The environment was hazy, to say the least. Not merely confined to the environment, Achilles on mind would feel dazed; like awakening from a drunken stupor. Coming to consciousness, Achilles would surely be confused and disoriented in the unfamiliar place. A dark forest, fog eerily hanging in the air above obscuring the tree tops atop their trunks. Minimal sun would shine through the fog, compounding the eerie atmosphere. Achilles would have no idea how he came to be here; his last memories would be that of Chiron informing him that the Grandmaster of the Knights Radiant, Galahad, had selected him to join their ranks. An ancient order that has stood for centuries, shrouded in mystery in Avalon. Achilles would be shaken out of his drunken stupor at the sight of Hector, a rival that he had slain in an Iwarian rebellion. Surely awash with confusion, Hector would stand there looking down upon Achilles; a stony face, a grim countenance, and a spear pointed toward Achilles. The champion of the fallen Iwarians would stand there, seemingly seeking a rematch after his defeat. A fallen specter returned to claim revenge.In your OOC portion, please explain what Prana is, the Throne, and the connection between Prana and the Throne.
