Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170602203423

'If this opens out where I think it does, it should be around half a day from the nearest village.'

The group abruptly spills out into a round chamber, lit by vertical shafts cut into the rock. Silver lines delicately trace out a massive magic circle on the floor. Azarias immediately goes to the center, slapping his palm against the ground.

'Now, this may be a bit more... dramatic than last time.' Azarias explains as the group gathers into the circle. 'Crowley and I can both use spatial transportation magecraft, but our theorems are different. Therefore... I am not responsible if your body is exactly the same when we arrive.'

As he speaks, blue lightning begins rippling around the edges of the circle and along the silver, which the group realizes must be his Flow: by this point, it's become apparent that different mages can have different colors.