In an open field, just outside the village, a rift opens slowly from the ground, reaching into the sky, opaque at first, then slowly shining blue, quickly the clouds in the sky clad a black aura, lightning lashing the air around it. As though reality blinked itself, nothing was there that should not be, the field and clouds, from the center of the phantom rift, a ripple exuded forth in all directions, as it passed each point of view, each one was revealed to see a man standing, draped in a long black coat, reaching to the ground beneath his feet, and aura of black flame around him, chains wrapped around his chest, and both his forearms.
Raising his arms out before him, he spoke an ancient tongue, and rose forth the stone before him, crafting the earth to that of a small home.
"What place am I in now? O well, guess it's time to sit inside my new home, and do some divinations, and resummon my belongings into this realm."
Pulling out a slender, onyx crystal, he grins.
"At least I was prepared this time.
