Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161128020628

I turn to Jorge, my voice quick.

"Best of luck, old boy. Lótesse emme hir i-lai fie yare-ye na-our lú."

I run several steps away before thundering across the cavern in a bolt of violet lightning.

I take my place in front of the wall. I concentrate, my arms moving in a pattern, their movements at odd angles and unnatural. Invisible to all but those who have seen them before, a huge sigil begins to emerge, burning in the ethereal plane onto the stone. The sigil glows with a black malevolence, shuddering with the weight of the pact it represents. In a few seconds, it is complete.

My work done, I blast to another section of wall, this one high in the air. I hover in place as the sigil takes shape, my arms working again, but in a different pattern...