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Rax's eyes slowly open. His back is tender, but not burning like it was before. The Mul idly wonders how long he has been asleep, but assumes that it has been days if not weeks. He hears voices that are unfamiliar to him, which is not surprising in the medicae ward of the ludus. However, after a few moments, he realizes that not only were the voices strange, but the language was completely foreign. It was not uncommon to hear some sort of language he might not know, but to not even recognize the language at all was beyond unusual. The slave pits were a multi-racial place, and he had heard at least a half dozen. Rax did not roll off his stomach as he heeded the slave herbalists warnings. But looking around as he could, confusion instantly flashed through his mind. He was not in the slave ward. He was not even inside. He was ... he did not know.
This was unlike anything Rax had seen before. The ground was black, as if burnt by a hundred fires. There were stone things about, he was not sure what they were. They had a trunk, with branches and a hundred small things hanging off them. It was the strangest stone sculpture he had ever seen. He could not understand it's purpose. Rolling to his side, he immediately realizes he is shivering. It is night time, but there is no heat. Goosebumps plagued his naked flesh as he was only wearing a loincloth, but as his eyes moved about he say few things he knew were his own. The freezing temperatures did not make any sense whatsoever, neither did the sweat that began dripping off his brow. It was like they were drenched with the sweetest of water. He felt sick.
Next to his gear he spotted two tall and lean figures. At first, Rax thought they were elves, but they were strange. These creatures were dressed in black leather, from head to toe, and their skin was a porcelain grey that almost reflected when the night's moonlight shimmered in the sky. Their hair was a stark white, their pupils were amber, and they each carried what appeared to be a sword in their scabbards. One of them says something, and as the Mul turns the other direction, he spots a half dozen equally strange creatures hop toward him. They were halflings, he thought, but ugly, green, with pointed ears and sharp teeth. Their eyes were red, he thought, and they carried crude instruments of death, hooks, blades, axes ...
By now, both these strange green-halflings and the white-faced aliens had noticed his awakening.
