Casting Detection of Magick required only an owl’s eye as material component. The sorcerer pinched a dried eye, gestured, muttered the incantation, and turned in a circle. Faint emanations of Magick appeared in an area in the dense red forest to his right. Otherwise, the area was devoid of Magick. The shimmering rectangular light stood out in the sea of reds, yellows, and oranges. Morlecainen brought out the Orb of Dark Knowledge, used his knife to cut his index finger, and allowed his blood to drip onto the orb. The sorcerer muttered,” I give to you my life’s blood. I ask of you how I may return.”
The sorcerer the eased over to the rectangle, held the orb in the direction of the shimmering light, hazarded a peek into the rectangle, and saw green grassy ground. An image formed with in the orb and words entered his mind. “Donothor lies before you. Traversing the Gate requires Protection from Magick.”
Morlecainen reached into his robe, removed a piece of dried bark, uttered a brief incantation, and chewed the bark. The sorcerer felt the familiar prickly sensations associated with the Protection of Magick Spell which he had known and cast proficiently since boyhood. He gingerly placed a finger into the shimmering light. He felt warmth, then the sensation of cool damp air on the other side. He placed one foot into the shimmering light and then stepped through with the other foot… thump!
The sorcerer fell the distance from the gate to the ground and hit hard. The Gate was about the height of an average man above the ground.
He grimaced and cursed his clumsiness. “Fool!” The only thing injured was his pride. He held up the Orb. The doorlike outline shimmered about six feet above the ground. A simple Levitation Spell would work. He threw a small feather into the air and muttered another brief incantation. He slowly began to rise into the air and reached the base of the Gate. The towers of the dark black-gray castle at the base of a great mountain appeared in the distance. Unseen forces pulled him through the shimmering door-like shape. From Donothor side the gate was evident only by Detection of Magick. The Detection of Magick and the Protection from Magick spells that he had cast were still in force. From the other side, the shimmering lights were nigh blinding.
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