"W-well then, here I go..." the boy moved closer to the half-ogre. "Ummm... excuse me," the words exit his mouth as a small squeak, clearly intimidated by the brutish figure hulking head and shoulders above him. He rummages through his pack before pulling out a strange-looking symbol (http://hydra-images.cursecdn.com/lol.gamepedia.com/a/ae/NiP_Logo.png) which he holds fast in one hand before closing his eyes for a moment and beginning to speak; "By ancient power of stars and sunlight, by the grand wonders of the of the dawn and dusk, by every figure that stands in the heavens above us and calls down to us from their zeniths of glory, let us share of a fraction of that power which they wield with their sacred grace." A pale hand extends out, and brushes the side of the half-orc's axe for a moment.<br/><br/>Mirran could see it in his mind's eye, the strange lines of power coursing through the universe, each ley line with its own radiance, its own color, each one unique and different. His mind reached out, and gathered the lines which came together through his voice. He let the words flow through him, about him, and into the lines, and with each word their colors and brightness pulsed for a moment, the power coming through hard and fast. He could feel it shooting through his body, up through his feet, trying to find something to shape it rather than fizzling out in an explosion that might tear it apart. He slowly raised the symbol above his head, and the energy coalesced there for a moment before finding its focus and form, changing into the shape he wanted. It then rushed down his other arm, having found its purpose, and into the half-orc's axe.<br/><br/>The weapon softly glows for a moment with a dim light before bursting into its full radiance, almost as though the half-orc were wielding a torch. Lines can be seen still softly moving through it, the power still coursing through the axe, sending a soft sensation down the wielder's arm almost like a kind of warm buzzing. A sheen of sweat covered Mirran's forehead from the exertion, which he quickly wiped away with an errant hand.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast Light (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/l/light) upon Ugnar's axe which now glows like a torch (20' illumination, +20' shadowy illumination).</div></div>