Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150524182740/@comment-5543592-20150525183730

Dacian stepped back, out of the circle, and cleared his throat. He produced a Black Soul gem from his armor and gripped it tight in his left hand, before raising both arms in the air, out in front of him, palm up. His hands were already clammy and he could hear his blood pounding in his ears- never a good start. But when he spoke, his voice was strong and true

"I call upon Oblivion Realms, the home of those who are not our ancestors.   Answer my plea! As in death there is new life, in Oblivion there is a beginning for that which has ended.   I call forth that power!   Accept the soul that we offer!   As the sun ends the night, end the darkness of this soul, return life to the body you see before you!"

As Dacian spoke the room grew dark, the brightness of his Magelight faded, and everyone was nearly blinded by blackness. However, as that light left, the Guardian Circle grew brighter and brighter, forming a glowing purple dome over Kay's body, that swirled with violet magicka. The cavern whistled with bizarre wind-like noises, and if one listened close enough they could almost hear voices. Now was the climatic moment, and it determined whether the soul would take hold, and restore Kay...