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(Autumn's decursing attempt)
[Fri Aug 2 2024]
On Elm's Bane
This long, straight road plunges deeply into the dark heart of the forest, the mist-soaked depths of which pour brambled thorns and creeping overgrowth like some arboreal vitae that coats the sides of the asphalt implement buried within it. Wide enough to allow the passing of two decently-sized cars, it's flanked by ancient elm trees spotted with lichen that clings to their craggy bark and twisted, reaching branches. Many of the elms are dead; twisted grey skeletons with cracked bones that refuse to shuffle off into decay and instead impede the growth of the still-living trees that seem to always be growing no matter how often they're cut down. Prickling burrs and nettles creep amongst the dead, dessicated trees, winding themselves about their splintered trunks and branches. The thickness of the elm growth barely allows for the briny, seaside breeze to freshen the area, causing the air to hold a cloying mustiness of earth and decaying wood.
It is night, about 92F(33C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning crescent moon.
Upon finding a bracelet on the dirt, Autumn picks it up and proceeds to find a soot down the road.
Having taken off her bondage heels and putting them aside, Autumn puts her phone away and turns to the simple bone bracelet in her hand. With a low chant under her breath, she grasps the cursed thing as black smoke begins to surround her.
Fayad takes a brow-furrowed glance at Autumn, and then exhales through grit teeth. "I suppose we are allies, now?", he ventures. "Do you want any help or was this a stupid walk to take?"
A blast of force sends Fayad flying into Autumn.
Autumn is focused on a cursed bracelet in her hand, black smoke swirling as she cocks her head up to find Fayad. "I will be fine," the dusky woman tells him. "At least I will not have to be told to strip nude for this. I have already texted Lydia is she's alright."
Fayad flushes, and then blinks in confusion. "Who the fuck is Lydia?", he blinks.
Fayad says "You know what? Nevermind. I'm...have fun with that."
Fayad turns with a wave of his hand to go back down Elm's Bane.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
As soon as she finishes speaking, Autumn staggers when the man is flung onto her before he left. Her hazel gaze follows him up before she turns her attention back towards the cursed bracelet. "In name of those I serve, of Prince Samael, lord of flame. I invoke my power onto this curse." As she chants, her panja bracelet begins to glow red-orange, providing warmth against the sudden change to cold temperature.
Black smoke continues to circle around Autumn, the darkness surrounding the fiery glow of her magic. The glow envelops the bone bracelet, clashing against the cursed energy while the dusky demoness chants under her breath, in Wildling and then English.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"Your heat trick does not phase me," Autumn speaks in her native language. "You will still fail." Her fingers begin to close around the artifact, and the woman slowly closes her eyes as her long hair sways in the wind.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Once her eyes open up again, Autumn finds the effete man moving again in a short distance while she speaks chants. The swirling black smoke then moves towards the bone bracelet, the magical glow growing brighter until she gestures with one hand and the smoke fades.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone bracelet is broken.
Autumns Decursing Attempt 240803
(Autumn's decursing attempt)
[Fri Aug 2 2024]
On Elm's Bane
This long, straight road plunges deeply into the dark heart of the forest, the mist-soaked depths of which pour brambled thorns and creeping overgrowth like some arboreal vitae that coats the sides of the asphalt implement buried within it. Wide enough to allow the passing of two decently-sized cars, it's flanked by ancient elm trees spotted with lichen that clings to their craggy bark and twisted, reaching branches. Many of the elms are dead; twisted grey skeletons with cracked bones that refuse to shuffle off into decay and instead impede the growth of the still-living trees that seem to always be growing no matter how often they're cut down. Prickling burrs and nettles creep amongst the dead, dessicated trees, winding themselves about their splintered trunks and branches. The thickness of the elm growth barely allows for the briny, seaside breeze to freshen the area, causing the air to hold a cloying mustiness of earth and decaying wood.
It is night, about 92F(33C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning crescent moon.
Upon finding a bracelet on the dirt, Autumn picks it up and proceeds to find a soot down the road.
Having taken off her bondage heels and putting them aside, Autumn puts her phone away and turns to the simple bone bracelet in her hand. With a low chant under her breath, she grasps the cursed thing as black smoke begins to surround her.
Fayad takes a brow-furrowed glance at Autumn, and then exhales through grit teeth. "I suppose we are allies, now?", he ventures. "Do you want any help or was this a stupid walk to take?"
A blast of force sends Fayad flying into Autumn.
Autumn is focused on a cursed bracelet in her hand, black smoke swirling as she cocks her head up to find Fayad. "I will be fine," the dusky woman tells him. "At least I will not have to be told to strip nude for this. I have already texted Lydia is she's alright."
Fayad flushes, and then blinks in confusion. "Who the fuck is Lydia?", he blinks.
Fayad says "You know what? Nevermind. I'm...have fun with that."
Fayad turns with a wave of his hand to go back down Elm's Bane.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
As soon as she finishes speaking, Autumn staggers when the man is flung onto her before he left. Her hazel gaze follows him up before she turns her attention back towards the cursed bracelet. "In name of those I serve, of Prince Samael, lord of flame. I invoke my power onto this curse." As she chants, her panja bracelet begins to glow red-orange, providing warmth against the sudden change to cold temperature.
Black smoke continues to circle around Autumn, the darkness surrounding the fiery glow of her magic. The glow envelops the bone bracelet, clashing against the cursed energy while the dusky demoness chants under her breath, in Wildling and then English.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"Your heat trick does not phase me," Autumn speaks in her native language. "You will still fail." Her fingers begin to close around the artifact, and the woman slowly closes her eyes as her long hair sways in the wind.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Once her eyes open up again, Autumn finds the effete man moving again in a short distance while she speaks chants. The swirling black smoke then moves towards the bone bracelet, the magical glow growing brighter until she gestures with one hand and the smoke fades.
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone bracelet is broken.