Ba'al groaned as he shook himself awake, head pounding with the worst headache he had felt in...well, ever. Which was saying something. Blinking rapidly, he pinched his nose as he rose, hoping to dispel this nuisance as quickly as possible so he could get on with his mission. He had done something incredible, built a great device from a mixture of Asgard and Goa'uld technology that would allow him to predict solar flares and use them for time travel via Stargate, so he could use the knowledge he had to seize control of the Goa'uld Empire and subjugate Earth, not in the way that the others may wish, but in a different way, with Earth as an integral part of his empire. 

But as he rose, cold biting at him in his garb of leather and black, he was struck with profound confusion. He was in a...copse of trees in a clearing, apparently in the winter. Snow, snow was good, but as he looked around, he was nowhere near the Stargate, and there were a mixture of eclectic buildings nearby, some he recognized, some he didn't. And he was not alone. There were other people in the clearing as well, some unconscious, some stirring, but not whom he expected to see.

His hand reached for his Zat'nik'tel as he rose to his feet, brushing himself off as he looked around. "Jaffa, kree." He called for his Jaffa, the men he had sent through the Stargate first to come to him, but there was no response. He looked around before calling again. "Jaffa, kree!" And still nothing.

There was another calling as well, inquiring as to their location and why they were here, and Ba'al turned to face him, though he did not draw his weapon. The man was...weird, dressed somewhat like a Goa'uld System Lord but wielding a wooden staff with strange markings on it. "I am afraid I know as much as you do,' he said, fixing on a sympathetic smile as he moved towards the man. "I was supposed to be on Earth right now, but I have a feeling we are far from that place." 

As he talked, he worked over priorities. First, find out where he was, how he got here, and how to return home. Keep the nature of his being secret for the moment, lest he alienate this group here. He might need them after all. And then mete out his vengeance upon whomever had swept him away. It was not much of a plan, but it was at least one.