Poke.
Poke poke.
Poke.
If anyone passed by they would see a man poking an unconcious native of Pax with a sheathed katana, it seemed that he was bored. As if he was just walking around and happened upon the sleeping male. "Ooo, a dead species I have yet to meet.. I wonder if I can resurrect it." The katana wielding mad man said aloud to himself, with a wave of his hand the dirt above the body exploded upwards filling the nearby area with soil. The clouds above seemed to grow darker, not a sound could be heard.. It seemed that all the animals had left the nearby area.
"Eno daed esira." The mad man chanted the word backwards, a dark light shining from his eyes, black smoke exiting his mouth like a sentient fog. Flying through the air lazily towards the dead body that was now uncovered. "Arise dead one." He continued, the words now in their proper order. The black smoke now beginning to enter the corpse through the mouth, with each small amount of smoke that entered the dead body it seemed to be more..more alive. Decayed tissue regenerating, mold and scavenging insects seemed to disappear.
Before long there was a perfectly healthy body in a grave, it seemed that whoever it was, was just unconcious. "Hm.. I've resurrected the body.. Now to return the spirit." The apparent Necromancer announced, producing a vial of viscous red liquid from his pockets. It seemed to be blood, but it was too syrupy..
"Uoy ot llac I." He chanted once more, pouring the blood like mixture over the body. Every time a drop hit the alive yet dead person a pulse of energy went through the land, it was a beacon. A beacon to the dead. "I call to you." The Necromancer said the chant in it's true order.
"Wake up." He sa- no ordered the person laying in the grave, not even a second goes by before the body begins to breath and opens its eyes.
(I are in your planets, resurrecting people.)
