Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170513195633

Azarias kneels down in the center of the pavilion once the other three mages are in position, evenly spaced around the edges of the circle. He places a hand on the ground, and soft blue light trails from the edges of his fingers until his magic circles blaze to life, surrounding the stone ring. Instantly, the other three feel a constant and steady ebb in the amount of Flow they possess.

'I am sorrowful indeed, I am homesick indeed.

My home, far off and away.

Oh unreachable,

I cannot touch you.

I am hateful indeed, for I am weak.

Take my feelings and bind the leagues between us.

Take these words and bend the time between us.'

As he chants, several of his magic circles flash with light, and Slade returns to the ring just before white light blinds those present.

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When the spots clear from their eyes, they find themselves standing in what appears to be the exact same pavilion; however, the scenery has changed. Bitter cold causes the less-prepared members of the group to shiver, as they look up and behold a massive castle out of fairy-tale, perched on a mountain in the midst of mountains. A short and paved path extends from the boundaries of the pavilion to the open gates.