After an unknown amount of time passing, Havok is the first to wake from his unconsciousness with a very massive headache. All he can remember is fighting with his men...and then everything went black.
He takes a few moments to allow his eyes to refocus and readjust to the situation around him. His blurred vision from the strike to the back of his head allows him to make out colors and very rudimentary shapes, but no clear definition of his surroundings. He checks his arms and legs...both of which are free an unbound and begins to feel around him before he stands.
The loose dirt and grass beneath him give off a false sense of warmth and security, as it feels like any other random patch of dirt and grass one might find themselves on during a warm sunny day. Feeling out a bit further from around him, his hands come upon something hard...kind of leathery....with laces...very obviously a pair of shoes.
As his vision clears, he can see that the person next to him is also very slowly coming to. It isn't any of Havoks men......and its too big to be a nerd.
Havok surmises it must be Holland.
Havok- Holland...yo....you alive?
Holland- My head hurts so f****** bad that I wish I weren't. Now I feel sorry for Raistlin....ugh...
What the hell happened?
Last thing I saw was somebody bringing forth this really crude weapon....looked like a bludgeoning stick...a large wooden handle with a big rock attached to the end of it. Apparently it caught you first...then they got me.
Vision cleared, Havok looks around. The first thing he notices...and most important to him....
Where in the hell are our men?
Holland takes the time to check out the surroundings around them...
Why in the f****** hell are we in a huge, domed cage?
Havok slips out of his thinking about his men to check Holland's words. Sure enough....there they were...stuck in a very large, domed cage.
Well...that explains why we weren't bound at our hands and feet. What in the f***** hell is going on?
Holland and Havok stand up and begin to look around at the surrounding of the cage. The cage stands only 10 feet high and appears to have one opening...which leads to a very large set of crudely designed and very worn stone doors, complete with moss and random fungus growing over it. If they suspended disbelief for a few seconds, they could see themselves apart of the movie King Kong.
Well...what the hell...what happens now?
