A figure runs through the room, transparent and screaming silently, and somehow goes straight through everyone in the room. He comes back in, skidding to a stop at a table and puts his hand out. He grabs ahold of the table with one hand as he quickly gesters with the other, his index finger clearing missing.
As he takes a deep breath, a shimmer of energy goes through him, and he solidifies. Patting himself down, he looks at everyone and yells. He is a gnome, dirty blonde hair with bright blue streaks, bright green eyes and pale skin, wearing standard adventuring gear, which is a bit worn. A wayfinder is at his side, though it seems newer than the rest of his gear.
"Yes!!!"He pats the table then the chair as he smiles and looks around. "It worked, it worked. I have never been so glad to start over! Oh, oh... Introductions. I am Lemtwist Bratham Mallentwine Flannelfoot Smyth Olgen Jeebs Nathers Bingham, and I am trying to relearn my theories and possibly correct many assumptions on the quateral stasis of the threaded lines of different periods of time. You see, I have been flitting back and forth between historical times and eventual futures, and have been running from possibilities for about... Let's see here, oh I say around fifty years now. Oh,... Oh... Uh, quick question! When are we?"
He looks around the bar as everyone stares at him. "You may know my grandson... or what may eventually be my grandfather... whatever, He is Venture Captain Lemtwist Bratham Mallentwine Flannelfoot Smith Olgen Jeebs Nathers Bingham the Third." He looks at others expectantly.
