[u]19th of June, maybe?[/u]
[u]Unknown[/u]

Slowly, the inky blackness of the abyss began to fade away, but remaining ever present, shrouding the corners of the mind. In its stead, first came thoughts. Last Balazar knew, he was manning a harpoon gun about to fire, the "captains" voice shouting above the din. Mountains of thorns. A wave of power, threatening to tear the ship apart. And then the drop into the dark awaiting below, ready to swallow us whole. Then he could feel. He felt rough, or was he always like this? His thoughts disconnected and forming nothing. A pain crept it's way along his left side. It felt a dull pain and he ached. A weight bare itself across the plate on his back, and he could feel the heat of another body on his left. He could feel the side of his face and snout against the ground. Unmoving, real ground, they were no longer in the air. He felt he could open his eyes, but the darkness beckoned him into their embrace. He could just sleep. Suddenly the weight across his back lifted with a jerk, and the inky dark began to crawl back in. 
[b]"Spirits guide their essence to the otherworld, and grant them peace"[/b] He heard as his thoughts faded...

Everything came tumbling when he felt something on his arm. Something pulling his fur. His eyes opened, the inky darkness was gone now, at least in his mind but he remained still for a second, listening. He could hear a voice, Sharas voice and close. He sensed panic in her voice. Breaking any illusions of sleep, Balazar's hand shot out at the whatever was touching him and grabbed it. He looked up to see Shara kneeling over him, in his hand he held her wrist. Immediately, he loosened his grip but held on as he got his feet underneath him and tried to stand. A white, searing pain shot through along his left side. He grimaced as he stood up, putting some of his weight on Shira as he looked down at his wound. A rather large shard of metal was embedded in his left shoulder. The shard had pierced the plate and blood was seeping from the wound. Moving this arm would be hell. Removing his weight from Shira, he looked her over, noticing the gash along her leg. 
[b][color=firebrick]"Lean on me if you have to."[/color][/b] He spoke simply. As he gazed around at his surroundings for the first time. Shara must have been talking to someone. Bodies lay scattered along the ground they found themselves on, pieces of metal and wood dotted the landscape with them. Then he noticed the hulking suit of plate ahead of them. He let out a growl, few times had he seen a Mord and few times where they friendly. It was impossible to tell their intentions behind a face of plate, and he certainly hadn't seen one on board their ship.

His right hand instinctively went to the sword hilt in it's scabbard on his hip, relieved to find it still there. He watched the stranger carefully, awaiting their next move. It appeared it was crouching over a body. He glanced around at the immediate vicinity, noticing for the first time the ashen on the ground next to them.
[b][color=firebrick]"Wake him up, we may need him."[/color][/b] He said somewhat quietly as he kept his eyes on the Mord.