Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-25547106-20160219232902

The incantation carried on for minutes, only the last minute or so showing any form of progress. The now thick white chalk marks sparked to life, releasing bolts of electricity along the pattern. Armstrong's chanting grew more audible, as though he were no longer coaxing out the magic, but now commanding it to obey his will. He releases his grip upon his book, it now floating into the air as he rises to stand. Armstrong spreads his arms, releasing one more repetition of the incantation, this tme as though demanding the spell to succeed. "Nuade Seanf Shio! Dos Di Jedark! Troth Udoka!" he shouts, the ritual circle now erupting into light. The light blasted upwards, spreading itself apart into a guyser of arcane power. The magic lurched downward, forming a perfect hemisphere overtop of the group, solidifying into a physical barrier of arcane force.