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The quiet town of New Dawn was just beginning its morning activities when the storm rolled in. The fishermen rowed in the small fishing boats, angry at an upcoming wasted day, as all manner or lay people shifted from starting the workday toward moving to the tavern for consolation. As the storm raged those in the tavern looked out the window and watched the storm pass through their home.
Lighting struck, thunder shook the building, and all manner or townspeople watched a large red object fall from the sky. The thing...whatever it was landed with a deafening crash just within the town gates. The tavern emptied in a wave of confusion as all within ran to the Stature of Ro'than.
There laying at the statues base was a gargoyle.
Light red skin, leather wings folded over its form, the creature would have stood 8 feet high were it standing. The crowd watched in astonished silence as the creature of nightmare stood on its feet and let loose a gut wrenching roar followed by language none of the onlookers understood.
As the rain came down so did the gargoyle's height, and as its height decreased along went its wings and talons. Within moments stood a man wearing silver earrings, long dark hair, and clothes fit for a noble.

Sven took a moment to consider the crowd now angrily staring at him before grinning and looking at each one slowly.

"New Dawn, I'm back"

The crowd soon quickly dispersed as rumor spread of the shape changing wizard. Having learned his lesson of gliding while polymorphed Sven made careful note of the consequences and drank down a healing followed by a refreshing potion. He then turned on his heels and limped out of town, heading south towards his guild and home.

"Mundane......", he said to himself as he passed the guards and shook his head.