[ There was always some margin for error when attempting something new, be it a new game, a new craft, or an experimental and highly volatile form of magic. Typically, anyone intelligent enough to keep breathing through all the things Khadgar and seen and done factored that margin into their equations, and by the Light, he had...
...which didn't explain how the world squeezed in around him, normal for a long-distance teleportation spell, and then became a choking, sulfur-riddled swirl before it opened back up again, sending him tumbling head over feet to the ground below. Instinct took over, and the Archmage raised a hand as the ground rushed toward him, he uttered a world in the ancient tongue, a simple incantation to slow his fall, and reached out with his senses and found the arcane energies muted, distant, he strained against the invisible barrier but fell nonetheless...
...thankful for the thick foliage to break his fall. His unnaturally aged body groaned at the impact, and Khadgar didn't move, closing his eyes instead and trying to find his breath while flat on his back, the great stuff, Artiesh, near enough he could feel its thrum against his senses. At least it wasn't muted, imbued as it was with its own enchantments and not reliant upon the drawing of the arcane for its enchantment to function. ]
...that could have gone better.
[ He didn't open his eyes, and anyone who witnessed this man fall out of a swirling hole in the sky, purple rather than green, might notice he sounds as though he's talking to himself. It's going to take him a moment to catch his breath, though. It wasn't a very short fall. ]
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Date: 2018-07-13 02:49 am (UTC)...which didn't explain how the world squeezed in around him, normal for a long-distance teleportation spell, and then became a choking, sulfur-riddled swirl before it opened back up again, sending him tumbling head over feet to the ground below. Instinct took over, and the Archmage raised a hand as the ground rushed toward him, he uttered a world in the ancient tongue, a simple incantation to slow his fall, and reached out with his senses and found the arcane energies muted, distant, he strained against the invisible barrier but fell nonetheless...
...thankful for the thick foliage to break his fall. His unnaturally aged body groaned at the impact, and Khadgar didn't move, closing his eyes instead and trying to find his breath while flat on his back, the great stuff, Artiesh, near enough he could feel its thrum against his senses. At least it wasn't muted, imbued as it was with its own enchantments and not reliant upon the drawing of the arcane for its enchantment to function. ]
...that could have gone better.
[ He didn't open his eyes, and anyone who witnessed this man fall out of a swirling hole in the sky, purple rather than green, might notice he sounds as though he's talking to himself. It's going to take him a moment to catch his breath, though. It wasn't a very short fall. ]