Not all the bones were identifiable. Some were easily recognizable human bones, some were animal bones, others were... Well, like many within the company, not of this world. It seemed the laws of necromancy applied to otherworldly bodies. There were other worlds now, they could be sure, but what about death? Did they all go to the same place? The spirit of inspiration was catching, and, perhaps Charles adn Ariel were both able to recognize and infer more about the bones than they normally would. This one was human-like for it is almost a femur but with too much of a curve... This bone was the throat of the dog, more cartilaginous than a human bone, though it was not the bones original purpose the undead-dog was able to use this bone to create it's clicking-bark... Things like that.

As Vata meditated and summoned the Spirit of Inspiration to the castle, they might all feel something stir within them. Some people were more inclined to creativity than others, art was an important bridge between what was real and what was imagined. An artist used a medium to convey a statement that was to evanescent for conventional communication. Magicians also understood that they needed to bridge the divide between real and un-real. They used art too. 

Under the snow there were three circles. Two were visible. 

The white chalk was mostly blown away by the chaos of the event, and the weather. What symbols could be seen were beautiful and intricate sigils, sprawling alchemical mandalas. Yet, once the Spirit of Inspiration began to touch each member of the team, they could more easily see the correlation of partial symbols. It was somehow familiar. Something like [i]If I were to make a magic circle, of course I would stand here...[/i] then they would look down below their and notice scorch marks on the cracked flagstones. The outer circle had the most scorch marks around it, a black corona etched out on the frosted flagstones. This outer circle was a clear boundary, or, it was supposed to be. That boundary was most certainly broken. What was within the circle was too strong to be contained. 

The next circle in also had white chalk, but, red streaks stained the flagstones. These symbols were largely in tact with the assistance of a simple backlight, for, the red was not paint but blood. The symbols were jagged and rough. This was a circle of necromancy. Dimitri, who talked about the flow of life-force would feel very disturbed by this middle circle, Danya as well. The intent of necromancy was simple enough, to suck back life-force and corrupt it, trade it for what should be gone for good. This circle was meant to summon.

The last circle might require more time and meditation. It was never drawn with chalk or blood or with any material tool or art. [i]Only[/i] the other worlders would guess that there might even be a third circle drawn tightly around the sacrificial alter. 

Twain rolled in after some time, after the snow was cleared and the hard work was done. "What did I miss?" he asked with a grin.

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Wolfe and Vaughtar, as reported by Natasha, would see movement in the snow. Something dipping in and out of the snow. He could wait to see if it got closer, or move to investigate.