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Anyone passing by the Rift Room at this precise moment might notice a loud crash sounding from within the room, as though something has flown through the Rift and smacked into a wall. (Or else run through at a very high speed.) And if one were to investigate this noise, they would find a man sitting on the ground near one of the walls (which now has a rather large, round dent in it as though something heavy has hit it head-on), who, if it weren't for his blue-grey skin and wiry grey-violet hair, would probably have been totally unremarkable.
...Well, the sword lying next to him would tend to attract notice as well, but that's not the weirdest thing about him. Aside from the aforementioned blue skin and violet hair, this man also has long, pointed ears and a number of...growths scattered about his skin, like rocks embedded in soil.
He is clearly not human. Or not entirely such.
Rubbing his head, Zelgadis Graywords gets to his feet and looks around the room, bewildered. After all, he was, up until a few seconds ago, outdoors. In a forest, to be precise.
"...Where the Hell am I?"
...Well, the sword lying next to him would tend to attract notice as well, but that's not the weirdest thing about him. Aside from the aforementioned blue skin and violet hair, this man also has long, pointed ears and a number of...growths scattered about his skin, like rocks embedded in soil.
He is clearly not human. Or not entirely such.
Rubbing his head, Zelgadis Graywords gets to his feet and looks around the room, bewildered. After all, he was, up until a few seconds ago, outdoors. In a forest, to be precise.
"...Where the Hell am I?"