<div class="floatright">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hmvqx2TQ0ik/TFxqamUmFsI/AAAAAAAABOc/0Y6ET1Q00nc/s1600/anime_boy1.jpg)</div>"Be brave... be brave..." Merrin whispers to himself. The light from the half-orc's axe is a little dim, throwing shadows and dim reflections off of the cave and the two goblins they had caught there. He swallowed heavily and tried to concentrate, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathered up the lines of energy. With one hand he held the focus which kept the energies from bursting within his body, with the other he turned swiftly around in a circle, a brilliant line of yellow energy forming where his hand pointed around just an inch above the ground. Still keeping his concentration, he began to intone words of power that ring throughout the cave entrance, sending shivers through the backs of the uninitiated.<br/><br/>"The stars and light are formed from the infinite cosmos. In our time of need, we beseech you, lend us your aid. If our morale falls, uplift us. If we fail and fall, pick us back up. While your power lasts and your light yet reaches us, help us to defeat our foe and ruin his plans in his house of worship. May thy name ever be upon our lips, that we might fight on." The words come naturally, with no real intent or meaning behind them, strange things whispered into his ear and coming out his mouth with almost no volition of his own as he works more off of instinct than intent. A bright symbol, a circle encircled with words and within with runes springs up before him before a jet of light springs forth from the middle of the circle before splitting into four different parts, each of moving quickly to the top their heads; Ugnar, Lyssa, Aellon, and lastly Mirran's head, and a soft rain of golden light scatters onto them. Each feels a sense of renewed hope and purpose, ready to defeat any that would stand in their way.<br/><br/>The lights fade about him, both the runed circle before and the glowing line about him, and suddenly he pants, almost falling against the rock face beside him, face pasty white and chest heaving at the exertion. "I--I hope th-that's enough..." he trails off, barely catching himself from collapsing against the crude wall close by.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> 13 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4202463/)<br/><br/>Casting the Bless (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/b/bless) spell.</div></div>