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Autumns Ghost Banishing 240512
On a hauntingly overcast afternoon in Arkwright Cemetery, Autumn and her companion, Alexander, find themselves face-to-face with three spectral adversaries, each donned in an eerie fusion of ballroom and pirate garb, armed with flintlock pistols, a cutlass, and knives. The ghosts, known for their propensity to attack and thieve, quickly engage the duo in a dangerous dance of specter versus spellcasters. Alexander vows to protect Autumn, using his magic to create barriers from withered branches, while Autumn suffers a ghostly gunshot, igniting her determination to banish these entities. As the battle intensifies, the ghosts wield their weapons with ghastly precision, challenging Autumn and Alexander's resolve and magical prowess.
Undeterred by their spectral assailants' relentless attacks, Autumn and Alexander respond with a mix of magic and grit. Autumn utilizes the energy from her glowing bracelet, conjuring a powerful, red-orange glow aimed at their foes, while Alexander combats the ghosts with swift blade slashes and protective enchantments. Their fight reaches a crescendo when Autumn, despite being physically anchored by the ghosts' malevolent magic, focuses her energy into a final, decisive spell. Alexander, complementing her efforts, initiates a Latin chant, playing orchestral music from his phone as a beacon. This culminates in the spectral trio being forced into a vortex of their own creation, spinning uncontrollably before being vanquished into the earth, leaving Autumn and Alexander to catch their breath in the eerie silence that follows their hard-won victory.
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Sat May 11 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 79F(26C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
A haunting piano melody suddenly creeps over the graveyard as one by one, three spectral forms raise up into sight. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one wields a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives.
Autumn says "Ah, one of my worst enemies."
Alexander says "Oh! Incredible...!"
Alexander smiles at Autumn. "Good work, don't worry. I'll do my best to protect you while we banish it," he notes, moving beside her protectively.
"Or three, to be exact," Autumn speaks before she lifts her hands out. "These ghosts are not average. They also attack and steal your stuff."
Alexander nods to Autumn. "Yeah, I've encountered them a few times," he informs her. "A buncha trouble maker ghosts," he scowls some. "Still, we can put 'em down for a time."
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Alexander shouts, "Down!" he bellows moving to snag cover. He exhales soft, and flicks a hand, growing a massive tangle of withered branches which absorb some of the rounds.
Wincing as bullets graze her exposed skin, Autumn turns to take cover behind a nearby tree before she holds her left hand out. "They really don't hesitate," she says while the shots hit the bark. "Let's do this!" She then focuses on the grave as the runes on her bracelet begins to glow.
Alexander nods some and his own ring alights. He grins at Autumn. "You're coming along!" he decalres at her growing magic. His hand raises those same branches into vines which reach out, lashing towards the spirits.
Autumn's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Ow!" Autumn hisses and covers her shoulder with her other hand. "Those that ghost have honing bullets!?" Narrowing her eyes, she channels her magic as the red-orange glow pulses towards the ghost trio.
Alexander flicks his handgun up and fires over Autumn's shoulder into the ghost, disappating it as it shoots her. He moves beside her, beginning to flick a blade into his hand, flicking blood on to the grave.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Autumn to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Autumn bellows in pain when her feet are stabbed. "Hey do they always target me?" she says, aiming her hand towards the cutlass wielder and firing her energy at it.
Alexander howls at the ghosts and springs forward, blade slashing. "They chase down the one that sensed them first," he explains to Autumn.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Alexander bellows out again. "Down!" And casts a hang, growing a dense shrubbery.
Taking cover behind the tree once more, Autumn ducks down upon the second round while she starts chanting in a low voice.
Alexander springs to her feet, crouched beside Autumn. "I hate ghosts," he declares to her.
"Ghosts that attack are definitely worst," Autumn calls out to Alexander. "Like that one time ghost stabbed me with glass shards. I almost passed out from that."
The cutlass-wielder attacks Autumn, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Alexander pats her arm some, then flicks out behind cover, driving towards the flintlock wielder and lashing his blade at them. "Back the fuck off!"
"Keep your hands out of my pockets, you decades-old ghost!" Autumn snaps, swatting the flintlock lady's hands away from her pockets before she resumes chanting.
Alexander snorts at Autumn. He begins to cast a circle around them, getting ready to end this little encounter.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Autumn to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Alexander takes a slow deep breath. "Back, OFF!" He bellows, moving to form a barrier of branches for Autumn. He begins to play a sog from his phone
Autumn winces in pain upon getting attacked again and clenches her glowing hand into a fist. Her magic pulses once more as the ghosts are surrounded by the red-orange energy.
