[b]The frozen realm[/b] [i][u]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/u][/i] He tried to remember who he was. It pained him to think. "My name is.... I am... Who am I?" He screamed in frustration shoving his head in his hands. Then he remembered, he looked up from his despair. "My, my name is Luther Ohlmacher. Neophyte of the black Templars." [i][u]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/u][/i] He tried to remember how he got here. He'd found this watch, the one in his hands. It was smooth and black, made of onyx. It ticked but the hands refused to move. Nothing he did could get the watch to move again. He looked around, the people around him, frozen in time. The golden city, pinnacle of human civilization, still as death. The people stood going about their day, women shopped for food. Men conversed in the streets, a imperial guard patrol was frozen in the streets, harkoneze Warhawks. He didn't know how long he'd been like this, long even to know that he was losing his mind. And there was nothing he could do about it. [i][u]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/u][/i]