Patrollogs
(Autumn's decursing attempt)
[Sat Mar 23 2024]
On the Secluded Sands of Willow Cove
It is dusk, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Upon finding a golden bracelet, Autumn scoops it up from the group and closes her eyes for a moment. "This must be cursed," she mutters before she walks towards Willow Cove. When she arrives, she starts to draw on the sand a circle around herself.
With the circle all set, Autumn stands still as she looks down at the golden bracelet in her left hand. "Prince Samael, please aid me in destroying this bracelet's curse," Autumn speaks under her breath as she closes her eyes. With a low hum, the runes on her hand bracelet begin to glow red-orange while she starts to chant quietly.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
The golden bracelet hisses and rattles until it starts to pull metal towards it like a magnet. While her bracelets move towards the artifact, Autumn winces and lets out a low squeak as her small bust is also pulled towards it. "At least they are completely healed," she dryly muses to herself, channeling her magic onto the item.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
As the red-orange magic swirls around the gold bracelet, there is another hiss from the artifact before it shines a very bright light. "Ah!" Autumn yelps upon getting flashbanged, and she rubs her eyes with her other hand. Cursed energy spills from the cursed item and clashes with the warm magic that Autumn is channeling.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
The cursed energy emitted from the artifact in Autumn's hand causes the already cold temperature to grow even more colder, making the dusky woman shiver. As she chants more, she slowly closes her left hand while the glowing runes pulse and the golden bracelet hisses with its dark curse.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Even as more cursed energy seeps from it, it looks like the cursed bracelet isn't ready to give up yet as it makes the air grow with pressure. Autumn flinches from the sudden popping in her ears and, with a purse of her lips, she tightens her grip on the artifact and channels more of her magic. The rest of its energy is brought out and sizzles in the red-orange glow.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.
Solomon says "I have acquired a necklace with some value, but I may need help breaking the enchantment on it."
Solomon says "My office."
Solomon says "That was me, finding it. I moved to my office."
"Autumn," Solomon shares with Autumn, warmly, as he begins to set up a circle of small black candles around the necklace. "Have you recovered from your wounds?"
"And Sofia." Solomon smiles. "We are all met, it seems," he says. He sets out thirteen small black candles around the necklace, and then, with some low gesture and a muttered incantation, he lights them. "The sword is Rachel Cai's," he shares. Then he begins to chant.
"Yes," Autumn nods her head while she closes the door. "I am fully healed. And Meri could attract other Redeemers."
"It would be very foolish of them to attack us here," Solomon tells Autumn.
Sofia says "I swear I felt it awaken like a cursed object..."
Sofia says "Should I tell Meredith we have it well in hand?"
Sofia says "She might be polite enough to just go away."
Sofia shakes her head and gets down on her knees. "Forget I asked."
"Also..." Solomon tilts his head. "Those we serve say there are few enough of their company about. If she wishes to join us -- she can see how real magic is done," he tells Sofia. "Invite her, if you have her number."
Reaching for a small bronze knife, Solomon slices the palm of his hand. It's a shallow cut, but as it drips blood the blood begins to burn in the open air. He starts to move it, using the lines of fire to etch symbols in smoke. "These cursed items are power for those we serve," he says. "Once we break the enchantment, I will need one of you to deliver it to the Market."
Sofia takes out a tiny piece of parchment, and lights it with a bic. The papery stuff burns, letting out a sweet smell.
Sofia says "We already got enough people, I don't know why he wants you here, but he's invited you. "
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
As the room heats up, Solomon seems completely unaffected -- in fact, his smile grows. He glances to Sofia. "Those are our comms, Sofia," he says with humor.
Sofia widens her eyes, nodding slowly. The light from the fire reflects on her eyes as she starts to sweat, her breath getting a little heavy as things pick up.
Sofia says "Oh...I'm getting..."
With a nod of her head, Autumn holds out her left hand and begins to chant quietly. The runes on her hand bracelet starts to glow a warm red-orange while she glances at Sofia. While she is channeling her magic, she starts to sweat before she lets out a low chuckle. "Even if we bring her here, she might still argue like other Redeemers after."
"The likelihood of Walker arguing," Solomon shares with Autumn drily, "is high." His eyes with their inhuman red pupils focus on the necklace, as he shifts a little, taking on a squared-on stance. With a word, he reaches out to touch Autumn's magic -- sending some ball of fire her way only to bring it back, as if rallying in tennis as the heat of it grows stronger.
Sofia chuckle nervously. "I know our wonderful leader can take the heat, and lovely Autumn can as well, just keep things below the cooking temperature of...well. Me." she says, with a bit of humor. Nothing she does overtly is in support of it, but everyone in the room would feel the slightest buoying presences, like a tiny tailwind. Her eyes follow the ball of fire, entranced.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Sofia winces, blinking as the bright light seers the image of the room into her eyes.
Solomon may be fireproof, but he is not lightproof-- as the necklares flares, he lets out a low oath. "Dammable thing!" he says. The gaze of his red eyes on the artifact breaks as he looks away, and for a moment his concentration is broken as his chant falters.
