Dennis
Relief flooded the entity inside the shard. *He who accompanies you is a liar.* She said outright. *Be cautious of him...* The soft whispery feminine voice in her mind would caution. *He keeps us prisoner here.* The voice would reply at Nerissa's questions. She knew that this may be her only opportunity in a while for any chance of freedom fo her and her kin. One of the dark crimson crystals would flcker with light, perhaps only just enough for a flicker of a shadow to be seen. 

Was that a shadow?

It may or may not have had a reptillian shape as it winked in and out. 

*Please... I will tell you anything you wish to know. But hurry. We do not have much time.* She urged. *My clan grows weaker by the day... I fear that if we are here much longer there will be no chance for dragons to be in the world again..." The voice grew sad and quiet and a feeling of despair would wash across Nerissa's mind.
Reba
Silently, Nerissa felt a deep pain in her chest as she suddenly had to make a grave decision. She relished in the crystal shards voice and felt the pain of despair wash her body, making her feel heavy guilt. She felt stuck between two evils, who could she exactly trust? Ram was someone she met not too long ago, strange and a bit secretive *Or* This crystal shard that pleaded for help. She knew perhaps she could be making the gravest mistake of all so with a quick flinch, she turned to Ram and flinched a bit. A part of her felt, horrid for what betraying the other and a part of her would feel just as bad if she didn't heed the crystals warning. Worst case of it all, the entity in the crystal deceived her and she just killed someone innocent. She grimaced and reluctantly, she had chose her decision and she began to close her eyes , her finger tips slowly turning a shade of dark midnight black. Her eyes were no longer friendly, they filled with black as her energy became dark and her eye sockets pale skin turning into the colors her fingers were. "I'm sorry Ramuchakulan but I believe it is fate that we part here. Perhaps I'm making the wrong decision, but rightfully so I'll take this path." She spoke out, almost as if two voices spoke into one. Nerissa had called upon the creature that guided her through her death and back, the shadowy figure showed itself through black mist like shadows that emitted itself from the woman's body. She raised her hand outward to Ram, and motioned towards her in a quick motion with a clenched fist. She had began the process of taking Ram's life force to herself and the shadow within her. Her eyes empty and soul less as she could feel this new essence blessing every inch of her body with more and more..

"Allow me to take your soul peacefully Ram, I'll carry it safely with me. Perhaps we can chat while you're a spirit.. Now embrace death." She cackled, her personality quickly changing to someone foul and relentless which usually *Wasn't* Nerissa's type of mojo. Partial to blame on the little shadow friend that now accompanied Nerissa. With this newfound decision and power, the black on Nerissa's finger tips slowly creeped towards the middle of her arms and the blackened veins on her face slowly crept down her cheeks. She had made her decision.
Jeffrey
Ramuchakulan had been using an ancient method imbued by the Eldest of dragons to become imposing while revealing one of the most well-preserved secrets in Eluaria, causing both himself to seem to grow in size and scope while also causing Nerissa's mind to view things as if she were shrinking. As she took the Dragonsworn's soul, all of that would revert back to the reality of the situation at hand and Nerissa's senses were immediately restored to normal. 

The pulsing red crystals remained, the ground beneath them still vented trailers of steam, but as Ram gasped in surprise and fell back away from her hand to topple lifelessly to the ground, the room would suddenly seem less intense, more normalized. 

The shadows in one of the crystals in particular swirled with restless activity, while in Nerissa's mind, the very strange spirit that had been the ribbed figure shrieked in insane terror. ~*What are you ***Doing***?! You have doomed us all! The work must be continued or these creatures will be freed!*~
Dwight
As the figures lifeless body toppled to the ground, Nerissa grimaced and took a deep breath as she tried to orientate herself though she wasn't exactly back to her normal self quite yet. A yelling, painful voice in her head made her grab her temples and let out a small grumble of protest. "I was told my these things you kept captive that *You* Were the one that I couldn't trust. What the hell do you mean?" She spoke out in frustration, she technically *Could* Resurrect Ram to proceed the rite *But* She didn't know the circumstances and what exactly she was dealing with at the moment. Nerissa squeezed her temples more as she felt the life force in her dwindling, her body almost shaking from having a bit *Too* Much within her. "Even if I could proceed the rite, I wouldn't know what to do and if I could keep my own damn life if I were to resurrect you. I would have to put my own life at risk to do that, I would be.. *Weak*.." She trailed off as the inner evil in her switched in, she gave out a laugh. "I wasn't even told anything from the start now you sit here as a spirit. Who is to say the world *Doesn't* Deserve doom. It would perhaps be *Mercy*!" The woman yelled out opening her arms in a grand gesture, taking a deep breath in. "Answers now, ANSWERS" She shrieked as she spoke to both Ram and the crystal that swirled with shadows.