[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Michael Bay & Quentin Tarantino Collab.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Ntaj, Ice, Exploding Skellies.[/indent][/center]

A beacon of knowledge blazing out,
Across a black sea of ignorance,
Harlek's Incantation of Incineration.

Why wizards so often had the urge to place their own name within a spell was clear. Those of great power had even greater egos, egos which were rightfully held with the vast powers some magi obtained. Some had powers to twist the planes within their hands and summon forth great elementals from the uncharted realms, others ignited the skies to hail rimefire and lightning, other still could make the very trees uproot and march upon a king and his army. And of course the necromancers, who had power over the veil of life and death itself. Such is the act of creating a spell and naming it after oneself in the magical world: a legacy for all others to remember the power which lends itself to your cast. For there is power in some names, and they say merely to speak of a famed magus' name was to invoke the cosmos to restore a portion of that magnus' power to be lent to the caste who speaks such a name. Of course, this is merely a theory.

Well, holding his ground against the ice was one thing, casting a spell was another. The consequences of this spell was not the best, However it was quite the illuminating display of sorcery. A pillar of radiant light, dropping down from the high heavens and breaking through the night. A cylinder to banish the shadows from before the wall, as if an attempt to keep back the dark creatures as well as show their numbers or anyone who was controlling them. The six feet diameter was fairly wide enough to certainly make anyone think twice before entering the zone of cosmic light. Anything beneath the beam was bathed in the splendor of the sun, yet soon pleasant warmth became sweltering discomfort, and then wrathful blazes. Solar flames akin to watching an ant burn beneath the focal point of a lens in daylight, painful and certainly damaging as the downpour of light came to a close.

The spell however was not quite done, as the zone of light persisted, no longer a cylinder from the sky but an illuminated area, the borders containing the remnants of the sunlight as they began to fade over the course of time. Anyone passing out of the zone created would feel the lingering powers for even more pain as the miniature balls of light softly lit the battlefield.

A new entity was summoned. So the red mist was...

But Thomas was in a daze, his head spinning as the blinked his eyes a few times trying to recover. It'll be done in a minute or so, but casting always took quite a lot out of him.