Patrollogs
(Thierry's decursing attempt)
[Mon Nov 27 2023]
In The Forest
It is night, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Thierry says "Ah! Miss Lynx. It is good to meet you. I am with a work crew clearing a little land north of town right now, but I also have a bracelet that needs some magic to break a curse. Can anyone come to assist in the ritual?"
Thierry says "I am in the woods north of 108 Whaler Road."
Thierry says "There are many ways to help. Among other things, I am on the edge of the woods here, and so I fear monsters as I work my ritual."
Thierry says "Is there one other who can join me?"
Thierry says "When you reach the road, Miss Lynx, you may need to skirt north just a little into the cove. Then you should see me to the north."
"Miss Lynx," Thierry says, gesturing with the golden bracelet in his single hand. As work crews clear the area, he is starting to chant, his eyes glinting as he looks at the bracelet. "We would do best with one more to help, but while my focus is pulled can you help direct the crews?"
Thierry says "Anyone else who can break away to help us?"
"Evening, Thierry," Autumn greets Thierry before she moves to aid the crews in working. "It appears that your aura is red."
Thierry says "Understood. "
"I commute to and from Boston," Thierry tells Autumn. "I need to center myself more in town, I think."
Autumn nods her head. "I see," she then replies, turning to focus on the work.
"Watch the forest," Thierry tells Autumn with a grim low tone. He begins to chant in ancient Egyptian. "Now is a time that the enemy might come." There's a pause, low: "On which topic, what do you know our cult?"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
There's a breath, low, as leaves and dirt begin to be pulled towards the golden circlet. "The power grows," he says, and as he chants shadows seem to deepen in the night, as if jackals circle around Thierry and Autumn.
As Thierry begins the ritual, the forest's ambient sounds abruptly cease, replaced by an eerie silence. The trees seem to lean in closer, as if curious about the golden bracelet glimmering in the moonlight. A soft, otherworldly glow emanates from the ground, casting elongated, dancing shadows among the trees.
As Thierry talks to Autumn, the bracelet's glow intensifies, casting a brilliant golden light that bathes the entire clearing. The shadows cast by the trees begin to move independently, twisting and turning in a macabre dance. Suddenly, the forest floor is covered with a thin layer of mist, creeping slowly, adding a surreal quality to the scene.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"Apparently, cursed bracelet doesn't like conversations," Autumn says, her voice louder than normal. Finishing the clearing work, she then turns to watch Thierry while she looks out at the forest every now and then.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"No," Thierry says through gritted teeth. "It seems it does not." There's a pause, his eyes focused. "We need a drink after this, Miss Lynx," he tells her.
"Yes," Autumn nods her head. Finding herself be tugged by the bracelet, she holds on to a nearby tree and hangs tight.
"All will be well," Thierry promises Autumn. From the depths of the forest, a low, resonant hum begins to rise, growing in intensity with each passing second. It feels as though the very earth is resonating with the power of the chant. The trees sway more aggressively now, despite the absence of wind, as if moved by an unseen force.
Without warning, the bracelet drops back to the ground, and the light dims. A deep, thunderous sound, like a distant clap of thunder, rolls across the forest. The trees seem to shudder, releasing a cascade of leaves that float gently to the ground, covering the bracelet. With some speed, Thierry reaches down, seizing the bracelet.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
A series of soft, melodic tones emanate from the bracelet, harmonizing with Thierry's chant. The sounds are not just heard but felt, vibrating through the ground and the air. Flowers around the clearing bloom instantaneously, releasing an intoxicating fragrance that mixes with the earthy scents of the forest.
As Autumn continues watching, there is another pop. "What is with bracelet and popping inside of our ears?" she says before she turns to look at the bracelet. But the flowers catches her gaze and she looks with awe.
Thierry's chant reaches a crescendo, and the golden bracelet shines so brightly it's almost blinding. The forest seems to respond, the trees bending towards the light, their leaves shimmering in a spectrum of colors not normally seen. The air is electric, charged with the power of the ritual. Looking over at Autumn, "As magic flows in, it can create localized effects on air pressure," he explains. "We are close. I can feel it now: the curse is nearly broken."
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.
