"Just for the record, this looks unsafe." Gregory commented. Jospeh scoffed at the triple image of his friend as he adjusted the circle of glowing green runes a final time.
"Look, I've been through this a couple of times, I know what I'm doing." he told the trio. "The only reason why it usually isn't done this way is because it burns through willpower like adventurers through cheap brew."
"More like, their red-clad wizard friend burns through cheap brew." the Gregories muttered.
"I heard that!" Joseph said, feigning insult. The fighters smirked at him.
"Besides, I am perfectly capable of holding my liquor." the wizard added, adjusting his pointy hat so it would stop wobbling in tune with the floorboards.
"Hence the reason you're currently hanging onto the table for dear life." snarked the Gregories.
"Am not!" To demonstrate, Joseph let go and took a few steps towards the only clear space in his father's workshop: That of the teleport circle itself. Now if only the room would just stop spinning so much, he could demonstrate his clarity more clearly. As he turned to face his friend again, the entire room lurched to the right nearly costing him his footing. Catching himself Joseph gave a jovial bow, as if he meant to tumble on purpose.
"See?" he said.
"Now to test-fire this thing. Just gimme a minute, the motions were something like this I think." Joseph said, as he wracked his brain for the proper activation rite. Slowly going through the motions and invocations, he finished just in time to see the entire room vanish in a dazzling arrange of colours normally associated with space-time going 'Wait, you want to WHAAA!?'.
As he hurtled through time and space, Joseph reflected that in hindsight test-running an activation spell while on top of a possibly unstable teleport array was a spectacularly bad idea. A light, brighter than the others, approached him, slowly at first but rapidly gaining speed. Hurtling through the ether, his red robe fluttering around him on non-existent winds, his last spoken words struck him as just plain… terrible.
Wizards routinely took to the skies while gesturing and shouting, but Joseph found this occasion unique nonetheless. Flailing his arms while screaming "SHIII-" at the top of his lungs, the collapsing teleport spell violently vomited him out into the regular plane with the force of a cannonball.
He awoke an estimated three seconds later with a close up view of a grassy knoll. Slowly extrapolating which way was up from the way the ground seemed to be oriented, he groggily got to his feet, taking a moment to observe his surroundings.
"-it." he finished his sentence. This, most definitely, was not the room he was aiming for. On the flip side, he was breathing, in one piece, and most importantly, still had his robe and hat.