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Dorian wasn't sure how long he hung there, dangling from the edge of the high tower roof like a less-than-graceful cat. Long enough for his arms to burn with the strain. Certainly long enough for him to realize he wasn't getting out of this easily.
He mentally flipped through all the spells he knew and the gadgets he kept on-hand. None of them seemed like good options. He could maybe slow his fall so he'd just be broken from neck to toes instead of a bright smear against the stones, but that hardly sounded any better. And despite the fact that he was a mage in his very last hours of training--and quite an accomplished one at that, if he felt up to bragging--there was very little that would give him the momentum he needed to swing to the safety of the walkway.
He was well and truly fucked.
"Well," Dorian said, trying once again to drag himself up to the lip of the steep roof--and nearly losing his grip and his life as the loose tiles slid beneath his hand, "this is an embarrassing way to die."
He mentally flipped through all the spells he knew and the gadgets he kept on-hand. None of them seemed like good options. He could maybe slow his fall so he'd just be broken from neck to toes instead of a bright smear against the stones, but that hardly sounded any better. And despite the fact that he was a mage in his very last hours of training--and quite an accomplished one at that, if he felt up to bragging--there was very little that would give him the momentum he needed to swing to the safety of the walkway.
He was well and truly fucked.
"Well," Dorian said, trying once again to drag himself up to the lip of the steep roof--and nearly losing his grip and his life as the loose tiles slid beneath his hand, "this is an embarrassing way to die."
