~Dhormium gasps as he remembers the lessons he was taught by the elder clerics at home, the Hold, “I wonder how it is, at home. Yes, Marcus is right, pair up is the safest way. But I have a trick up my sleeve”. Dhormium starts a pray which starts in Latin but later turns into his own tongue, while speaking his prayer he makes a clear step forward, almost presenting himself, he holds his battleaxe not as a weapon but more as a relic, holding it higher and higher until he has his stretched arms over his head, the higher the axe rises so does the loudness of his voice~
“The walking dead, those who have lived, died but continued to remain on this plane, souls that have not departed, trapped in their dead bodies and ordered to remain. I offer you freedom, I bring you death, I bring you rest. Clangeddin Silverbeard, God of dwarves, send these lost souls away, let them rest and be gone!”
Ooc: walk into the room as good as I can and start to turn undead