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The Raise Dead spell allows a Cleric to resurrect a dead adventurer. When used successfully it can result in significant experience gain for the Cleric (up to approximately 400-500 points.)
Note that it can be dangerous to cast Raise Dead without having at least a bonus of 100 in Spiritual Mana Control. Excluding enhancives, this generally means 24 ranks of Spiritual Mana Control.
Linking
The first step is establishing a spiritual link to the body by casting Well of Life at the corpse. After 15 seconds of roundtime (and any desired rites or rituals), the Cleric may cast Raise Dead at the body. The Cleric will sustain heavy roundtime (35-45 seconds), and both the Cleric and the recently resurrected will be stunned. Failure to cast Well of Life before casting Raise Dead (as well as casting Raise Dead on oneself) will cause a spiritual backlash and a significant stun.
After the resurrection the Cleric remains linked to the person. If, for any reason, during this time the person dies again the Cleric receives this message:
You have a foreboding sense of darkness enveloping your soul as you realize Player has died while both of you are still soul linked!
You can sense the tugging of Player's soul clinging on to life, pulling you headlong into the long dark.
It takes every ounce of spiritual energy you have to sever the link and claw yourself back to the world of the living!
You feel empty and torpid, unable to focus your spiritual self.
Once this occurs the Cleric temporarily loses the ability to resurrect the dead.
Healing
A prudent cleric makes sure the corpse is not bleeding prior to casting the spell; most people that are dead have a good reason for doing so, and failure to fix this (by calling upon the services of an Empath, use of POURable herbs, or simply TENDing the wounds with the First Aid skill) could result in the newly-arisen meeting a second death - before the link between Cleric and client drops. If that happens, the Cleric will be unable to use Well of Life, and therefore be unable to cast Raise Dead successfully, for one hour.
Costs
Casting Raise Dead will drain the caster of spirit points, based upon the maximum spirit of the target and the degree of training in the Cleric Base Spells the Cleric possesses.
- At 18 ranks, the spell is Raise Dead and costs 75% of the target's maximum spirit, and restores them to 1 health and spirit.
- At 25 ranks, the spell is Life Restoration and costs 50% of the target's maximum spirit. This stronger version of Raise Dead grants the newly-arisen 10% of maximum health and spirit.
- At 40 ranks, the spell is Resurrection and costs 25% of the target's maximum spirit, and restores the target to 50% of maximum health. This will also cost the cleric 40 mana.
Attempting to cast Raise dead with insufficient spirit points may result in either a spell failure or a spirit death for the cleric involved.
Chrism Raising
Using a chrism gem on the body, activated by WAVING it at the body, along with Raise Dead will allow the deader to retain some, even up to all, of his or her experience that he or she had when dying. The base chrism gem raise will allow the body to retain 50% of their experience, and every seed increase in Blessing lore after that retains an additional 5%, up to 100% at 65 Blessing lore ranks. The base lore required to create a chrism gem used in raising is: 25 ranks Spiritual Lore, Religion; 10 ranks of Spiritual Lore, Blessings; and 15 ranks of Spiritual Lore, Summoning. (This can be achieved at level 25 with 2x training in lores.)
Messaging
Liabo Arkati
- Moisture beads on the skin of Cleric and Body as the former's eyes cloud over with the darkness of a rising storm. Power builds upon the air, causing the hair upon your arms to rise, and as Cleric utters the last words of his spell you hear the rumble of thunder in his voice. The rolling sound collides with Body's prone form, its very touch creating a brilliant flash that suffuses her in raw spiritual energy.
- Musically, though lyric free, Cleric begins a soft chant in petition to her deity. Rising from the air around her, the sweet sound of a lute begins to accompany her and you discover that the very air seems alive with it. Reaching outward, Cleric touches Body on the lips and the blended sounds burst into a wordless chorus that surges between the pair in a shower of colorful lights.
- Chanting slowly, the sound reminiscent of cogs moving through a large machine, Cleric gazes down at Body with a sense of greater understanding in his eyes. Briefly touching upon Body's forehead, Cleric reignites the spark of life within himself.
