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Mikial brushes some of the mud and grime off his knees and gives this 'Solomon' a wary look. "Hope you don't mind if I'm a little spooked by that answer, mister. If that isn't an angel over there," he points at Lexiel, "then I'm not a Christian man. And last time I checked I was fighting in an army of the Lord." He squints at his surroundings, grumbles in Czech under his breath, and pulls off the kettle helmet. "Mikial Adámek, follower of Jan Huss. From Prague originally."

A portal opens up in the courtyard from which the thunder of guns, clashing of steel and the screams of dying men can be heard. A blood and mud covered man gripping tightly onto a pike falls backwards out of the portal. As he falls the portal closes, the encroaching knight with lance pointed at the man disappearing as the hole in reality sealed up. The man, Mikial, scrambles to his feet and looks at his surroundings with wide eyes. "Bůh v nebi, I must be dead for sure? Is this Paradise? I was hoping it would look a little less warlike than this."

Mikial Adámek First post and sheet on this forum. Joining up because I have friends from bay12 here.