Arrival: All Players
Steorra gritted his teeth as the dimensional transfer took place. He could already feel that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He just had no experience that could ever help guide him at a time like this. What was happening was a historical event not only for humanity, but for Steorra himself.
At first, the Grey outer light that suddenly had other aspects, like a horizon? - were clues that things had already begun to deviate from their calculations. And then the whole tower itself suddenly began to shake, like someone had picked up a rattle and waved it around a few times before setting it back down onto the ground, now bored. He was flung all over the place, but he quickly used wide-area time magic to create a field of slowed time, while he himself was hasted. This allowed him to avoid most of the hailstorm of furniture, decorations, and so on that were suddenly flying around after the tower-quake.
And then...then, as he sped toward the exit of his chambers, he suddenly feel to his knees as his time-warping magic was forcibly dispelled! No, not dispelled, but...shredded! There was some sort of dimensional wave or force that suddenly rippled throughout the tower - including through Steorra himself! And it shredded all his his active magic, while beginning to tear, warp, and stretch him from the inside-out on a metaphysical level! He felt it physically too, and thought for a moment his insides were going to rupture and that he would start to bleed in a mass of gore. But he would not have that! Not after having some so far, successfully, to a new reality. And so he fought back against the force.
However, pure dimensional energy was not something even he was acquainted with. It was something way theoretical, even for a mage like him whose powers were already pushing the bounds of arcane theory. This was way beyond that! So instead, he gathered all of his mystical power inward and used it to reinforce his physical and spiritual center, before wordlessly willing it to push back against the dimensional wave and instead try and take control of it, so that he could then make it stop.
And...that's where things really began to go wrong.
He fell to his knees, winded and gasping for air. He was able to repel the dimensional wave from himself and remain physically unharmed, but since he didn't understand what he was working with but merely threw all his power up like a coat or a buffer, the wave shregged and rended that instead! He cried out inn surprise as his power left him! and the exertion of it all caused a feedback surge to course through his body, which weakened him severely! And in the end, as he wobbled and shakily scrambled to his feet, he could feel that the vast majority of his innate magical foundation was simply gone. Not expended, but shredded and gone! And his physical body had grown enfeebled as well, as the effort of expending his inner magical core of power to save his life burnt him out.
And so he was alive and physically undamaged, but he was far from unharmed. But thankfully, he could feel the embers of his inner magic had survived. But he was now a shadow of his former self. A magister in name only.
". . . emergency . . . first floor hall . . ." he heard suddenly. And he knew he had to react. To do something. He had to reconvene with his magely colleagues, and figure out if they were okay. And so he stumbled onto the teleporter plate, and translocated down to the first floor.
17:07, Today: Steorra Tellurian rolled 5 using 1d6. Crisis Roll.
Result: No damage from crisis roll, but in some sort of precarious position soon.
"What on Earth..." he muttered as he saw the 4 prismatic slimes attacking the mages. He tried to cast a spell that would dislocate the slimes from time and shred them, but...nothing happened. His power really had diminished! At the very least, he called forth the power he had left and stoked the embers of his inner magical spark. The space around the slimes began to ripple slightly as he willed for them to become unnaturally slowed!
OOC: Utilizing generic defensive spells on this round, first to protect himself from any impending threats but if he was not in threat of immediate damage he would "defend other" on a different mage that was being targeted by the slimes, or Azrin otherwise.