Thierrys Decursing Attempt
(Thierry's decursing attempt)
[Mon Nov 27 2023]
In The Forest
It is night, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Thierry says "Ah! Miss Lynx. It is good to meet you. I am with a work crew clearing a little land north of town right now, but I also have a bracelet that needs some magic to break a curse. Can anyone come to assist in the ritual?"
Thierry says "I am in the woods north of 108 Whaler Road."
Thierry says "There are many ways to help. Among other things, I am on the edge of the woods here, and so I fear monsters as I work my ritual."
Thierry says "Is there one other who can join me?"
Thierry says "When you reach the road, Miss Lynx, you may need to skirt north just a little into the cove. Then you should see me to the north."
"Miss Lynx," Thierry says, gesturing with the golden bracelet in his single hand. As work crews clear the area, he is starting to chant, his eyes glinting as he looks at the bracelet. "We would do best with one more to help, but while my focus is pulled can you help direct the crews?"
Thierry says "Anyone else who can break away to help us?"
"Evening, Thierry," Autumn greets Thierry before she moves to aid the crews in working. "It appears that your aura is red."
Thierry says "Understood. "
"I commute to and from Boston," Thierry tells Autumn. "I need to center myself more in town, I think."
Autumn nods her head. "I see," she then replies, turning to focus on the work.
"Watch the forest," Thierry tells Autumn with a grim low tone. He begins to chant in ancient Egyptian. "Now is a time that the enemy might come." There's a pause, low: "On which topic, what do you know our cult?"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
There's a breath, low, as leaves and dirt begin to be pulled towards the golden circlet. "The power grows," he says, and as he chants shadows seem to deepen in the night, as if jackals circle around Thierry and Autumn.
As Thierry begins the ritual, the forest's ambient sounds abruptly cease, replaced by an eerie silence. The trees seem to lean in closer, as if curious about the golden bracelet glimmering in the moonlight. A soft, otherworldly glow emanates from the ground, casting elongated, dancing shadows among the trees.
As Thierry talks to Autumn, the bracelet's glow intensifies, casting a brilliant golden light that bathes the entire clearing. The shadows cast by the trees begin to move independently, twisting and turning in a macabre dance. Suddenly, the forest floor is covered with a thin layer of mist, creeping slowly, adding a surreal quality to the scene.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
"Apparently, cursed bracelet doesn't like conversations," Autumn says, her voice louder than normal. Finishing the clearing work, she then turns to watch Thierry while she looks out at the forest every now and then.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"No," Thierry says through gritted teeth. "It seems it does not." There's a pause, his eyes focused. "We need a drink after this, Miss Lynx," he tells her.
"Yes," Autumn nods her head. Finding herself be tugged by the bracelet, she holds on to a nearby tree and hangs tight.
"All will be well," Thierry promises Autumn. From the depths of the forest, a low, resonant hum begins to rise, growing in intensity with each passing second. It feels as though the very earth is resonating with the power of the chant. The trees sway more aggressively now, despite the absence of wind, as if moved by an unseen force.
Without warning, the bracelet drops back to the ground, and the light dims. A deep, thunderous sound, like a distant clap of thunder, rolls across the forest. The trees seem to shudder, releasing a cascade of leaves that float gently to the ground, covering the bracelet. With some speed, Thierry reaches down, seizing the bracelet.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
A series of soft, melodic tones emanate from the bracelet, harmonizing with Thierry's chant. The sounds are not just heard but felt, vibrating through the ground and the air. Flowers around the clearing bloom instantaneously, releasing an intoxicating fragrance that mixes with the earthy scents of the forest.
As Autumn continues watching, there is another pop. "What is with bracelet and popping inside of our ears?" she says before she turns to look at the bracelet. But the flowers catches her gaze and she looks with awe.
Thierry's chant reaches a crescendo, and the golden bracelet shines so brightly it's almost blinding. The forest seems to respond, the trees bending towards the light, their leaves shimmering in a spectrum of colors not normally seen. The air is electric, charged with the power of the ritual. Looking over at Autumn, "As magic flows in, it can create localized effects on air pressure," he explains. "We are close. I can feel it now: the curse is nearly broken."
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.