Addled Mind

For every action, there is an equally punishing reaction. Greetings thief, I see you’ve made off with another of my journal entries so clearly I’ll have to make the spells more potent. I’ll have to learn geas or some similar magical trap. Do you have resistant to phycological attacks? I wish I did, I seem to have aged about forty years in an instant. Allow me to explain: I was trying to put to rest my ghost pet (long story) because we were leaving the area. Naturally, he became scared and lashed out and in an instant, I aged significantly. It’s interesting, in the time scale of this plane I am technically over a thousand years of age but suddenly adding another forty to my already generous life span I am reduced to an old man. Granted, I am not human so I expect to live for another hundred years at least but now I seem addled, frail, weakened. I can use this to my advantage. How many people traveling expect an old senile man hunched over and hobbling to begin casting spells which can turn them inside out and call forth whispers of darkness. My outer appearance has changed but nothing else so I think altering my voice and behavior is appropriate. Still, the magic which left me altered in body has gotten me thinking deeply about my time here.
 
My original plane is not this one, rather, if it is, I certainly do not recognize it. Since time flows differently between the materials planes all I know is that the difference between my home and this one is a thousand years, maybe two thousand. Is this plane the same as my home but forward in time? How much did I lose by my foolishness playing in that old forgotten temple with forbidden magic? Is there anything left of my home, my clansman, my flesh and blood? I can’t help but wonder if mother found another to lover her and continued with a new progeny. Such thoughts pervade my mind now. Picture yourself, my dear thief in the middle of a heist of grand proportions when a spell goes off and you are suddenly whisked away from your town. You eak out the burden of living by taking odd jobs for years on end before suddenly finding yourself in a land with a vague but pervasive resemblance to your old home. Would you not be disturbed? Certainly there is someone you cared for and now you don’t know where they are, if they are alive at all or even on the same plane. Before you were kept busy with survival but now that you have time to think… Perhaps it is not just my outer side that has aged given how wistful I find myself now. How morbid, the one who I am trying to kill for stealing my property is the one I am trying to grow closer to. I hope you can understand thief.