(ah, yes. there he goes. dropping from ceiling with all the grace of a dying cliff racer. waits a moment, then steps forward.
with a sharp jerk of his hand, voryn casts a slowfall spell of his own design. he specializes in alchemy and alteration (which is the manipulation of the physical world), but this is known as enchantment, here, and it was simple enough to learn—despite never having practiced it in this dream—and apply. stiles is the only target affected, the stalactites smashing down into the puddle that remains of the wormipedes.
he'll feel weightless and like he's slowed in time, but all that's changed is the speed at which he descends. it'll last fifteen seconds before stiles is unceremoniously dropped the last two feet. voryn'll never admit to having done it pettily, but there is a strange insidiousness to the suddenness of it.)
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(ah, yes. there he goes. dropping from ceiling with all the grace of a dying cliff racer. waits a moment, then steps forward.
with a sharp jerk of his hand, voryn casts a slowfall spell of his own design. he specializes in alchemy and alteration (which is the manipulation of the physical world), but this is known as enchantment, here, and it was simple enough to learn—despite never having practiced it in this dream—and apply. stiles is the only target affected, the stalactites smashing down into the puddle that remains of the wormipedes.
he'll feel weightless and like he's slowed in time, but all that's changed is the speed at which he descends. it'll last fifteen seconds before stiles is unceremoniously dropped the last two feet. voryn'll never admit to having done it pettily, but there is a strange insidiousness to the suddenness of it.)