- Breathing slowly on the heels of he chanting, Cleric's gaze grows distant for several moments. With the grace of a doe lapping water at a brook, he gaze falls to Body and a rush of energy briefly flows between them causing Body to return to life.
- Slowly exhaling the last syllable of his chant, Cleric closes his eyes for several moments. Upon opening his eyes, hundreds of images appear to hover over the prone form of Body. Each image is different from that of the woman that lays lifeless. With firm conviction, Cleric pulls at one of the images in the air and slowly coaxes Body's ghostly form back into her body. The film slips from Cleric's eyes as Body is filled with the breath of life.
- Deep and resonating, you feel the chant that falls from her lips and watch as she is filled with the strength of her faith. She crouches beside Body and gently lifts him into her arms. Cleric's muscles swell with the power of her deity, and she cradles him close to her chest. Strength and life flood from Cleric's body into Body's, but Cleric suddenly seems weakened by the experience and is forced to her knees. With a soft sigh, Cleric still manages to lay Body gently back down.
- With each passing moment during Cleric's slow chant, his eyes flutter rhythmically. He folds his right arm and rests his chin upon his hand, then gazes down at the lifeless corpse of Body, as if contemplating his existence. Blinking once, Cleric thrusts his hand over Body, and crackling raw power flows from Cleric's fingertips into Body.
- With each passing moment during your slow chant, the thrum of power begins to flood your very being, pulsing through your veins like crackling electricity. The overwhelming sensation liberates your mind from the trivial details of mortal life. You fold your right arm over and rest your chin upon your hand while gazing down at the lifeless corpse of Body, contemplating his existence. Blinking once, you thrust your hand over Body, and the raw power escapes your body through your fingertips, flowing into him.
- With each passing moment during Cleric's slow chant, his eyes flutter rhythmically. He folds his right arm and rests his chin upon his hand, then gazes down at you, as if contemplating your very existence. Blinking once, Cleric thrusts his hand over you, and crackling, raw power flows from Cleric's fingertips into your body, jolting you back to life.
- Thin at first, a fine layer of rime coats Cleric's hands and fingertips. The hoarfrost smoothly glides across the space between Cleric and Body, turning to a light powder in the open air. The white substance clings to Body's eyelashes and cheeks for a moment before it becomes charged with spiritual power, then it slowly melts away.
- Lifting her finger, Cleric begins to chant and draws a series of conjoined circles in the air. Each circle turns to mist and takes on a different hue - white, blue, black, red, and green. As the last ring is completed, she spreads her fingers and gently allows the tips to touch each color and pushes the misty creation towards Body. A shock of energy courses through Cleric's body as the mist seeps into Body's chest and life is slowly returned to his body.
- Rich and lively, the scent of wild flowers suddenly fills the air as Cleric finishes he chant, and an aura of energy forms a rose-hued nimbus around himself. Lifting his fingers, Cleric gently touches Body's brow and the nimbus drains away from Cleric as it fills Body with life.
- Rich and lively, the scent of wild flowers suddenly fills the air as you finish your chant, and you feel alive with the energy of spring. With renewal at your fingertips, you gently touch Corpse on the brow and revel in the sweet rush of energy that passes through you into her.
- A pleasant warmth encircles Cleric's body with a golden nimbus that is reminiscent of a rising sun, her features softened by its presence. As she lifts her right palm you notice a fierce energy fill her hand. The light, driven by Cleric's will, slants in thin lines from her hand across your face and fills you with the vigorous life of a burning sun.
- Weaving her hands as she speaks the words of her prayer, Cleric is momentarily mesmerized by the silver nimbus that her movements create. The world around you takes on a dream-like quality and the nimbus at Cleric's fingertips turns into the image of a slender blade. Grasping it by the hilt, Cleric plunges the silver light into Body's chest and the shock of its impact fills Body with life. As Body draws her first breath, the blade becomes ethereal and disperses into the air.
- Weaving your hands as you speak the words of your prayer, you are momentarily mesmerized by the silver nimbus that your movements create. The world around you takes on a dream-like quality and the nimbus at your fingertips turns into the image of a slender blade. Grasping it by the hilt, you plunge the silver light into Body's chest and feel the shock of impact tear the blade from your hands. As Body draws the breath of life into her lungs, the blade becomes ethereal and disperses into the air.
