<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/fe08/f/2013/160/1/0/knight_in_the_dark_by_beaver_skin-d68cssw.jpg)</div><strong>Gregory Smith (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059435)</strong>|<strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong>9 (Naked)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sawgrass Field<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>DM (Unnamed Child and Charlotte), Sarryn, Jessica<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Ackaedes? From the sound of things, it was some being of worship in the boy's eyes. Normally, religion would turn him off completely from a conversation, but this was too intriguing to elicit that reaction. There were so many questions floating about in his head, but he doubted they'd all be answered there and then. Even if they could be, he found that he'd rather wait until he had some clothes on to do so.<br/><br/>More important was the realization he'd come to. Whether or not all of this was real; whether or not they were to be champions for some multidimensional god or whatever the hell the kid was saying, Gregory was free. Even if it was brief, or false, he now realized how beautiful the feeling was. The air tasted so fresh, and the scent of flowers wafted into his nostrils as he glanced about, taking in the scenery around him.<br/><br/>He listened to what was being said, even in his relaxed state, and the talk of previous champions being dead sent shivers down his spine. Going with the possibility of this all being true, he had to wonder just how many people had been abducted from their world just to fight and die for one city. Were people taken from other worlds too? Was everyone here just fodder, playing their parts in an endless cycle?<em>'There's always a catch.'</em>He reminded himself with a silent chuckle.<br/><br/>His attention was only fully caught when he witnessed Timothy's display. A gout of fire had spewed from his fucking fingertip. "Alright, fuck it." He said with a shake of his head. "I'm just gonna go along with it from now on. Tim the Enchanter here's having fun." A smile curled at his lips, and he turned to face the latest male arrival. He was an attractive one. Briefly, Greg wondered if he thought this because of or despite the strange color to his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but another ridiculously beautiful woman joined their merry band before he could. He paused for a second, waiting to see if more would show up, only to see the child in front of them lost his shit and scream at Timothy. He decided to ignore that for now.<br/><br/>"We're in, or near, the city of Newgate. A Godly being known as Ackaedes summoned us to be its champions because the previous champions were viciously murdered last night and I guess there's just no time for grieving." He took a needed breath "Or clothes. Pass it along." There no doubt a lightness to his tone, but also a hint of mocking. "Might as well see how this goes. Better than my situation back home, to be real honest."