I'm going obsidian on this one.

-Regidar

The center door of shinny obsidian seemed to call to him, as if some unseen force was pushing for it. The man blinked hard, dispelling the slowly building headache, were those normal?

He began strolling towards the black door when suddenly, someone whispered 'Penis'. He stood still wondering if hearing voices was normal, having nothing else to go on he shrugged and decided that yes, voices in your head was just a part of everyday life. As such he decided he had nothing to fear dispite the voice saying such a strange thing.

"Hello?" the man said curiously, looking around the bright white room. "Anyone there...?"

A voice whispered 'How did you find this?'. This one was slightly different in tone, but none the less barely audible, yet still perfectly clear and understandable.

The man looked startled, more voices? Perhaps they were the same beings that wrote on the paper. "Hello? who are you guys, how are you speaking to me?"

The voices whispered back 'I used my pingas'. The man was confused, normally when he heard a word he had never heard before he would know what it meant despite it being unknown, yet he had no idea what pingas meant. This was strange to him, he didn't like the feeling.

Shaking off the unease he decided to just get it over with and see what was on the other side of that door. There was no handle on the door, yet it was ice cold to the touch. Shocked, he withdrew his hand at this new and unpleasant feeling, did the room just get colder? He glanced around in alarm, the bright, blurred white of the walls began to dull into an ugly grey to match the rapidly dropping temperature. His breath was now visible, he was shivering. He didn't like this new emotion he was feeling, fear perhaps?

Again the force came back in full, it seemed to claw at his mind, urging him to open the door. He couldn't find any reason or want to question it, so he push at it, ignoring the biting cold. There was no friction, the door simply glided open. In front of the man was a raging inferno, lighting up his face yellow. He stared in confused awe for just a moment before he fell forwards, as if gravity had been flipped.

Before he could even question what gravity was, he was burning. His flesh being stripped away from his bones by the unforgiving flames. He tried to muster a scream at this horrific new sensation but failed as all went black.

Gasping, he awoke lying in a pile of snow, he wasted no time in bolting upright. His eye's darted around and he nearly failed to process what he was seeing, mountain ranges, no ceiling, a giant glowing ball that hurt if you looked at it to long. His mouth gaped as he took in this new overload of information. He blinked, there was wind blowing at his back, it was unpleasant and pulled his visible breath away from his mouth.

Managing to get his frantic breathing under control despite his adrenaline high, he attempted to assess the situation. Coming up completely blank he decided to ask the voices for help "hello hel-" he stopped because his mouth felt funny. Reaching up he stopped again as he saw that his hands had been turned into black claws, yet this was just another strange thing for him. He shrugged it off and examined his new quadrupedal body, he had a pair of leathery wings and a tail inlaid with spikes. Not questioning why he felt so natural walking on all fours or moving his wings, because the same thing had just happened earlier, he began heading forward simply because the cold was unpleasant and would not go away.

In the distance he spotted a few different things, what appeared to be a small settlement of some kind, and a cave illuminated by an orange light inside. Both were equally new to him. He could see the smoke rising in plumes from the houses, he knew this meant fire, warmth. Yet at the same time pain, horrible pain and teleportation. OK he recalled, so fire doesn't always try and eat you.... how did he know that.

Snorting in frustration he carried on.

Well fuck, what now?

>>Settlement

Cave

Also feel free to suggest a plan of action.

Author's Note

For gods sake please someone suggest a name (address him directly), I'm tired of referring to him as him.