[i]Alon awakes, lying somewhere on the ship, somewhere on the goddamn floor. Again. For about the 37th time in his life (not counting the... uh... well, let's move on...). With a not so mighty groan, resembling that of kitten yawning perhaps, he weakly lifts his head up looking around. His first reaction was to freak out, as the darkness came about him, but then he ignited a fire in his hands and all was sort of well; as he couldn't see much in the dark. His green cloak, tattered and torn, shone bright green with the new-found light source, and the golden sigils reflected the light as if it were the sun. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in some bar, not behind the counter, not serving endless shots to hardy sailors, nor consuming some of his own only to collapse. No, he was in a ship. On a ship. Somewhere.[/i] Well shit... [i]Walking around, his combat boots clicking on the ground, he notices the hallways are... huge. With no one in sight, he automatically assumes the worst, and draws his dual kards, quickly releasing an orb of light to surround him and search his surroundings. "What's going on...?", he questions, looking about some more. It was unlike him to be TOTALLY unaware of his surroundings... and now that he pondered the fact, he had absolutely no clue where he was or how he got here. The walls seemed to give off life energy, and that worried him. The gravity of the situation settled in, and Alon slowly made his way down the dark corridors, peaking and prodding everywhere, looking for some sign of... well, just where he was.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Alon's intro... might bring Tauros into this[/spoiler]