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Ashs Decursing Attempt 241120


(Ash's decursing attempt)

[Tue Nov 19 2024]

At the clinic rooftop

It is after dusk, about 52F(11C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.

Ash starts to decurse the silver dagger they've found, all on their own. Such is the way. In a less energetic mood than normal, Ash kneels and sets the cursed weapon on the floor. They take advantage of the art supplies all around to draw the circle themself onto the ground.

Ash marks the elements that curses often take, then draws the runes and lines that bind them together. The circle is completely quickly, easily, but the most important part awaits.

A section of Ash's clothing catches fire.

A section of Ash's clothing catches fire.

Ash pats out the flame, cursing in annoyance, before taking out a paintbrush, then dips it into red paint. The liquids sizzle as they draw a line from the fire sigil to the central circle wherein the dagger lies. They also mark a blanks space near it, the symbol for Mars. First. The first sigil in the elemental sequence.

For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.

Ash blinks in surprise as the room heats up. They consider for a moment before cautiously painting from the red fire sigil half of a Y, leading to the circle. Dipping in the brush, they do the same with the air sigil, using a gray that forms the other half of the y, the center line blending into a desaturated pink as they do. Then the sigil in the top of the Y - Venus.

Ash seems unbothered by the heat, at least, even as their dipping water boils, and the paint dries quickly. Fire can hurt them... but heat? For some reason... heat only makes them more comfortable. Perhaps it's the cold?

The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.

Ash turns their gaze from the light, but they seem largely unbothered by it. They are, after all, an expert in the art of twisting lights to serve their will. They simply move on to the light sigil. For this, they must dip into their own paints, pulling out a color shifting acrylic paint, which they use to draw their line. And then, of course, Earth.

Ash hums as they wait for the next burst of energy, wondering if the last blast was actually an early completion. They have to wonder what this means, on an arcane level, that it doesn't go through the full gauntlet. They also recognize that... they may need to redo their basic understanding of 'elements', in regards to cursed items.

With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.