Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5824038-20150102102013

The man took the hair that Sander held out, and went over to the altar. He placed the hair on it, and then took out a long, curved knife. The other figure approached. From her posture and walk, it was obvious that she was a woman - and quite a young one.

She held out her slender arm, and the man sliced his blade across it. Blood dripped onto the altar, where it fizzed unnaturally. When the hair and the blood met, a strange ethereal light started to emanate from them. The candle flames rose higher. A shape started to etch itself onto the floor, and after a few seconds all could see that it was a pentagram.

The man started chanting in a low voice, in both Tamrielic and another, stranger, language. His voice rose, and a glowing white light appeared above the altar. A large hand came out of the light, and then the rest of the arm, followed by the entire body.

It was a 'man' in appearance, wearing only a loincloth. His muscled body was a dark grey colour, and his voice lookied distinctly like an Orc.

'Lord of Hardships, Lord of Pain, Lord of Vengeance!' the man chanted loudly. 'Malacath!' he screamed out, wildly.

The Daedric Prince looked around. He was transcliucent, showing that he was not really there. 'What is it you wish, little mortals?' he said in a deep growl.