You recall that the short, vicious-looking man before you is called Ivrin, and he is your second-in-command. However, beyond that your new memories are still slightly fuzzy.
"It is time, my Lord Gorvind," Ivrin says, full of cruel anticipation. He holds aside the tent flap for you to exit. Not wishing to arouse suspicion that you are not Gorvind, you let your new body act on instinct, and duck out of the tent entrance.
You blink for a second in the torch-lit darkness outside, and then gaze in stunned silence at the huge army encamped before you. While you cannot make out individuals in the dim light, you can see countless fires lighting up the plain. This is obviously what you are in command of. You feel Ivrin's curious stare at your back, so you continue moving in a direction your body seems to recognize. Your stride is unfamiliarly large, but you do not trip or feel unsure of your footing. As you pass, you are aware of the fear and awe of your underlings, although you doubt that awe has to do with anything good in your body's nature. Rather, they seem to be in awe of your ruthlessness and brutality. You wonder what Gorvind must have done in order to inspire such horror, but you put it out of your head. After all, you are not him.
Your body stops atop a small rise, and as you become aware of your surroundings you realize that a large crowd has gathered, although there is a healthy distance between them and you. You hear Ivrin step up to your right, and gesture at some of the soldiers. They part, dragging forward a group of pathetic humanoid beings with loops of heavy rope around their necks and their arms bound. As they are ushered forward, you see that they are not altogether human, but have a vaguely animalistic appearance to them. A few have thick coats of fur, and some even have tails. However, they walk upright, or they would, if it weren't for the fact that they were tied together.
"My Lord Gorvind!" Ivrin's voice suddenly thunders forth at your side. "May I present the candidates for sacrifice! Your latest conquest has been a success, and the gods will be pleased!"
SACRIFICE? you shudder on the inside. Have you landed in the body of a mass-murderer? You are not certain what to do, but you certainly don't want to send random people to their deaths, especially when you don't remember why. You are uncertain of how to proceed, and what will become of you if you refuse to go through with this. However, you are certain of one thing, you decide as your brow darkens, this life belongs to you now, and you will decide what you will make of it, not this body's memories.
Misunderstanding your scowl, Ivrin mutters hastily, "I apologize, my Lord, but they were all we could find in the village. I know they are in poor shape and not nearly the caliber of sacrifice my Lord is used to, but the gods must be appeased."
Your grimace deepens, and you are determined not to let this "sacrifice" go through, whatever it entails. You are still at a bit of a loss as to how to stop it, however. You rummage through your new body's memories, and from from some dark corner you come up with a solution.
"Send them back to the corral," you snap at Ivrin, giving the impression that you are furious, which is not far from the truth. Ivrin, of course, assuming that you are doing so because the sacrifice is not worthy of your stature, cowers and nods, then quickly orders the soldiers about. In the meantime, you turn around and trudge back to your tent. You have to make sense of this before you fall into another similar situation, and your tent is the only familiar location to think this through for now.
You spend the night trolling as much of Gorvind's memories as you can make sense of, and by dawn's light you decide...