[ He had to get out of here! He couldn't stay in this crazy Castle, people needed him back home! He was sure that his people could manage for a bit, but that dark presence he had been feeling... what if it came? What would they do? He shuddered at the thought and he knew he had only one choice. He had to try and leave this place.
He had mulled over how to do it for the past several days, realizing that there was no external source of magic for him to draw on, no nodes. He would have to do it with the magic he currently have stored, and he had to hope that would be enough. He debated on what construct to use as well, and finally decided that the front door of the Castle would be best. It was the most frequently used, big, and solid. He hoped that would help what he planned.
He went down when he thought there might be the least traffic, staring at those doors from the outside, trying to hold back his fears. Gates were not fun for him, but he felt Yfandes' reassuring presence in the back of his mind and behind him physically. Closing his eyes, he began to set the spell, feeling it work into the wood of the doors, the metal. It would transform, get them a way home...
Pain! Uncontrollable, insurmountable, devastating pain. It lanced through every nerve in his body, made him feel like he was going to come apart at any moment. He would rather explode than endure this.
The magic he had built up disappeared and he dropped to the ground, writhing, screaming as the pain consumed him, magic backlashing into him, squeezing him with a needle on every part of his skin. Beside him Yfandes was braying, he knew trying to do her best to take some of his magic, but it was no use, their connection frazzled by the pain.
So he writhed and screamed, and prayed for a black out. ]