Erna
With Khallet's help, Erna drew the summoning octagon, a shape bordered with jagged and twisting geometrical patterns. Khallet murmured some words and the flames burned higher, their diabolical illumination sending shadows in a schizophrenic, mad dance.
There were a few shelves in the deep dark corner of the hall, stacked high with books. Khallet fetched the ones with the appropriate incantations, Erna found the page he wanted, and started chanting rapidly in daedric,
The summoning had begun.
Soon, hell would be unleashed.
OOC: The summoning can be indefinitely long, so folks can get their characters in place. Once you're ready I'll start the attack. I'm tempted to write it from Khallet's POV too-I've developed a soft spot for him.
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