"We will make sure you are not fried," Autumn tells Sofia, watching the fireball until she gets blinded by the light. "Second time I got blinded tonight," she grimaces, using her other hand to rub her eyes as she continues to channel her magic with her left.
Sofia groans and tries to clear her eyes. "Fucking hell. I swore I'd pick up some welding goggles for this very reason." she curses herself.
"And if you are?" Solomon says with a shrug. "There will be some reward in Hell for you, Sofia," he says. "You've served us well." He turns back to the necklace, apparently uncaring about whether the mortal girl lives or dies as he resumes his chant.
Sofia lets out an even more nervous chuckle, slowly inching towards panic. "I've got too much left to learn, Mr. Inigo." she replies. She pulls out another piece of paper. It's got a little rune drawn on it in the rusty brown of dried blood. She lights it.
The whole room shakes.
Sofia grabs a table, keeping her feet.
Solomon staggers -- again, his chanting falters, as he catches himself on the edge of the conference table. When he straightens, he leaves a bloody handprint, and now he begins to intone something: summoning black spirits from the rising mist to line the room, to prepare to break the enchantment on the item with more force. He glances at Autumn. "Power, Autumn. I need what you have." Then Sofia "Well, then best be quick and survive, Sofia."
Sofia gazes around, looking at the flickering, dancing shadows in the room, the black spirits moving on the edge of her vision like astral predators. She focuses in, and lends the tiny amount of power she has, via her own, nearly silent chant.
"Yes, Mister Inigo," Autumn nods her head at Solomon as she staggers and holds on to a nearby couch. She holds out her glowing left hand towards the man as if she's giving it to him. Her magic pulses and the dusky woman chants more.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Rising, Solomon meets Autumn's gaze. He extends his hand to her, taking it -- chanting, now. As the room goes cold, he focuses on his link with Autumn, trying to summon heat from that touch to banish that frigidity. "We are close," he says to Sofia. "Stay strong."
Sofia feels that strange burn in her skin, the kind you get when you come into a heated room on a cold day. She blinks and blows hot breath from her nose.
"We are close!" Solomon exhults. "This will be power for those we serve!" he says, calling out to Sofia and Autumn as he raises the tone of his invocation.
Shivering a bit from the cold, the magic keeps Autumn warm while she chants and channels her energy with Solomon. Her gaze falls onto the cursed artifact and focuses in aiding the breaking of the curse.
"Samael," Solomon intones. "Lilith. Aamon. Come to us, break the magic in this thing: this will be an offering to you," he says, "in blood and power."
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.
Autumns Decursing Attempt 240324
(Autumn's decursing attempt)
[Sat Mar 23 2024]
On the Secluded Sands of Willow Cove
It is dusk, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Upon finding a golden bracelet, Autumn scoops it up from the group and closes her eyes for a moment. "This must be cursed," she mutters before she walks towards Willow Cove. When she arrives, she starts to draw on the sand a circle around herself.
With the circle all set, Autumn stands still as she looks down at the golden bracelet in her left hand. "Prince Samael, please aid me in destroying this bracelet's curse," Autumn speaks under her breath as she closes her eyes. With a low hum, the runes on her hand bracelet begin to glow red-orange while she starts to chant quietly.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
The golden bracelet hisses and rattles until it starts to pull metal towards it like a magnet. While her bracelets move towards the artifact, Autumn winces and lets out a low squeak as her small bust is also pulled towards it. "At least they are completely healed," she dryly muses to herself, channeling her magic onto the item.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
As the red-orange magic swirls around the gold bracelet, there is another hiss from the artifact before it shines a very bright light. "Ah!" Autumn yelps upon getting flashbanged, and she rubs her eyes with her other hand. Cursed energy spills from the cursed item and clashes with the warm magic that Autumn is channeling.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
The cursed energy emitted from the artifact in Autumn's hand causes the already cold temperature to grow even more colder, making the dusky woman shiver. As she chants more, she slowly closes her left hand while the glowing runes pulse and the golden bracelet hisses with its dark curse.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Even as more cursed energy seeps from it, it looks like the cursed bracelet isn't ready to give up yet as it makes the air grow with pressure. Autumn flinches from the sudden popping in her ears and, with a purse of her lips, she tightens her grip on the artifact and channels more of her magic. The rest of its energy is brought out and sizzles in the red-orange glow.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.
Solomon says "I have acquired a necklace with some value, but I may need help breaking the enchantment on it."
Solomon says "My office."
Solomon says "That was me, finding it. I moved to my office."
"Autumn," Solomon shares with Autumn, warmly, as he begins to set up a circle of small black candles around the necklace. "Have you recovered from your wounds?"
"And Sofia." Solomon smiles. "We are all met, it seems," he says. He sets out thirteen small black candles around the necklace, and then, with some low gesture and a muttered incantation, he lights them. "The sword is Rachel Cai's," he shares. Then he begins to chant.
"Yes," Autumn nods her head while she closes the door. "I am fully healed. And Meri could attract other Redeemers."
"It would be very foolish of them to attack us here," Solomon tells Autumn.
