Five Year Traveller

Prologue: 'Again...'

Svell was with his new family, his friends, and fellow adventures of nearly four years. Four tiring, war torn, painful years. After the past twenty years, he finally had a place to settle down, with no end in sight. He closed his eyes, thanking whatever god finally let him have such a life, and reopened his eyes.

Perhaps it was coincidence, and a dash of dark humor that resulted in the change of scenery. The once bright, familiar room full of battle buddies, his wife of three years, and his two year old daughter was replaced by a midnight forest, illuminated by two, small moons. 
Svell's throat turned hard as a rock; he wanted to cry, laugh, and jump off the closest hill he could find all at the same time. It still happened. He didn't know what to think, but he still felt betrayed. Hyrammer said he would bind my soul, he... Svell didn't know what to think. 
He turned his attention to the double moons above, one a soft blue, and another frighteningly white. 

The night was spent in shock. Svell, who was only dressed in a Dark Green tunic and a matching pair of dark green pants along with his steel plated boots, was extremely ill equipped for travel. He had no supplies, no weapons, and most importantly, no friends. 
As the yellowing, red sun grew on the morning landscape, Svell began his trek through the Forest. Svell wasn't freaked out as much as any other should, that he knew. It wasn't that he was excited for it; no, he was plenty pissed off. However, he was no stranger to this event. Every five years, as far back as he can remember, he had constantly been finding his way to new places. Svell has been to worlds where people live in Towers that fought the skies, to places that were so uncivilized and uneducated that caves were considered fit for royalty. 
Svell had finally been transported to the world of Vercies, one of Sword and Magic, right in the middle of a Monster invasion. He was twenty at the time, with no experience with monsters or mixed intelligent races (although he has been to a world with only one race of intelligent life, and it wasn't such a friendly race). After a year of bouncing between towns, scavenging battle sights, and attempting to learn how to read, he finally found a calling. Granted, it was in a form of Svell being robbed at sword point, and being saved by a merry band of misfits, but it was as close to a calling he's ever received. 
After a year of traveling with them, he was taught how to properly use a sword, how to build himself up, and how to fight at a pace that went with his band of Mercenaries. Svell even found the love of his life, Annabelle Fornworth, and a year after that, they got married, and a year after being married, they had a beautiful, little baby girl. 
After that, their life together became quieter. They were officially recognized (which Svell had learned was extremely uncommon for groups outside of the Imperial Legion) for their part in the Monster Invasion, and were given benefits for life. Of course, nearly two years later, the party would come back together and crash in Svell's house for a celebration, but that was part of the life he had created.
Svell stopped for a moment, and looked down to his hand. He knew nothing of this new world, but he wanted to try something. He placed his hand on one of the thousands of trees surrounding him, and chanted. "Spróxte".
The tree flew, roots along with it, a dozen feet ahead broke into pieces as other trees became a crowd of innocent bystanders of Svell's destruction.
Svell's jaw dropped. "What in the Emperor's name..." Spróxte is... was a novice spell, used to check vibrational changes in the land. He used it only to see if magic would work, as it was a relatively unremarkable and uncostly use of power, but he suddenly found a dozen questions as to what it meant.
Svell, deciding that leaving one massively strange crater was better than leaving multiple that would lead to where he was going, decided that he was going to do some testing on this world's laws.

Svell didn't know, or at least wasn't trained, in many spells. In fact, he didn't even have much of a talent for it. He was a scout at heart, as suggested by his knowledge of Spróxte. However, everything he did use (trécho, skiá, Perímene) were extremely different to what they were supposed to be used for. 
By the time he ended his stay, the landscape didn't change as much as he once thought it would. Maybe he had hoped it would be more destructive, but Svell guessed that a scout's spell list wouldn't be very destructive in nature.