A sharp pain spiked down Tyr's back. He didn't know whether or not he could fight at the moment, and decided his best bet might be to talk his way out of this situation.<br/><br/>"My name isn't important," he said, backing down a little. He slid the bottle of hydrogen out of his bag. "Here, have a drink." He handed the bottle to Sinol.<br/><br/>"Allow me to explain the circumstances," he continued. "All of existence is threatened by a grave evil known as Black Fire. He was trapped within me for... I can't quite remember. I will show you what is, and why it has come to pass."<br/><br/>The room began to slowly phase out into a mideval setting. A knight reflective of the original Tyr approached. Tyr stood beside Sinol now, and had taken his old form of the grey knight.<br/><br/>"This is Sir Martlin, the paladin. Though I began life as such he is no longer who I am."<br/><br/>The knight removed his helm to reveal some radiant golden hair beneath. Tyr raised his hand and the world shifted again to a world of hell fire and demons. The golden haired Martlin was now chained to a pillar of rock.<br/><br/>"I... did some... things as Martlin that I am not proud of. As punishment, I was forced to bear Black Fire, who had recently been overthrown as the ruler of Hel. It is said he can not be destroyed on the planes of the dead."<br/><br/>Tyr unstrapped his helmet.<br/><br/>"The other punishment was more severe."<br/><br/>The helm dropped to the ground revealing nothing within it. The armor still moved as though it had someone in it.<br/><br/>Tyr picked up the helmet and strapped it back on. The room returned to normal, as did Tyr.<br/><br/>"If Black Fire has indeed been released, he will most assuredly take out his vengance on this world after he has re-conquered the dead. But we still have some time as he can not return to this dimension without a host."