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Content	just a little while longer after another assassination attempt by the gods, Leareth tries to Gate to safety and instead ends up in an Earth hospital Leareth the-final-accounting Swimmer963 Leareth is so irritated with the gods. Again. It was a risk, visiting Rethwellan in person to meet face to face with a potential recruit for his research organization. It's a risk worth taking, given the importance of getting the best mage-scholars in the world for his work, but he should perhaps have seen this coming. He didn't see it coming enough to prevent it, though. It's just fortunate that no one else was on the bridge when it implausibly collapsed, shattering his shields as debris hit him, and then dropping him through the ice on the frozen river. And now he's under the ice, lungs burning as he involuntarily tries to inhale and chokes on the icy water, being swept inexorably downstream by the current away from the glow of light through the hole where he fell. A burst of barely controlled mage-energies shatters the ice ahead of him and he manages to struggle his way to the surface, coughing up river-water and gasping in a breath of precious air. He's trying to grab for the edge of the ice, but his left arm isn't obeying him and he's already losing feeling in his extremities. At least he managed to shield well enough to avoid anything hitting his head. ...A Gate, then. Leareth's concentration is already faltering, but he's very good at Gates. The threshold goes up just ahead of him, straining under the weight of rushing water. Leareth's vision is starting to dim around the edges as he casts out the search-spell; there's a stabbing pain in his ribs when he tries to breathe, and he can't seem to get enough air. But...almost...there... The search-spell lands wrong, somehow, twisting in a direction unfamiliar to him, but Leareth doesn't have time to try again. He builds the destination-threshold, thread by thread - - and tumbles through, along with several hundred gallons of freezing water, onto the tiled floor of a hospital corridor. What - where - ? Strange glowing rectangles blur in front of his eyes on the ceiling above him. Leareth manages to roll onto his side, still coughing, as running footsteps approach from the distance.
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Updated	May 09, 2023 2:21 AM

Leareth is so irritated with the gods. Again.

It was a risk, visiting Rethwellan in person to meet face to face with a potential recruit for his research organization. It's a risk worth taking, given the importance of getting the best mage-scholars in the world for his work, but he should perhaps have seen this coming.

He didn't see it coming enough to prevent it, though. It's just fortunate that no one else was on the bridge when it implausibly collapsed, shattering his shields as debris hit him, and then dropping him through the ice on the frozen river. And now he's under the ice, lungs burning as he involuntarily tries to inhale and chokes on the icy water, being swept inexorably downstream by the current away from the glow of light through the hole where he fell.

A burst of barely controlled mage-energies shatters the ice ahead of him and he manages to struggle his way to the surface, coughing up river-water and gasping in a breath of precious air. He's trying to grab for the edge of the ice, but his left arm isn't obeying him and he's already losing feeling in his extremities. At least he managed to shield well enough to avoid anything hitting his head.

...A Gate, then. Leareth's concentration is already faltering, but he's very good at Gates. The threshold goes up just ahead of him, straining under the weight of rushing water.

Leareth's vision is starting to dim around the edges as he casts out the search-spell; there's a stabbing pain in his ribs when he tries to breathe, and he can't seem to get enough air. But...almost...there...

The search-spell lands wrong, somehow, twisting in a direction unfamiliar to him, but Leareth doesn't have time to try again. He builds the destination-threshold, thread by thread -

- and tumbles through, along with several hundred gallons of freezing water, onto the tiled floor of a hospital corridor.

What - where - ? Strange glowing rectangles blur in front of his eyes on the ceiling above him. Leareth manages to roll onto his side, still coughing, as running footsteps approach from the distance.