Trouble at Mt. Spewpewpew...

Way off into the horizon where nobody dare venture without the most advanced protection, there was an island. It was in the middle of the ocean. It was populated by a tribal people. They all lived on the island peacefully, without war. The island itself was small, with a large, towering volcano positioned in the center. It was just another day, until the island would begin shaking. Smoke began to rise up from the volcano, and people would begin to panic. Off in the distance, people caught word that the island, which by itself was nameless, was in danger of an active volcano, and word spread like wildfire.

Thusly, I arrived at the island. I actually hadn't heard of it... but randomness led me to the island. I looked at the volcano, interested in what I was viewing. "An active volcano!? This is exciting already!" I shouted out loud. I was actually already shaking in my boots at this point, because an active Volcano meant active lava. I would begin to traverse the small island, though the presence of a new face wasn't taken kindly to, as I was somehow captured while I was off my guard, and tied to a large stake that stuck out from the ground. I looked around at the peoples, who were spouting some malarkey about how I have disturbed the guardian of Mt. Spewpewpew, the almighty Erupto. I was holding myself back from laughing.

Soren wasn't entirely certain where he was.

The last thing he could coherently recall, which wasn't much, was that he'd been having a *very* good time at a bar with a blonde human woman who was doing her level best to drink him under the table... and she was doing a damn good job of it too, for a human.

He couldn't remember if they were drinking to celebrate... or drinking to commiserate. For some reason his motivations were lost in the haze of the drinking until it seemed to him that it was a goal and a purpose of its own.

Which was how he found himself here... in the middle of a lot of activity that he couldn't quite follow... and there was rumbling beneath him, and the smell of sulfur in the air and... the largest man that he'd ever seen... tied up like a sacrificial offering... and he had grey skin.

The skin alone made Soren blink in surprise as he staggered over to look at the great mountain of a man. He blinked several times to make sure that he was actually seeing *one* man, not the three his eyes kept telling him were there. "Hey, you! Are you actually there? What're you doing all tied up like some girl 'bout to be tossed into the ocean?"