Alexander begins to chant, deep echoing latin.
Alexander plays the music from his phone as he chants, serving as a beckon.
The three spirits begin to convulse and shake, they quickly move to grip each other, forming a tight circle as they spin faster and faster, strange orchestral music flowing through the air from nowhere before suddenly they are sucked down into the ground and vanish.
Undeterred by their spectral assailants' relentless attacks, Autumn and Alexander respond with a mix of magic and grit. Autumn utilizes the energy from her glowing bracelet, conjuring a powerful, red-orange glow aimed at their foes, while Alexander combats the ghosts with swift blade slashes and protective enchantments. Their fight reaches a crescendo when Autumn, despite being physically anchored by the ghosts' malevolent magic, focuses her energy into a final, decisive spell. Alexander, complementing her efforts, initiates a Latin chant, playing orchestral music from his phone as a beacon. This culminates in the spectral trio being forced into a vortex of their own creation, spinning uncontrollably before being vanquished into the earth, leaving Autumn and Alexander to catch their breath in the eerie silence that follows their hard-won victory.
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Sat May 11 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 79F(26C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
A haunting piano melody suddenly creeps over the graveyard as one by one, three spectral forms raise up into sight. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one wields a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives.
Autumn says "Ah, one of my worst enemies."
Alexander says "Oh! Incredible...!"
Alexander smiles at Autumn. "Good work, don't worry. I'll do my best to protect you while we banish it," he notes, moving beside her protectively.
"Or three, to be exact," Autumn speaks before she lifts her hands out. "These ghosts are not average. They also attack and steal your stuff."
Alexander nods to Autumn. "Yeah, I've encountered them a few times," he informs her. "A buncha trouble maker ghosts," he scowls some. "Still, we can put 'em down for a time."
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Alexander shouts, "Down!" he bellows moving to snag cover. He exhales soft, and flicks a hand, growing a massive tangle of withered branches which absorb some of the rounds.
Wincing as bullets graze her exposed skin, Autumn turns to take cover behind a nearby tree before she holds her left hand out. "They really don't hesitate," she says while the shots hit the bark. "Let's do this!" She then focuses on the grave as the runes on her bracelet begins to glow.
Alexander nods some and his own ring alights. He grins at Autumn. "You're coming along!" he decalres at her growing magic. His hand raises those same branches into vines which reach out, lashing towards the spirits.
Autumn's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Ow!" Autumn hisses and covers her shoulder with her other hand. "Those that ghost have honing bullets!?" Narrowing her eyes, she channels her magic as the red-orange glow pulses towards the ghost trio.
Alexander flicks his handgun up and fires over Autumn's shoulder into the ghost, disappating it as it shoots her. He moves beside her, beginning to flick a blade into his hand, flicking blood on to the grave.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Autumn to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Autumn bellows in pain when her feet are stabbed. "Hey do they always target me?" she says, aiming her hand towards the cutlass wielder and firing her energy at it.
Alexander howls at the ghosts and springs forward, blade slashing. "They chase down the one that sensed them first," he explains to Autumn.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Alexander bellows out again. "Down!" And casts a hang, growing a dense shrubbery.
Taking cover behind the tree once more, Autumn ducks down upon the second round while she starts chanting in a low voice.
Alexander springs to her feet, crouched beside Autumn. "I hate ghosts," he declares to her.
"Ghosts that attack are definitely worst," Autumn calls out to Alexander. "Like that one time ghost stabbed me with glass shards. I almost passed out from that."
The cutlass-wielder attacks Autumn, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Alexander pats her arm some, then flicks out behind cover, driving towards the flintlock wielder and lashing his blade at them. "Back the fuck off!"
"Keep your hands out of my pockets, you decades-old ghost!" Autumn snaps, swatting the flintlock lady's hands away from her pockets before she resumes chanting.
Alexander snorts at Autumn. He begins to cast a circle around them, getting ready to end this little encounter.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Autumn to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Alexander takes a slow deep breath. "Back, OFF!" He bellows, moving to form a barrier of branches for Autumn. He begins to play a sog from his phone
Autumn winces in pain upon getting attacked again and clenches her glowing hand into a fist. Her magic pulses once more as the ghosts are surrounded by the red-orange energy.
Alexander begins to chant, deep echoing latin.
Alexander plays the music from his phone as he chants, serving as a beckon.
The three spirits begin to convulse and shake, they quickly move to grip each other, forming a tight circle as they spin faster and faster, strange orchestral music flowing through the air from nowhere before suddenly they are sucked down into the ground and vanish.