A Dagger for a Friend

"Erik there is not time, leave the beast be and come." Tiella screamed as she saw the macabre display. This was twice now that Erik had seemed to drag himself from the dark abyss of death, seemingly in the grip of something beyond his control. Most of the others were inside now and Kespin was calling for them to gather. Cali and Balar remained without trying to calm the giant and deal with the wolf.

The inside of the Sepulcher was a domed hall with what looked like a mirror formed from dark magics slicing through its centre. Kespin was instructing the others. Jorriks body had already been laid on one of the stone tables set around the room. Tiella could see the others now through the reflection of the magical mirror as the witch guided them to lie upon the the other stone tables. It seemed that as they did they immediately fell asleep, frost forming over them.

First Majvoc, then Luna...Tiella gasped in disbelief! While their bodies remained inert this side of the veil their reflections rose from the tables on the other side.

"Quit gawping and help calm the giant, we need that sword!" Kespin called to her.

Tiella stood torn, what could she do? The Jotun was a force of nature and he seemed lost to his power. The only thing she could think was to try to siphon some of it away and bring the giant back to himself. Darting forward she drew her blade and plunged it into Eriks leg as Cali moved forward to deal with Naurfast.

The power was unbelievable... it... it could swallow the world. She screamed as she fell back into a horror filled oblivion. She just hoped it had been enough to bring Erik back to them, they needed him now more that ever.

OOC: There that should do it :) Sorry about that Esimed and by the way, you are one sick puppy ;)