From the bowels of the pirate ship an inky black substance started to seep from the walls, it polled along the floor and coated the wooden hull in the ships hold. It smelt of earth, of salt, of all the elements of this world as the black patch settled on its size. Bubbles started to rise from it, thick oily bubbles that burst once they were spread to thin. This, all this was a precursor to something else coming though, someone else making its way into this world. A skeletal hand burst through the surface like a drowning man reaching out to try and grasp the air to fill his lungs, around it's wrist lay a thick shackle, the chain attached trying to pull him back into the abyss.  This was followed by more, the stark white frame began clawing it's way out of the depths, and as it got farther the ink began to swirl around the skeletal frame, forming first internal organs, then the musculature, and finally the skin that adorned this creature. It was evident now that the being clawing from the hull of a ship was a man, the only thing that adorned his body were bandages around his wrist and ankles, and the heavy shackles that kept trying to pull him back down. With a mighty pull the chains shattered and he flopped face first onto the floor of the room. He gasped and filled his lungs with the first breath of a new world before he passed out.<br/><br/>It was a few moments later that he awoke, feeling nothing like he did when he was last conscious of his body.<em>"Where...am I?"</em>rang out in his head and he opened his eyes, to discover hands that were smooth and strong. The arthritis that plagued his fingers were gone and in its place was a solid strength he had never possessed in his last life. He squeezed his fingers and watched them easily sink into the wooden hull. A hull, he was on a ship, he took a moment and realized he was indeed swaying, at least something felt familiar. He was an old hand as sailing, though this ship seemed a fair bit more primitive than the fishing trawler he had worked on. As the voice echoed in his head he panicked for a second before the memory of his final words ran through his head, quickly he scrambled to find a reflective surface and sat down to view his new self. He was young, so young, and if his deal was to be believed he would never suffer the ravages of old age again. His skin was smooth if scared, which he could live with, and there seemed only a few things to remind him of the life he had before. His hair was stark white, just as it had been at the end of his previous life, and though he felt human his ears reflected the devilish contract he made to get this second life. other memories flooded back to his mind, agonizing moments and peaceful ones, of the endless void and searing pain he had to go through to claw himself into this world.<br/><br/>An impact on the ship shook him from his reverie and he quickly scrambled to his feet. He grabs a simple set of clothes and  quickly throws them on before he heads to the deck. Despite not being on this ship before he knew exactly where to go, and when he saw what was going on he set right to work to ensure his new life would not be cut to short. His new form was indeed truly blessed and he moved across the ship like he had been born on it, for indeed he had, both an old hand and a natural talent that had no place in his young body. Every surface was like solid ground to him, as the harpoons struck he gripped the side of the ship and tore the chains like paper. He stood on the aft of the ship behind the captain and shouted challenge to those that chased them, flinging anchor and cannonball alike to dissuade their pursuers. He needed a name, and his long life and interests lead him to the perfect name, a Fiend from fantasy that represented the physical ideal.<strong>"I AM GAZRA, THE DEMON FIST!!"</strong>he called out before he launched the last anchor, splitting of of the ships masts down the middle. They would remember him, even fear him now. He was no longer that timid old man that let his life waste away, he would seize what he wanted from this world.<br/><br/>He nods at the captain, few words but he is ready to sink more ships to ensure they get to port. When the golden compass touched his hand he felt the strange pull and he tried to call out to the captain but before he knew it....<br/><br/><hr/><br/>...He found himself standing in a great hall with a few others, a few showed signs of recent combat, others just of confusion or recent other activities. The Golden compass still in his hand he tucked it into the waist of his pants, securing it there with a quick tie of a cloth strap. Names floated in his mind, he realized he knew them, or at least knew of them.<strong>"Why do I know you"</strong>he asked, knowing the answer once he asked the question. He was not the only one to come to this world, these must be others that made the same deal.When the demi lich spoke his attention turned to him, and he stood upright with arms crossed, and listened.