Jul 02, 2011 01:42
[ A fumbling sound and then, the face of a very tired and wrinkled old man wearing what is quite obviously a wizard's garb appears on the feed. He seems agitated by everything- the device, the sky, his missing slipper. Something about the mess of the room behind him (notably, not a farmhouse) tells you he may be a bit daft. ]
Cursed thing, it refuses to be simple- ahhh. At long last.
[ He sets the thing down, settling down in his armchair again. Finally. ]
People of the Rift. You have seen fit to trespass in this dimension, though... perhaps it is not entirely your fault. Hrrmph. In the days past, I was once a great caster of spells, you know! It's not like I cause such mishaps often. I am but a simple mage of distant lands! I attempted something arcane to return whence I came, and they ruined it all.
[ ... It becomes clear he also happens to be quite drunk. ]
You'll have to excuse the state of things... I am no farmer, you see, but... this place was once quite prosperous...
[ he prattles on about things in this fashion, but it's obvious he has much to do with your situation. ]
#wizard.