Arc stood at the mirror and placed his hand upon it. He chanted quietly in a language few forumites will ever be able to understand and the mirror glowed blue. “Hello Arc” said a voice filled with so much power, Arc could feel the mirror shake under his palm, even though the speaker was at least nine plains away. “My liege” replied Arc timidly “not to question your judgement, but is this truly the best way to achieve our goal.” “Arc” replied the voice in a kindly manner “You know I have no issue with your questions, but yes, this is the only way to prevent the sword’s power from continuing to threaten the worlds.” “Understood, my lord” Arc replied “I will see you once more when the plan succeeds.” “Yes Arc,” the voice finished “when, not if” and then it broke the connection. “Well then” said Arc to himself time to do my job. He slipped his hand into his pocket and slipped out an ornate ring. If you looked at it normally, you would see a unremarkable copper ring, but if you looked at it under a more, unusual, light, you would notice that the ring had runic markings along the outside that to read would drive a man mad, as well as the fact that tethered to it by a string of black smoke, was a mysterious robed figure. “Let’s get this over with” muttered Arc, as he slipped the ring onto his finger.
Black smoke surrounded him and, it tightened and took shape around his arms and legs. Dark, shadowy, clawed gloves, seemingly transforming the his arms into solid smoke. On his legs, it became dark, shadowy boots, both with a rough look, like a terrifying pinecone. A royal, purple robe with golden edges, tassels, and marks formed over his body. A necklace of purple and gold round stones appeared around his neck, it floated up and began circling it. A golden ringed amulet with an aquamarine gem formed from the darkness around his neck. A hood covered his head, and the shadows it formed hid his face. The only thing seen under the hood were two, glowing, red eyes. With a snap of his fingers, they swirled into one. “Finally, Freedom!” yelled out the robed figure. He began to laugh evilly. “Mortal, you are foolish for releasing me” he sneered to no one, “now, I will raise my lord, and end your world.” He began to walk out the doorway, but was stopped by a blue gate of energy. An apparition of Arc appeared in the doorway. “Not so fast you worthless son of a warlock” smirked the apparition. “How Dare You!” screamed the figure, “I am from an illustrious line of powerful mages!” “Sure sure mate” replied the apparition “but you’re not leaving until you and I make a deal.”
He stood in the graveyard, ready for the ritual to begin. The blood was easy enough to get, a bit of green magic could easily separate blood from dirt, the issue was the murder weapon and the murderer’s blood. He simply had to take some of the essence from the sword’s aura in order to take its place. He removed the necklace, it floated down and circled around the grave. He uncorked the bottle that held the sword’s aura and guided it towards the necklace. The power of it drew the aura into the center and suddenly, golden runes shined along the necklace’s edge. He began to float around the grave in the opposite direction as the necklace spun. He chanted in a language few forumites will ever be able to understand. When the chant finished, he opened the vial that held the blood, and spilled it, through the essence, onto the grave. A black finger nailed hand shot out of the grave, the figure it was attached to climbed out. The figure wore simple armor, and he had a very noticeable cut across his neck. His hair was an orange red and his beard was cut off sharply at the neck, as if a very sharp blade has struck it, which, of course, it had. His eyebrows were bushy and the same color as the beard. He rose up, off the ground, and the blood and essence filled the wound on his neck. “Who, are you” muttered the risen man quizzically. “I am Wizzro my lord” responded the robed figure “your faithful servant and master magician. “Yes, it is coming back now” responded the revenant, “come Wizzro, it is time to show this world the power of GANONDWARF!” The figure glowed with dark power and a cape formed on his armor’s should pads. He walked away and Wizzro sighed, closing both of his glowing blue eyes.
Here's your res scene Pika, make of it what you wish. I'm going to have some fun with this.