by Nailah Weaver » Tue May 24, 2011 5:57 am
Somewhat disregarding the danger of the thorns Nailah lands on one of the halfway toppled stones forming the outer ring, the chaos of the ley-lines flickering around her. For a moment she hesitates but then the look of uncertainty fades and she thrusts her staff into the air with one hand and begins to chant, growing louder until she is shouting against the chaos, eyes closed.
"I am the uncreated god! Before me the dwellers in chaos are dogs, their chiefs merely wolves.
I gather the power from every place, from every person, faster than light itself.
Hail to her in the heavens who is strong even before the terror of the darkness.
She bestows upon me this power from every place, faster than the shadow follows the light!"
And as she chants strands of magic are slowly being pulled down from the twisting lines, wrapping around her staff.