Sofia says "I swear I felt it awaken like a cursed object..."
Sofia says "Should I tell Meredith we have it well in hand?"
Sofia says "She might be polite enough to just go away."
Sofia shakes her head and gets down on her knees. "Forget I asked."
"Also..." Solomon tilts his head. "Those we serve say there are few enough of their company about. If she wishes to join us -- she can see how real magic is done," he tells Sofia. "Invite her, if you have her number."
Reaching for a small bronze knife, Solomon slices the palm of his hand. It's a shallow cut, but as it drips blood the blood begins to burn in the open air. He starts to move it, using the lines of fire to etch symbols in smoke. "These cursed items are power for those we serve," he says. "Once we break the enchantment, I will need one of you to deliver it to the Market."
Sofia takes out a tiny piece of parchment, and lights it with a bic. The papery stuff burns, letting out a sweet smell.
Sofia says "We already got enough people, I don't know why he wants you here, but he's invited you. "
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
As the room heats up, Solomon seems completely unaffected -- in fact, his smile grows. He glances to Sofia. "Those are our comms, Sofia," he says with humor.
Sofia widens her eyes, nodding slowly. The light from the fire reflects on her eyes as she starts to sweat, her breath getting a little heavy as things pick up.
Sofia says "Oh...I'm getting..."
With a nod of her head, Autumn holds out her left hand and begins to chant quietly. The runes on her hand bracelet starts to glow a warm red-orange while she glances at Sofia. While she is channeling her magic, she starts to sweat before she lets out a low chuckle. "Even if we bring her here, she might still argue like other Redeemers after."
"The likelihood of Walker arguing," Solomon shares with Autumn drily, "is high." His eyes with their inhuman red pupils focus on the necklace, as he shifts a little, taking on a squared-on stance. With a word, he reaches out to touch Autumn's magic -- sending some ball of fire her way only to bring it back, as if rallying in tennis as the heat of it grows stronger.
Sofia chuckle nervously. "I know our wonderful leader can take the heat, and lovely Autumn can as well, just keep things below the cooking temperature of...well. Me." she says, with a bit of humor. Nothing she does overtly is in support of it, but everyone in the room would feel the slightest buoying presences, like a tiny tailwind. Her eyes follow the ball of fire, entranced.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Sofia winces, blinking as the bright light seers the image of the room into her eyes.
Solomon may be fireproof, but he is not lightproof-- as the necklares flares, he lets out a low oath. "Dammable thing!" he says. The gaze of his red eyes on the artifact breaks as he looks away, and for a moment his concentration is broken as his chant falters.
"We will make sure you are not fried," Autumn tells Sofia, watching the fireball until she gets blinded by the light. "Second time I got blinded tonight," she grimaces, using her other hand to rub her eyes as she continues to channel her magic with her left.
Sofia groans and tries to clear her eyes. "Fucking hell. I swore I'd pick up some welding goggles for this very reason." she curses herself.
"And if you are?" Solomon says with a shrug. "There will be some reward in Hell for you, Sofia," he says. "You've served us well." He turns back to the necklace, apparently uncaring about whether the mortal girl lives or dies as he resumes his chant.
Sofia lets out an even more nervous chuckle, slowly inching towards panic. "I've got too much left to learn, Mr. Inigo." she replies. She pulls out another piece of paper. It's got a little rune drawn on it in the rusty brown of dried blood. She lights it.
The whole room shakes.
Sofia grabs a table, keeping her feet.
Solomon staggers -- again, his chanting falters, as he catches himself on the edge of the conference table. When he straightens, he leaves a bloody handprint, and now he begins to intone something: summoning black spirits from the rising mist to line the room, to prepare to break the enchantment on the item with more force. He glances at Autumn. "Power, Autumn. I need what you have." Then Sofia "Well, then best be quick and survive, Sofia."
Sofia gazes around, looking at the flickering, dancing shadows in the room, the black spirits moving on the edge of her vision like astral predators. She focuses in, and lends the tiny amount of power she has, via her own, nearly silent chant.
"Yes, Mister Inigo," Autumn nods her head at Solomon as she staggers and holds on to a nearby couch. She holds out her glowing left hand towards the man as if she's giving it to him. Her magic pulses and the dusky woman chants more.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Rising, Solomon meets Autumn's gaze. He extends his hand to her, taking it -- chanting, now. As the room goes cold, he focuses on his link with Autumn, trying to summon heat from that touch to banish that frigidity. "We are close," he says to Sofia. "Stay strong."
Sofia feels that strange burn in her skin, the kind you get when you come into a heated room on a cold day. She blinks and blows hot breath from her nose.
"We are close!" Solomon exhults. "This will be power for those we serve!" he says, calling out to Sofia and Autumn as he raises the tone of his invocation.
Shivering a bit from the cold, the magic keeps Autumn warm while she chants and channels her energy with Solomon. Her gaze falls onto the cursed artifact and focuses in aiding the breaking of the curse.
"Samael," Solomon intones. "Lilith. Aamon. Come to us, break the magic in this thing: this will be an offering to you," he says, "in blood and power."
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden necklace is broken.