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 The storm hampered conversation, but he was close enough to get the message and respond.

 "That's just it." he offered woefully, his grip on his weapon slackening. "Even I don't know. I have no idea where I am, what is nearby, the date, who's who...anything. All I can piece together is such: I woke up flat on my back after a bad dream out here in my armor, plainclothes underneath, and with my weapon." He gave a slight roll of the wrist, gesturing the weapon in an attempt to allow it to make its acquaintance to the otter. "I remember my name. Raphael the First. The other thing I've found is that on the blade of this beautiful weapon is a name etched in a nice script: 'Lucy'. As for using the weapon, I can say I remember quite well...or that is to say my body does...ah..."

 He let his new associate process that as he looked around the surrounding area. In the storm all senses suffered, to his dismay. With bright flashes coupling with deep shadows, you could never be sure of what you see, and especially what you hear. Still...that tree...did something move. He couldn't be sure. He doubted it. It was fine.

 Turning back to his mustelid friend, he let the disappointment fill his face completely. "I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so lost..." His eyes were awash in youthful honesty. For a moment it was like looking at a boy far from home, but with no idea where that was. Inclement weather only served to amplify his agitation, as he imagined it would with most animals. "And I'm getting really hungry..."

    The warrior, as he was for now, huffed in some studied thoughtfulness. What was living without risks? Besides, maybe this person knew him, or could at least help him find his way out of this green hell. He stepped forward some paces. When close enough, he gently tapped his blade to what he could see of the others, indicating his desire for peace and parley. Pulling back the brush, the badger serviceman's eyes widened a little. Someone of actual size, standing near if not as tall as him. Why was this surprising? In the pits of his head, something told him this was uncommon. At least for him.

    Snapping to attention, he gave the stranger polite eye contact. "Hello Sir. I am Rapheal the First. It's nice to meet you. I would tell you more but...I am mostly unsure myself. I was actually hoping you could help with that, but first: Who are you?"

    Oh rain. Wonderful. This is just what he needed. Amnesia, confusion, aimless wandering, and now rain. If there were ever a day a badger earned some slack, today was clearly not it.

    A crack of thunder emphasized the point, as if the sky taunted Rapheal for his efforts. It seemed that truly, the only thing that was on his side was his beloved halberd. In a recent inspection, he had uncovered a memory. Or at least a clue. In the blade itself, inscribed in beautiful script, was the name 'Lucy'.

    The weapon shone defiant against the darkened day, cutting his path forward swiftly and easily. Moving through the wilderness felt oddly familiar, as if he had done it before. Now if only he could remember before...

    A sound broke his attempt at daydreaming, forcing his attention to the source. No visual, but it was easy to discern. That was the sound of someone doing the same thing he was doing: cutting through brush. A shimmer made his blood run quick. A blade. A cutlass? Best to make the first move.

"HALT!" He shouted, readying his weapon. "Identify yourself! Friend or foe?"

  The ringing...please stop the ringing. His consciousness sat still in void. All there was, was the ringing. Then a blinding light.

  Air rushed to the lungs of the terror seized badger as he sat up straight from slumber. Still, there was the ringing. "Aauuughhh..." Paws found forehead. "Haaaaaahh...darn. darn! What happened to me...?" Though past attempts were unsuccessful, perhaps it was time for a review.

  'My name. My name is Raphael the First.' His thoughts began. 'I am a badger, obviously. I...have some sort of decent physical build. My body remembers the weapon I carry, a halberd, and its forms even if I myself do not. I surmise I am some sort of warrior. If I had to guess, I am decently into 'young adult'. I've woken up in this place several times, but I do not know how many days or weeks have passed. The ringing accompanies all of these awakening incidents.

  Fortunately, food has not been a problem. The area I find myself in seems to be transitional in between a forest and something a little flatter and grassier. It is well suited to provide. I have no idea which way is North, nor the nearest civilization. I can only wander and hope to find...something. Or someone.

  There is only one more thought and feeling that occupies my mind at the moment. The face of a Boar. An ugly, infuriating face. When I linger on it too long, my vision goes red and I need to tear through things with my paws. I can't control it.

  Perhaps that is related to why I am here? Who can say...'