Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-5543592-20150602201431

Dacian extended out his hand, towards the Redguard, his palm hovering over the medallion.

"Take a deep breath." Dacian suggested. His hand glowed, not warmly, but a harsh piecing purple light, that hurt your eyes if you looked directly at it.

After first nothing happen.

Then magicka began to flow from Dacian- out of his nose, mouth, and eyes. His eyes themselves glowed brightly purple. The magicka flowed into Isaiah's own nose, eyes, and mouth, and it felt like he was drinking fire. Like he was being cooked alive.