Confusion filled the gnoll's mind.  He had woken up with his veins filled with rage, ready to smite whatever foes were in front of him.  Instead, he had been greeted with stifling silence, surrounded by cold stone and the stink of the grave.  As the immediate fury subsided, another began to slowly burn inside of him.  Why was he left abandoned in a mausoleum?  He wasn't dead, he could tell that much.  Yet he had been laid there, on a stone slab, with only a loin cloth on him for the sake of modesty.  And as he tried to figure out who could have left him there, he realized that he couldn't think of any group.  He couldn't think of any one.  No faces, no names.  And on further realization, he didn't even know his own name.  A nameless being, with no sense of history, no tether to the past.  Nothing inside the structure had even given him a hint of who he could have been.  Only a thin white tablet that seemed to glow faintly was his sole possession, and even then he could not fully comprehend the significance of it just yet.<br/><br/>So he did the only thing he could think of, which was leave, channeling that burning rage into a method of escape.  There had been some faint satisfaction at the wanton destruction, but the sight that greeted him only reinforced the fact that he was alone and lost.  A graveyard, a place for the dead, and him the only living thing to awaken.  Maybe he was dead, and this was his hell.  Had he ever believed in hell before?  Before he could ponder further, a change in the air made him turn his head.  He wasn't alone.  He could smell hot blood.  There were other living things here.  Tensing, not knowing if they would be enemies or not, he spotted a cautious figure approaching him.  It was a gnoll.<em>She</em>was a gnoll.  What was a female of his kind doing here?<br/>"You," he said, gnollish words spilling from his tongue, "you are a gnoll as well.  What are you doing here?  Why are you naked?"<br/>His eyes narrowed at her, trying to get a better look.  Was there something familiar about her?<br/>"Do I know you?  I am trying to remember but-"<br/><br/>As he tried to think harder, to dredge the memories from whatever black pit lay in his mind, a searing pain erupted inside his brain.  With a loud, angry growl, the gnoll clutched at his head with one paw, stumbling backwards.<br/>"Rrr-argh, what is this?  Why can I not remember if I have met you or not?"<br/>Attempting to force it made the pain only grow worse, and he clutched at his head with both hands, falling to the ground as his teeth clenched tightly from the exertion.  It wasn't long until he couldn't maintain it, and he panted heavily as he uncurled himself, slowly getting back onto his feet.<br/>"What sorcery has robbed me of my memories?  Tell me who you are, and what you know of me."<br/>His words weren't so much requests as demands, and for a moment, the gnoll was perplexed.  He was a male, yet he was taller than a female and giving orders.  Who was he, that he was so comfortable to speak like that.<br/><br/>Before he could plumb the mystery further, the scents of other lives became stronger.<br/>"Hold that, there are more people here.  They don't seem to be fellow gnolls."<br/>Immediately, the gnoll made way towards the other scents, the soft dirt shifting under his heavy weight.  He didn't move quickly, opting to be quiet about his approach.  If they were enemies, no need to announce his presence before he could see what he was dealing with first.  The gnoll flexed his claws, feeling the strength in them.  Somehow, he knew that whatever was out there wouldn't find him to be easy prey.