OoC: No I am sorry, we should've started a separate thread a long time ago 
Carnasch could have started stabbing, had he been able to do so before the clawed fingers suddenly released him -- when he was already a long way over the Southern Quarter. From the distance, he could see the tiny lights and street lamps of Jaedaxia. The city was dark, its residents huddled together to brave the darkening ahead. And already, people were screaming -- including Carnasch -- who was now falling freely back down to Telath.
Ripping through the black clouds with astonishing speed, the Vagran flailed and attempted to catch
anything to break his fall. Amazingly, he kept a firm grip on the silver-dusted dagger. The crumpled note, on the other hand, was lost as he trailed downward like a massive speck of dust in the night sky. Carnasch would have fallen, landed, and died, until something solid smashed into his back. His head naturally whipped back and he felt a firm
crack ... and he faded into unconsciousness.
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It was cold.
Carnasch realized this first before he felt the first tickles of consciousness drift back to him. He shivered, only to realize that he was naked. His flesh bit into cold stone. His hands, cold and numb, instinctively curled inward, his legs included, into a fetal position. Should he open his eyes, he'd see nothing. He could move, but darkness invaded all his other senses.
He was alone.