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Lornon Arkati
- Shadows shift and roll around Weryn as his lips part in a soft chant that is no louder than a gentle purr. Taking on definition and contrast, the shadows around Weryn morph into the semblance of a large feline stretching languidly and his eyes take on a yellow cast as he gazes at you. A deeper, louder purr accompanies Weryn's as he touches your forehead and the feeling of raw power that burst over you blinds you. When your vision clears the shadows are long and his eyes have returned to normal.
- A feeling of deep lassitude overcomes you as your lips part in a soft chant that is no louder than a gentle purr. Deep within your body you feel as though something is stretching languidly and slowly waking. The world takes on a black and white hue as another, deeper purr joins your own and at its climax you touch Body on the forehead. You feel a deep contentment at the exchange of raw power that your touch causes within his, and you feel the cat within return to quiet slumber; the experience leaving you to feel slightly weakened.
- Raw energy spills from the shadows that ring Savior as she begins to weave her hands in complex gestures above you. Narrowing her eyes, Savior issues a sharp command at your spirit as it floats above your body, then you feel yourself slam back into your mortal shell.
- Weaving his hands in complex gestures, Cleric begins to cast his spell and you notice that the shadows lengthen around him. Cleric narrows his eyes, his gaze falling upon Body, and issues one sharp command. Raw energy passes between the two and the shadows return from whence they came.
- As you begin to chant you notice the scent of dry, dusty parchment and feel a cool mist cling to your skin somewhere near your feet. You sense the ethereal tendrils of the mist as they coil about your body and notice that the world turns to a yellowish hue as the mist settles about your head. Focusing on XXXXX, you feel the transfer of energy pass between you as you return him to life.
- As Maleisse begins to chant the scent of dry, dusty parchment fills the air and a topaz mist wreathes her body. The coiling, ethereal tendrils circle about her and slowly rise from her feet to her head where they form a slit-eye. The eye opens, its focus upon Annelie and a surge of energy passes between the two.
- Rolling green mist seeps from Bellaja's skin and glides across her fingertips only to swirl through the air towards Dhuul. As the mist connects with the prone form, a surge of power can be seen dancing across his skin and his writhes beneath its erratic gyrations.
- As Jeesus begins to chant, the air fills with the musty scent of coiling serpents and a mist of emerald light clings to his arms. The ethereal tendrils briefly seem to coil into the shape of asps, which suddenly strike out at Utena and infuse her with Jeesus's energy.
- As you begin to chant the air about you takes on the musty scent of an ophidian being shedding its skin and an emerald light clings to your skin. You feel the ethereal tendrils twining around your arms forming slender asps, which punctuate the words of your prayer with their hiss. Pointing towards Utena, you feel the mist slither off of your arms and watch them slam into her chest at the exact moment that you feel your energy transfer into her.
- Murmuring softly, XXX calls out in a harsh, commanding voice that slowly dwindles to an alien chant difficult to follow. Circling darkly around XXX's body is a series of dark shadows infused with a crimson light. Suddenly, his issues a forceful, sharp command that sends the shadows crashing into YYY's chest.
- Murmuring softly, you call upon your connection with the Destroyer and feel your words twist into an alien, spidery chant. Dark shadows laced with crimson swirl before your eyes and at your forceful command sink into the chest of Body. The transference of energy is swift and immediate as you bind Body back into his body.
- Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down TARGET's face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into TARGET and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.
- Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from CASTER's lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, CASTER smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon CASTER's wrists heal.
- Low and monotonous, you begin a chant to draw TARGET back to life and feel the deep shadows of the area rise to meet you. Falling upon you like a cloak of darkness, the twisting, inky blackness transforms into the visage of a jackal from a once forgotten nightmare. Sweeping from your body into TARGET's, the raw energy of your prayer transfers into her prone form. Slowly, the shadows recede back into the surrounding area.
- Low and monotonous, CASTER begins to chant and the deep shadows of the area seem to rise to meet him. Falling upon him like a mantle of darkness, the twisting, inky blackness transforms into the visage of a jackal from a once forgotten nightmare and sweeps from CASTER's body into TARGET. Slowly, the shadows recede back into the surrounding area.
