Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-3293219-20150603202920

Isaiah glanced down at the circle, his eyes remained fixed on it, on the pale, cold child at the center as he shivered a little, kneeling down to close up her wounds and restore her, so that the resurrection would go smoothly.

He held out the Black Soul gem, that Dacian had given him, staring it down and examining it as he let out another sigh. How did he, a priest, a man dedicated to healing, get here? Practicing a magic that defiles the dead?

He sighed, remember that it would be over quickly as he copied his predacessor, raising both arms in the air, out in front of him, palm up. He felt strange, cold, his skin felt like it was going to crawl right off of him, perfect for interracting with the dead but less so for the living.

The Redguard fixed his mind on a few days ago, remembering what Dacian said...

"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!"

Isaiah seemed put off as the room grew dark, the brightness of his Magelight faded, and it eventually went pitch black. If he didn't have a frame of reference, Isaiah would think that he did something wrong but his memories told him to persist. The Guardian Circle grew brighter and brighter, forming a glowing purple dome over Jessica's body, that swirled with violet magicka. The cavern whistled with bizarre wind-like noises, and Isaiah could have swarn that there were voices in the winds but that was often the case...

Now was the climatic moment, and it determined whether the soul would take hold, and restore the child...