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(Elias's decursing attempt)
[Mon Oct 21 2024]
At the Intersection of Main Street, Hart Avenue, and Hanging Hill
It is after dusk, about 64F(17C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Elias says "Well, I just ended up with a cursed ring."
Elias says "I am standing behind Rosie's in the Alleyway."
Elias says "I was born with Divine luck. You doing okay though?"
Kneeling down to set the ring on the ground as he starts to work. Elias reaches into his pocket and pulls a small, worn leather bag from within. He tugs at the strings holding the powder within restrained within the contents of the bag. Once freed, me starts carefully pouring salt around the ring as he works, "Well, so far so good." He hrmms as he works. Once the circle is in place, Elias pulls his bowie knife from his belt and starts to run it along the palm of his hand, causing a small slit of red to well up to the surface. As the blood starts to pool in his hand, Elias clenches his fist over the ring, dropping droplets of blood onto the golden band. As his comlink chirps, he speaks into it.
Elias says "Anyone know who that is?"
Reaching for his belt once more, Elias this time pulls out a small bundle of sage in which he retrieves his lighter, using the flame in which it produces to touch the end of the sage, singeing it. Wafting scents of the strong fragrance drifts up from the bundled herbs, further working to purify the ring. Once he finds that his efforts have been sufficient, he sets the smoldering sage down and starts to chant over the ring, leveling a hand above it, "Spirits of the Storm, I call upon you to guide me in this. A strong curse has be stricken me and by the usage of this ring. Cast it out and free me." And the man's own watch starts to glow a faint bluish-white as he pulls upon the arcane. The whole area starts to rapidly cool down as he continues to work, "Let us rid ourself of this curse and claim the prize. I have given my offering oh great spirit, my offering of blood. Help me break this enchantment."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
As the ring retaliates with intense heat, Elias closes his eyes as sweat starts to bead across his forehead as he continues to focus, pulling me of himself into his cryomancy to try to counter the growing heat.
Picking up the sage once more. It always seems like you just need to add a few more touches of sage when it comes to these things and that is exactly what Elias does as he moves the bundle around the ring a few more times, letting its essence help in the purification process, "Spirit of the winds, blow clean the curse that has befallen this ring."
He continues to work on pushing out the magic that is on the ring. Elias swirls around his magic, wind and cold, spark and ice, he starts working at pulling at the threads of magic that bind the curse upon the golden ring in which hold the curse to said band.
Waving the sage around in the air, letting it drift around heavily in the air as he continues to chant, "Spirits of the frigid Tempest, I call upon you to use your might to tear at the curse which this ring holds. Except my offering of blood as tribute." Elias continues to call out as he works, knocking ash off his sage, letting the ashes and embers drift down towards the cursed golden ring.
Elias took the sage in his hands, once more igniting it until it smoldering again, releasing fragrant smoke that curled through the air. Holding the bundle above the ring, he allowed the smoke to envelop it, whispering softly, "By this sacred smoke, I cleanse you of all darkness. I banish all that binds you." The air thickened as she waved the sage in deliberate circles, the essence of the herb filling the space with a cleansing energy. He could sense the curse beginning to waver, the dark tendrils pulling away from the ring as if they were alive, sensing their impending defeat.
Setting the sage down once more, Elias rests his hand above the ring, focusing his will back into his efforts.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.
Eliass Decursing Attempt 241022
(Elias's decursing attempt)
[Mon Oct 21 2024]
At the Intersection of Main Street, Hart Avenue, and Hanging Hill
It is after dusk, about 64F(17C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Elias says "Well, I just ended up with a cursed ring."
Elias says "I am standing behind Rosie's in the Alleyway."
Elias says "I was born with Divine luck. You doing okay though?"
Kneeling down to set the ring on the ground as he starts to work. Elias reaches into his pocket and pulls a small, worn leather bag from within. He tugs at the strings holding the powder within restrained within the contents of the bag. Once freed, me starts carefully pouring salt around the ring as he works, "Well, so far so good." He hrmms as he works. Once the circle is in place, Elias pulls his bowie knife from his belt and starts to run it along the palm of his hand, causing a small slit of red to well up to the surface. As the blood starts to pool in his hand, Elias clenches his fist over the ring, dropping droplets of blood onto the golden band. As his comlink chirps, he speaks into it.
Elias says "Anyone know who that is?"
Reaching for his belt once more, Elias this time pulls out a small bundle of sage in which he retrieves his lighter, using the flame in which it produces to touch the end of the sage, singeing it. Wafting scents of the strong fragrance drifts up from the bundled herbs, further working to purify the ring. Once he finds that his efforts have been sufficient, he sets the smoldering sage down and starts to chant over the ring, leveling a hand above it, "Spirits of the Storm, I call upon you to guide me in this. A strong curse has be stricken me and by the usage of this ring. Cast it out and free me." And the man's own watch starts to glow a faint bluish-white as he pulls upon the arcane. The whole area starts to rapidly cool down as he continues to work, "Let us rid ourself of this curse and claim the prize. I have given my offering oh great spirit, my offering of blood. Help me break this enchantment."
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
As the ring retaliates with intense heat, Elias closes his eyes as sweat starts to bead across his forehead as he continues to focus, pulling me of himself into his cryomancy to try to counter the growing heat.
Picking up the sage once more. It always seems like you just need to add a few more touches of sage when it comes to these things and that is exactly what Elias does as he moves the bundle around the ring a few more times, letting its essence help in the purification process, "Spirit of the winds, blow clean the curse that has befallen this ring."
He continues to work on pushing out the magic that is on the ring. Elias swirls around his magic, wind and cold, spark and ice, he starts working at pulling at the threads of magic that bind the curse upon the golden ring in which hold the curse to said band.
Waving the sage around in the air, letting it drift around heavily in the air as he continues to chant, "Spirits of the frigid Tempest, I call upon you to use your might to tear at the curse which this ring holds. Except my offering of blood as tribute." Elias continues to call out as he works, knocking ash off his sage, letting the ashes and embers drift down towards the cursed golden ring.
Elias took the sage in his hands, once more igniting it until it smoldering again, releasing fragrant smoke that curled through the air. Holding the bundle above the ring, he allowed the smoke to envelop it, whispering softly, "By this sacred smoke, I cleanse you of all darkness. I banish all that binds you." The air thickened as she waved the sage in deliberate circles, the essence of the herb filling the space with a cleansing energy. He could sense the curse beginning to waver, the dark tendrils pulling away from the ring as if they were alive, sensing their impending defeat.
Setting the sage down once more, Elias rests his hand above the ring, focusing his will back into his efforts.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden ring is broken.