- Harsh and barbaric, the words of CASTER's chant fall from his lips and disappear upon the surrounding air. Blood fills his eyes, and his face transforms into a mask of unholy rage as he stares down at TARGET's prone form. Suddenly blinded by the berserker frenzy that fills him, CASTER lashes out at TARGET and the air crackles with the raw energy of his fury as it restores her to life.
Neutral Arkati
- Wrapped in an aura of chill, Cleric closes her eyes and softly begins to chant. As the cold air that surrounds her condenses it beings to ripple outward in waves that turns the breath of those nearby into a fine mist. This mist swiftly moves to encompass Cleric and slowly coalesces into a pair of ethereal wings that settle into a protective arc over Body. With the last words of her chant, the wings surge forward and gently caress Body, only to dissipate moments later taking the chill of the air with it.
- Wrapped in an aura of chill, you close your eyes and softly begin to chant. As the cold air that surrounds you condenses you feel it slowly ripple outward in waves that turn the breath of those nearby into a fine mist. This mist swiftly moves to encompass you and you feel a pair of wings arc over your back. With the last words of your chant, you open your eyes and watch as foggy wings rise above you and gently brush against Body. As they dissipate in a cold rush against Deader, you feel a surge of power spill forth from you and into him.
- Silvery and light, your eyes glaze over with a wild, crazed view of the world around you. A strange giggle passes your lips of its own volition as you gaze at Body's prone form. As if the carefree sound becomes something visible and substantial, the air around Body shimmers silvery and raw, as spiritual energy flows from you into hers.
- Silver and light, Cleric's eyes take on a wild, crazed sheen. Her gaze falls upon you and a strange giggle passes from her lips. The laughter swells upon the air and as the carefree sound falls upon you it seems to swell and gain substance, filling you with its raw, as silvery spiritual energy.
Lesser Spirits & Immortals
- Chanting softly, you begin to feel the gentle patter of rainfall upon your skin and smell the rich scent of loam fill the air. Lightly brushing your fingertips against Joepye's brow, you feel a warm rush of energy thrum through your feet and rise up through your body only to be transferred through your finger tips into her prone form.
- Guttural and primal, the words of Uraag's chant are torn from Uraag throat with enough force to slice the very air. He clenches his hands into tight fists and within moments blood begins to seep from between his fingers. Bending at the waist, Uraag opens his hands and presses his right hand to Strydyr's forehead, and the other to his lips. Power surges through the connected bodies and within moments Strydyr draws his first breath of life.
- Low and soft, the chant that falls from XXX's lips is suddenly transformed into a sound that resembles the gentle clattering of thousands of tiny feet as they scuttle across a marble floor. Waving his hands over you, you notice that tiny threads of spider silk are leaking from his fingertips, and you realize that you are being blanketed in a cocoon. Moments later, you feel the webbing seep into your skin, and with it comes a feeling of raw energy, which shocks you back into life. As you draw your first breaths, the webbing seems to have completely dissolved.
- Crouching beside the prone form of XXX, you softly issue the last syllable of your chant. Breathing deeply, you take in the scents around you and let the feel of your surroundings infuse you. With only your gaze, you track the area and recreate the circumstances of XXX's death within your mind. Touching XXX, you follow the lines of the web that holds his soul in place and force it back into his body. Raw energy courses through you and you feel your sense of justice and vengeance filling XXX with life.
- Crouching beside your prone form, Nottinghamm softly issues the last syllables of his chant and takes a deep breath. Calmness steals over his features, and as he lifts his eyes to the surroundings, you are reminded of a wild animal tracking its prey. Slowly, and with deliberate movement, Nottinghamm's gaze slips over your body and you feel him reach out to you. With force, Nottinghamm slams your soul back into your body and the transference of raw energy that brings you back to life is filled with justice and vengeance.
