Round and Round we go ...

Wasn’t it enough he was already rushing the Foci and now rushing the spell? ‘Olin’ This and ‘Olin’ That ... How about ‘Olin please don’t kill us all if this whole thing rebounds or breaks with us in the middle!’ At this point, Olin had to tune them all out if there was any hope for this to end with all ten fingers and toes intact.

The ground under them glowed the snow billowing in puffs as the wind kicked up more violently. The light condensed into runes around them in an imperfect circle.

Uh-oh.

The Rock in Olin's hand started to crack bits of stone flaking off and instead of falling to the ground floated up of simply remained suspended in the air drifting aimlessly.

The chanting crescendoed and the ground unceremoniously opened up as the party within the circle dropped into a watery vortex of light and rainbows. Olin suspended above the portal for a few more moments to allow those who hadn't made it yet … namely Erik … a precious moment or two to join them before he could no longer hold it open and trap them there.

That’s when the stone started to disintegrate.

Just to be clear that wasn’t good. That was bad.

Very, very bad.

In the blink of an eye the Foci, the object that acted as an anchor to their destination disintegrated. No longer able to hold the portal open Olin fell through and the portal shut behind with a crack and boom of thunder. Erik and Theo had been left behind and there was nothing Olin could do about it.

The ride through the bridge was normally a much more orderly affair. The best description as if it was a slide, you go in there is a fun moment of exhilaration as you sped through space and time before coming out the other end. That is if everything went right.

This was more like white water rafting without the rafts! The very walls keeping the party safe from spiraling out into the multiverse where at best unstable and one good hit would scatter them across the Nine realms if they were lucky. Magical cosmic energies passed through the walls creating eddies and counter flows flinging the party about.

Fractures formed along the walls grew. The situation was growing dire and Olin was going to have to do something he was most likely going to regret when they landed.

The Skratti rocketed ahead of the group long familiar on how to move through the bridge. He turned and worked to wrestle against the winds bending them to his will and help guide the party into a more orderly fashion. Thus preventing more dan-

‘Oh, right I lost the Foci ... ‘ The starting thought hit him as he saw the abrupt end of the bridge coming. “Change of plans!” He shouted.

The magic Olin was calling on was making his bones ache as he wove the air into a cyclone in the middle of the bridge. It was an act of desperation as they were all ejected out of the bridge. The cyclone was small and tight keeping the group together even if it was spinning them about like some poorly constructed amusement park ride. The landing though was not gentle and the party was scattered about with Olin in the center handing landed a little harder than he would have liked.

Magic still burned through his body, runes glowing brightly under his skin and even his eyes glowed with the overabundance of magic. Olin struggled to stand breathing hard.

“Oh, that's not good.” he repeated looking around before his vision doubled and tripled. He wasn’t sure when hit the ground giving the world deemed it fit to move without him. “Oooo my head.” He warbled punch drunk.