The scene is an interior of some old house, that have this atmosphere of forgotten stone castle, sunken somewhere on a side dirt route. This crazy household forgotten or ignored by many, serves as a cozy place for one certain wizard. On second glance, the building seemed more like house that got extended so many times during its life, that is just a bunch of one room houses glued together. Like a building kit of box of brick, rooms stack from sides and on top each. So, no wonder that the interior with rooms on different elevation, with so many unnecessary stairs to get from one room to another, give out a feeling of a generations of differences in architectural planning. No one had the needs to planned ahead for future expansions.
Anyway the amount of dust lying on shelf and furniture and empty abandoned spider webs, showcase that this place is probably inhabited by single person, that goes out on so~o many journey or trips.
We focus our attention on certain stone alcove that serves as a portal for traveling onto long distances with the help of spells. Now, imagine a person that was hit by an explosion blast and got throw through last second made escape portal from a sticky situation. As if someone's opens a tight sealed front door during a local typhoon event and the storm is just behind the door. This portal lid just for a second with a loud boom that over-shout the sound of spell activation. A silhouette of person flew out from it, be pushed by a strong wind flow, followed by random flame tongues from an (fireball?) explosion that occurred on other side.
This canon ball smash onto table, breaking it in half, but still continue to fly. This demolition ball wrecked any furniture that dared to stand in its way, until it hit a bookshelf hanging against the stone wall. Of course the book holder was smashed into pieces and all books fall out from it in all directions. As the silhouette finally stop moving and drop onto floor, all that mass of broken wood and scattered books falls down like a razed building and create a pile of rubles.
However, the chaos stopped, the light from portal vanished, the tongues of fire went out, the sudden storm wind was gone, and when there was peaceful silence; only dust and sawdust slowly fell to the floor.
Except there was one more little commotion in this calm after the storm when the wizard decided to dig out from under the rubble of furniture. It was tall skinny old-man or dude with a long white bard, wearing a colorful wizard cape-suit that resembled a pajama or something that was semi-comfy during expeditions, camping in wild or dungeons. Using his long mage-staff to move some debrief on side, he was coughing sickly, as he struggled to rise from the debrief. With a difficulty, he success.
As soon as he managed to dig out his pointy traveling sombrero hat for mages, he began to lament. No!, he directly start to complain to himself, with a voice tanned by teasing someone, or rather being ironical in general. "That's enough! I am done whit this kingdom! I quitting!" After he dust of that hat, he tried to move out from the pile of derbies as if he was in a swap trying to reach up a shore. "You told me about a dragon... A dragon would be fine... But this wasn't a dragon... No way! I saw several dragons of to many shapes and sizes. No one was like this…" When he got out, he bent forward to catch the second breath. "Of co~ourse, that we can turn a blind eye to an extenuating circumstance such as: Who would have known that this very place would be the lair of that very teddy bear?" Suddenly he stop, to think for a second of what he saw. "Or was it a costume?… There was something on it that prevented direct appraisal, but… Enhanced strength, resistance and endurance. The gloves that produce an armor bypassing magic punches for melee combat. While that thing was still capable to speed casting a numerous spells in a row… Totally acted on some kind strategy as smart person will do. It even removed the caster out of the picture... On second thoughts, who will wear something that looks like festival costume of a bear. I can imagine that when a talk will occur, it will refer to itself as a bear... Nah! I don't care anymore!"
He stretched/fixed his sore lower back that snapped to its place as he bend backward. "I'm all for fun, jokes and teasing, but… but... this is too much for me." He sighed staring blankly into a distance but not actually seeing what is in front of him, as if he was reevaluating his life choices. Then he nod with his head. "Yes. Time to pack up, and get out. With a little luck, they will think I finally kick off my feet and dint make it out. Cremated without a trace."
As he made a few step forward his attention, his gaze lay on the stone arc portal. He give that thing a serious look as if he was valuating if go back one more time. "As for that bear miracle?..." The wizard thought for a moment in silence until, he waved his hand into the void in a dismissive gesture. "Nah! Somehow they can handle it without me. They will be fi~ine."
As he averted his gaze, he make only a few step until he stop remember at something. "Oh stinky farts. I hope that my pal didn't had a time to already drunk itself under the table." With a hasty steps he change his direction and headed to different part of the castle like house.
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Wizard barely open the door to an attached barn and on return got slapped with a stink so strong, that force him to step back. After he regain its courage to look in with teary eyes, he make a move with his staff and spell make the barn door and vent windows to open wide. Next a wind push throw all the stinky air outside. Only then he walk inside the barn, looking around. "For goods sake, why do not care about fresh air?" What come as answer was a drunkard burp from a hairy fluffy pony. Completely dunked-up, it lied on side like a log on a pile of straw and a bucked filled by alcohol substance was near.
Man approached the animal, nudge the pony with his staff. "Wake up, were moving to another kingdom!" But the lying one instead of standing up, just raise its fluffy tail and fart out a ghastly one.
That make the tall guy to sight in defeat. "Using the time off against me in my time of need. Clever one. Dint expect that comeback."
After making a slight glance onto the bucket, he walk around to look at the dunked one from different angle. "One time I taught you a magic and the only thing you using it, is to turn water to random type of alcohol. You do realize, that you are the only who figured how to do it, right?" That pony laugh and he snorted/pfrr at same time.
After switching his glance from bucked to pony and back several times in row, wizard shake his head in admiration. "Yo are right, we are in mess. We can definitely move up tomorrow. A hot bath before bed will be nice." He reached for something like a ladle for handling water into bucket or out. Take some water into it from a pond and show the ladle to pony. "So buddy, can I ask you for, to cast an alcohol drink for me? Something with a tasty flavor, that will beat the sour taste of defeat. I got but-kicked through the door." It was not clear or sure if the Pony done something other that pathetic attempt to sniff the content of the ladle.
But the Wizard sit down on something like a barrel or chest and when he sniff and taste the content of the ladle he raised its eyebrows. "You know, we can totally use this as opportunity to change our carrier. No need to go on wild adventures to explore dungeons and fight overpowered monstrosity." Once again the pony laughs and finished it with a burp. "As you wish, I let you to pick the names. But, I reserve the right to demand that you will pick up a different name if the one will be lame or something." As the pony snorted he make an apology gesture. "Then I am sorry, maestro. I dint realize that picking a name is such a heavy task. Anyway I will allow a working names to stay just for a day, to hear-out how it will sound. If it stick, then fine. But don't dare to criticize the feedback. Especially, on yours singing."
That animal grind like mischief, for moment trying to roll it body to sits up for another sip from bucket, but failed. Wizard dint say at this nothing, only rise its hand with the ladle in cheer gesture and the pony starts to laughing as, the gesture or the picture itself, must be really funny for the animal.
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Anyway a day, two latter… if we tried to look after the house of certain wizard. Then on place where it shall be standing, we will only saw on ground a silhouette mark make of trampled earth of dirt without a grass. Then a clever eye can notice a pair of wheel rut from carriage or caravan wagon, leading onto the road. It didn't take a heavy thinking for locals to figure out, that certain sorcerer set out again on his moderately legendary pilgrimage with his meager possessions.
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