- Crouching beside XXX's prone form, Nottinghamm softly issues the last syllables of his chant and takes a deep breath. Calmness steals over his features, and as he lifts his eyes to the surroundings, you are reminded of a wild animal tracking its prey. Slowly, and with deliberate movement, Nottinghamm's gaze slips over XXX's body and you watch as he plucks something that only he can see from the air. With force, Nottinghamm slams his fist into XXX's body and the raw energy transfers between them is filled with justice and vengeance
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- Kneeling beside the prone form of xx, you utter the last syllable of your chant and lower your face to xx's ear. Whispering softly, you speak unto her, "With the air in my lungs, I bring you back from death. With the power of Jaston, I draw you into breath." Slowly, you exhale upon xx's face, and you feel the gentle pull of the four winds carry your breath over every inch of her body. Standing, you feel the raw energy granted to you by your deity transfer into xx, and it momentarily steals your breath away.
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- You chant slowly as you walk a slow circle around the body of xx, shimmering flowers and herbs winking into existence. The gentle fragrance of an herb garden rises underfoot, flooding your senses and setting your skin tingling with the power of life. You lean over and pluck an ethereal leaf, placing it on xx's forehead. As it sinks into her skin, the garden around her grows higher and lusher, covering xx in blanket of calm, yet revitalizing energy.
- Cleric chants slowly as she walk a slow circle around your body, shimmering flowers and herbs winking into existence. She leans over and plucks an ethereal leaf, placing it on your forehead. Sensation begins to return to your body as it sinks into your skin, and you can feel the gentle caress of calm energy blanketing you as the surrounding garden grows higher and lusher.
- As the last syllable of your chant falls from your lips, you feel the need to hum come over you. The soft lullaby that issues from your throat reminds you of young loves that were lost before they had a chance to blossom. Gazing down at Smo's prone form, you feel a deep connection between the light tune you hum and the loss of the life before you. Channeling your energy toward Smo, you implore him to return to his body and rejoin the living so that others do not feel that loss.
- Releasing all of the air from her body, Leyann lets the last syllables of her chant fall from her lips and you watch her grow perfectly still. Narrowing the focus of her attention to Tolwyr's lifeless form, Leyann shifts her stance and carefully lays her hand upon his forehead. Slowly, a deep blue nimbus begins to glow around Leyann's body, and as she withdraws her hand from Tolwyr's forehead, you notice that the glowing light begins to seep into the dagger-shaped brand seared upon it. Moments later, Tolwyr draws breath and the brand upon his forehead disappears.
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- You weave your hands in a fluid pattern before you, matching the tempo of your soft incantation. The subtle scent of the ocean tickles your nose as power rises within your being like the day's tide. With a wide smile, you caress Ichiko's cheek before placing your hand above her heart. Wisps of rainbowed energy flow from your fingertips and into the body of Ichiko, washing over her and rescuing her from the clutches of the abyss.
- Almost imperceptible, you chant solemnly before Jarlstrom, and the air around your hands begins to shimmer. Materializing out of nothingness, menacing shadows can be seen clinging to Jarlstrom's cold body. With surgical precision, you strike at each dark tendril with a single finger, cutting them away from him. Slowly, you draw a single line across Jarlstrom's neck, releasing him from the last bond of death.
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- Lowering your eyes solemnly to XXX's prone form, you utter the last syllable of your chant and are struck by the sudden, overpowering scent of roses. Gently laying your hand over XXX's heart, you softly pour your energy into his form and implore he to return to life, love, and the acceptance of those around he. You feel your connection with XXX grow as your energy fills his heart and are relieved to feel a pulse beneath your hands.
- Lowering his eyes solemnly to you, Cleric utters the last syllable of his chant and you suddenly recognize the overpowering scent of roses on the air. Gently laying his hand upon your heart, you begin to feel your body again. Life, love, and the acceptance of all around you draws your soul back towards your body and within moments you feel the raw energy ignite your heartbeat and return you to life.
- Gazing grimly upon the body of Ksavir, Xeb chants with a quiet determination to intervene in Ksavir's fate. Determination fills Xeb's face and he summons gossamer white energy around his hands. Xeb clutches his fist over his heart and then places his hand above Ksavir's lifeless eyes. His once quiet chant grows stronger and louder as the energy rushes forth from his fingertips and into Ksavir.
See also
External Links
- Cleric Base Spells: Raise Dead, on Play.net