What happens now that we've found all ingredients?

Yes, yes, excellent work fahdonne, most excellent. All things are gathered, and now the delicate work can begin. Give me time, and I will have an incense prepared to call the spirit of Onikaan to us.

The preparations are complete. Huzrah, hearken to these words of old.

Cruel man, mighty priest, hearken now lord of Wisdom (Onikaan).

Lingrah saraan faal lingrah krosis ko fin nahlot nil. Munax meyz fin ahzid heyv deina kruziik rotiil.

Long has sorrow awaited in the void, bound to neither Shor nor Dov - a restless spirit forced to watch the world turn bitter cold. Of my part to play in our cruelties, I have naught to say but this - when Hunger devours and Faith consumes, what Wisdom is left to miss?

My brothers lived long, but not long enough to gain the powers that made me strong. There are few with greater grasp on mortality than the undead. Name me not Drog Onikaan or any Sahrot Munax Mun. Here I declare myself Onikiv, and leave my powers to you.

Hon dii zul!

Nox hi Onikiv. Hi fen kos dahmin fah eruvosse wah bo. Nax fen oblaan.