses and tearing them to pieces. You can't stop. Have to fight, must fight, must fight,
kill, kill, blood, maim, KILL! SLICE! DIE! DIE! DIE!You shake your head, banishing the grisly recollection. It had taken 6 of your compatriots to restrain you that day. From then on you had been known as the Blood Knight, Ketari the Blood Knight. You wipe the left-over bile from your mouth and struggle to your feet once more.
You make your way to the ramp, keeping an eye out for anyone who looks like they could be awoken. You take the time to get a closer look at the people surrounding you. You notice many of them appear maimed or wounded, many of them fatally. You pass by men with burns on over half their bodies, and women with holes in their chest where their heart should be. None of them have the sickly pallor of death, and they all feel warm to the touch.
As you near the base of the ramp, you come across a muscular man with blond hair turning fitfully in his sleep. You consider waking him.
It is very hot. You are wet. There is a strong aching pain in your chest. You feel nauseous.
Torso: None
Back: None
Arms: None
Legs: None
Gloves: None
Feet: None
Left Hand: None
Right Hand: None
Other: None