[i]"... nec shrla gopa namous slivintu avrinti zefphros da kla framinit sha. Oosha langa abinni nec ros ma. Lah manous refah!"[/i] Cael echoed the necromancer with pinpoint accuracy. As he chanted, absolutely nothing aesthetically special happened. After all, he was merely providing aid for the necromancer as they chanted the spell.

[b]The eye animated, swiveling around as the blood began to boil. As the incantation continued, the blood came alight with flame, the eye moved up out of the groove and hung in the air at head height. The blood boiled even more violently, as an awful black and red smoke rose from the flame and condensed around the eye on a large ball, eventually a large Column reaching the table. Brü finished the incantation with a large clap towards the smoke, which split the large column, blowing away smoke to show a hazy outline of the elder, not clearly defined but recognizable. His left socket contained the eye, hanging there.[/b] [i]"...state your name..."[/i] [b]The Necromancer commanded the spirit in his normal whisper.[/b]

The spirit replied in a hoarse, raspy voice, deep yet old and frail. [i]"... my name is E'entul Lee, necromancer,"[/i] The elder's spirit replied. It looked over at Cael, who had obviously stopped chanting and stood their, stone face. Rage formed in the spirit's left eye. [i]"And you... you should be the one dead, and rotting in hell, you accursed...[/i] thing[i]!"[/i] The elder's voice grew in volume, and a look of annoyance appeared on Cael's face. [i]"Be quiet, you dead old man, and do what this necromancer says before I tear the eyes out of your dead child's head and feed them to the man-eating rats.... Rat food. What all of you should have been born as."[/i] The elder fell silent, looking back at Eurrjsjsbrbru.

[i]"...E'entul Lee. by the vile art of which I practice, I bind your spirit to thine own eye."[/i] [b]And with that, he plucked the eye out from the smoke, leaving it eyeless.[/b] [i]"...you cannot leave this realm till this eye is no more. I place this anchor upon you against your will, and of mine own suffering. I bind this eye to mine own, so that thou may not leave. I do this against your will and of mine own suffering."[/i] [b]He gently pulled on his eye that was hanging out, stretching the connecting tissue enough to shove the eye into his own socket, where it started swiveling of its own accord.[/b] [i]"...thou art mine now. Thou shalt answer the boy's questions or face continued existence in this realm."[/i] [b]He turned to the Cael.[/b] [i]"ask your questions"[/i]