Karoselah Charbonneau

Kari set the brass bowl down in the center of the black altar.   She tossed in the herb bundle and chicken bones followed by the rune stones. Each crystal carved with a rune was dropped into the bowl where they tinged against the bottom of the bowl.

Armed with chalk in hand, Kari started the next step.  She carefully drew the summoning rune on the hard stone floor.  How many times had she done this?  Thirty?  Fifty? Her hand waved across the surface with practiced ease as she finished this step.

“Fa ta lue, Sand tagra con ishla rue domin ra.”   Kari chanted out and drug her ritual blade across her palm.   She squeezed her hand over the bowl, bleeding those precious crimson drops.

With the final step, she grabbed a pinch of firesand and threw it into the bowl.  First came the sparks then suddenly the bowl burst into flames of unnatural glow.

The air suddenly grew thick, and there was a subtle rumble within the room, just enough to clatter glass and shake the alter. The disruption had only lasted a moment before a giant cloaked figure appeared in the corner of the room. A low and deep cackle escaped the newfound being.

Slowly he had begun to speak. There was power in his voice as he spoke. “Who has brought me…” he paused and scanned the room for a moment, before setting bright red eyes onto Kari. “...here?” He stood silently as he grinned wickedly behind his shadow hidden face, his eyes burned into her as he waited.