Time, as it was commonly understood had various effects on any number of things much to the dismay of, well, practically everyone. Structures would wear under it's tide, flora would blossom and whither under it's effect. It was all an entertaining cycle of which there really was no escape from no matter how hard one wished. What it did to people though, well that was something that always seemed truly boundless, left to chance and and orderly chaos. Through age and experience, people would change. Some for the better, and some for the worse, but the change; that was always a constant. The traveler that called himself Ozzet had changed as frequently as a performer who couldn't quite decide that evening what he might want to rehearse. Maybe it should be tragedy today he would tell himself with a gleeful, wide smile! Then he'd shake his head, of course it should be comedy, or maybe a romance of comedy and tragedy! As time wore on however, he had grown increasingly weary of these notions, before finally after a number of years he had lost count of, and on what seemed as another whimsy brought on by a dull, sleepless morning; he decided he was very simply done.
The being kept traveling however, through planes and worlds, leaving sometimes as frequently as he'd arrive. A plethora of color, hue and connected lines of geometry faded and mumbled around him as he sat all too quietly at the back of a small, and very broken down skiff while it glided to his next destination. He didn't know where it was taking him, and the magic that allowed him to travel in this bizarre manner had faded to almost non existence as time was, in his own words, a very cruel, not very fun mistress. This was surely to be one of his last trips. Reaching back he scratched at the back of his neck, and closed his eyes. His mind turned to what sort of home he could make for himself where ever he ended up. "Home, home, home…" He muttered all to himself, turning the idea over again and again within his once quite deranged mind. At that very same moment however he turned his head, noticing the nonsense of color around him taking shape. He edged forward on the small plank he sat on, his head tilted and eyes narrowed as he tried to make out whatever it was; then the small, drifting vessel bumped casually into something. Slowly, and carefully he stood as his body leaned forward slightly.
"What in the world."
He whispered, inching even closer to the bow of the small, almost rowboat looking ship. It had come to a complete stop, and there wasn't any movement around him like there normally was. Turning his head Ozzet glanced around him, the once constant ebbs and shifts of prism like color had indeed come to a complete halt, and they took the form of small, odd squares and various other shapes with thin, but defined black lines in between them. He raised his hand to his face, chewing slowly on his own knuckles as he mulled a few ideas over in his head before finally he reached out slowly, and rasped his index finger against whatever had stopped his aged, and very much used ship. "It almost looks like.." Ozzet turned his head again, reeling his gaze around him. "Stained glass?" It felt like, and looked like that much, however the glass didn't agree with him poking at it like a curious child, and In a loud, disagreeing tone a large crack splintered out from where he had agitated it. Ozzet took a step back, turning his head from left to right in quick snaps. "No.." He started, then continued as a dribbling dullard. "No no no, stop that!" The cracks though, didn't seem to care what he thought and did just as they pleased, which in this case was spreading even quicker as if to spite him. Once the cracks couldn't go on anymore, they too decided that today wasn't agreeable with them, and much like Ozzet; they were done.
A blinding flash of arcane and light erupted around him, The traveler wasn't sure if the sound of shattering glass or the flash had come first, not that it mattered much as he found himself falling which as expected would take a much greater priority, even that was short lived as he face planted into a cold, stone floor. He groaned as he pressed his forehead against whatever not soft surface had broken his short fall, and countless bits of colored glass rained down around, and onto him at the same time. Heaving a breath he pushed himself up, and tried his very best to focus, everything was dull and dark though. The man closed his eyes again, squinting them tightly shut before trying again, and this time he found a measure of focus. He was in a castle, looked as much at least. A dull light from the night sky flowed into the hallway around him giving illumination to the various bits of broken glass and what was left of his ship as it too was also done. Ozzet frowned and pushed himself to his feet, slowly rising as he shook his head violently from side to side and even shimmied his body around to discard as much glass as he could.
His very old, and very used planar craft was scattered about the hallway in various pieces. and whatever gate he had come tumbling through was very much gone. Beyond the broken window was just the night sky. Today, or tonight rather wasn't turning up in his favor it seemed. He glanced down, a constant frown pulled his expression to disappointment as he pushed at a scrap of wood with his foot. "Really?" He managed with a sigh before looking around once more, the gears in his mind turning to come up with some brilliant idea of what he should do now, sadly nothing came up. Out of the corner of his eye though, he did spot the small trunk of belongings he carried with him, thankfully it looked unscathed which is more than he could say for everything else. Ambling over to it he crouched down and snapped it open. He wouldn't be able to carry everything, so for the time being he took only the important items. Which consisted of a worn, brown coat which he slung over his form quickly. A sword and scabbard, a small journal, and oddly enough a case fitted for what was likely a lute. Heaving the case to his side as he stood he glanced around him once more.
"Okay, so, first thing first, where am I?"
Ozzet mused to himself, then clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth he rolled the question around in his head. Though as he heard a series of aggressive footsteps getting closer and closer, he also figured that question could wait for another time. Someone was likely to be very upset he had broken their very nice stained glass, and he had no notion of owning up to it. Turning on his heel he quickly made his way down the hallway, and turned to head down a staircase. He'd have time to figure all this out later, for now though he just needed to get away.
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