Probably, though there are also probably at least a few obscure items in the mystery mixture. If resurrection was easy everyone would do it. When Peter tries to play it off as otherwise, he laughs.
"Come on."
He leads Peter on, torn on whether to hurry in light of Nightfall or take his time so that he doesn't rush this and mess it up. He fidgets at his belt where he's tied a series of pouches. The first flat bit of path they find, and he's kneeling to start drawing the circle in with that chalk. After so much practice, he can do it well. From his jacket pocket he pulls the first slip of paper, cross-referencing the symbols, their shape and size. He fills and surrounds the circle with so many runes that from above he's sure it would look like a great black spot in the earth.
"Don't scuff this," He warns, taking careful steps back himself. He tucks the slip of paper away, exchanging it for another.
The incantation isn't English or Spanish. Frankly, he's not sure what it is, having only been able to work it out using other spell reverse engineered to help him read it. But he reads it out, scattering first the dust, then the asphodel in spots outside the circle. The mixture is dotted around the line of the circle.
"Step inside," He commands, scattering the cempasuchils around the circle, especially towards the center where Peter will stand. "And drink this," he adds, pulling out the tiniest vial and handing it to Peter. "Don't worry, it's sweet. Especially to our kind."
He steps back, scans over his work for any flaw, then lets out a breath. Okay. Okay... Time to do this.
Once Peter's in the circle, he kneels again. He presses his hand flat to the lines he's drawn. Once, long ago, he'd shown Peter a trick to work magic around blight. He'd made a light. It was a pitiful weak little light that flickered out quick with his perpetual exhaustion, but he did it. Now, after so much work, he can do much more.
"I want you to think about what you're doing this for. Who. Everyone's who's mattered to you, everything that makes you want to live, I want you to call it up in your mind and hold onto it. I want you to pour every ounce of your will into this, into living. That's how this is going to work. Are you ready?"
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"Come on."
He leads Peter on, torn on whether to hurry in light of Nightfall or take his time so that he doesn't rush this and mess it up. He fidgets at his belt where he's tied a series of pouches. The first flat bit of path they find, and he's kneeling to start drawing the circle in with that chalk. After so much practice, he can do it well. From his jacket pocket he pulls the first slip of paper, cross-referencing the symbols, their shape and size. He fills and surrounds the circle with so many runes that from above he's sure it would look like a great black spot in the earth.
"Don't scuff this," He warns, taking careful steps back himself. He tucks the slip of paper away, exchanging it for another.
The incantation isn't English or Spanish. Frankly, he's not sure what it is, having only been able to work it out using other spell reverse engineered to help him read it. But he reads it out, scattering first the dust, then the asphodel in spots outside the circle. The mixture is dotted around the line of the circle.
"Step inside," He commands, scattering the cempasuchils around the circle, especially towards the center where Peter will stand. "And drink this," he adds, pulling out the tiniest vial and handing it to Peter. "Don't worry, it's sweet. Especially to our kind."
He steps back, scans over his work for any flaw, then lets out a breath. Okay. Okay... Time to do this.
Once Peter's in the circle, he kneels again. He presses his hand flat to the lines he's drawn. Once, long ago, he'd shown Peter a trick to work magic around blight. He'd made a light. It was a pitiful weak little light that flickered out quick with his perpetual exhaustion, but he did it. Now, after so much work, he can do much more.
"I want you to think about what you're doing this for. Who. Everyone's who's mattered to you, everything that makes you want to live, I want you to call it up in your mind and hold onto it. I want you to pour every ounce of your will into this, into living. That's how this is going to work. Are you ready?"