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« on: November 02, 2005, 05:42:53 am »
The first thing the man noticed was that he was still in pain, which was a good sign that he was alive, if a bit sore. Having been dead before, he knew that feeling something was better than feeling nothing at all, even if that meant some unpleasantness. Compared to what he had gone through a few hours (or was it days ago?), this felt more like one of those back itches you just couldn\'t reach.
The second thing he noticed was the empty vial lying next to him. An entire vial of angel\'s tears, able to heal an entire company of mounted knights...and their horses, gone in one draught! He knew he had wasted not a drop, for he spied no flora emerging from the barren rock that made up his current sleeping spot. Angel\'s tears could find life on any surface an make it flourish...or bring someone from near-death, as it did with him. Only the gods knew how he had been able to survive long enough to drink it, because try as he might he could not remember what happened after jumping into his planesgate while trying to escape from Hormgar, demon-king of Ultharel. He hadn\'t even formulated his destination when that third firestorm bolt shattered his hastily raised shield spell and was forced to jump into the \'blind\' portal, as gate users called any portal with an unknown or undetermined destination.
Which brought him to the third thing he noticed. He didn\'t know where he was. A blind worldgate can lead to any one of hundreds of destinations, but a blind planesgate, randomly destined to one of the infinite planes of the cosmos? Figuring out which plane he was in would be like finding a particular needle in a stack of needles that never stopped growing. Since that would be a pointless exercise, the next best thing would be to figure out what kind of plane he was on, and the best way to do that was with magic.
No matter what the laws of physics are in a particular plane, magic is always a constant. However, the way it is channeled and applied varies according to these changing laws. He was pretty sure he wasn\'t on a prime chaotic plane like the one he had just left, were even keeping a constant physical form required a great deal of concentration. That meant that he was on a plane of order, and he was thankful for that.
To start, he tried \'feeling\' the innate magic within him, his only companion during his travels. Using that reassuring spark as a foundation, he extended his senses outward, searching for the energies native to this world. He felt disoriented as two major forces vied for his attention - the core of the planet, which he had been expecting to sense...and something else. Far above the spot were he sat crosslegged on the cavern floor was a force that shadowed the planet\'s, made it insignificant in comparison. He withdrew from that power, for much as staring at a sun or an overbright light hurt the eyes, his senses were feeling overwhelmed.
Stretching out his limbs, he laid as comfortably as he could on the hard ground. He needed to rest before he attempted any castings. With that much power available to him, he was sure he would be able to figure out what form magic took here. Then, he could gate back to Ultharel and from there, home...
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. I totally agree with you. There are times when taking that extra second or two to type properly means the difference between getting your point accross or looking like a clown. Of course, not everyone speaks english fluently, and in those cases we can overlook any typos. Anyway...