Patrollogs
(William's decursing attempt)
[Sun Oct 20 2024]
In a combination of kitchen and living room
A space dominated by the presence of mahogany woods, the floor covered in planks of different tones, from lighter to darker colors of the same kind of wood not seeming to follow any kind of pattern of color or placement regarding their shape. The same kind of planks covering the walls, vertically oriented, and ending up in a pretty contrasting pastel color, between white and brown, but leaning far more to the previous, with a long spread of small circular lights that provide the room some dim lighting to lean into the whole cozy atmosphere.
The eastern side of the room displays two tall inside lamps with a soft brown colored fabric to dim out the light coming from them. A dark wood table of low height positioned relatively towards the center, surrounded from north, east and south by long white leather sofas, able to fit between two or three people each.
As one moves towards the western side though the room seemlessly transitions into a wall-less kitchen, starting with an isle topped with a black polished quartz countertop that works both as dining table and cooking space. Against the wall, a big counter, topped with the same stone slab as the isle, and presenting different utilities like a sink, a fridge, a diswasher and several cabinets and drawers to store both food and cutlery.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
William says "Yes... I can hear you- It was just- Painful"
"The tea, brother mine. The tea. I'm thirsty." She focuses back on her sigils. Elora is adding more sigils now in the lower portion of the circle. The dense geometric shapes there are full of pentragrams and other esoteric shapes that one might classically associate withcraft. She has a mechanical way about her as she draws them, carefully measuring out the lines, putting her hand down to eye with width, and doing each line with a precise air to her.
"We are making good progress. I'm glad it has not disrupted the working. The spacing in the floorboards is a problem, but it seems enough chalk dust is getting into the cracks for the Ritual to work even if not quite at the effeciency I would wish for," Elora says.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Elora throws up a hand in front of the sudden glare. "Ah," Elora complains. "Blasted bloody necklace."
William is confused for a second or two, before realizing, he goes to grab the green tea that is laying around on the isle and slowly walks to Elora, careful not to spill it or to accidentally step on any lines or drawings, not quite sure if that will mess up the ritual at all. He slowly lowers his body beside hers, as if to drive the cup himself to her lips so that she didn't need to stop, but then he is blinded by the light, and, in an attempt not to panic or mess things up, he freezes in place, closing his eyes shut with another groan
Elora emote reaches out the hand she isn't chalking with as if to accept the green tea.
"Lovely," Elora says. She sets down the cup beside her a bit away from the circle.
William blinks a couple times after the flash, more testing out his own sight than the usual gesture he had when surprised or caught off guard, slowly standing back up and retreating a bit to let her work "I know... Need to get a microwave..."
Elora takes a deep breath and looks down at the circle. There is an air of review as she looks over the sigil work. "See how the lines here are flowing down to the necklace? We're trying to direct the ritual toward the item. Its why we have it in the center. I'm going ot be fueling the ritual in part with incantations. That is too much for you at present. For now, just make note of the various symbols. She points to the pentagram in one corner, the thorn pattern in another, and the sigils not unlike an alphabet. "If you're ever going to learn this, you have a lot to memorize. A book would be better, but as long as I'm here you ought to try to pick up something.""
The whole room shakes.
Taking a deep breath, Elora closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Her voice flows in an ethereal melody, the words lilting and unfamiliarancient fae tongue woven into song. The syllables resonate with a subtle power, each one carefully enunciated:
"Lumen arae silva, venite ad me. Elementa quinque, in concordia fiant. Custodes spinarum, hostes arcete. Lingua fae antiqua, nodum contexe."
As she chants, the chalk lines on the floor start to glow more intensely, the light pulsating in harmony with her voice. The neon aura from her choker brightens, casting a shimmering emerald hue throughout the apartment. Shadows flicker along the walls, dancing in time with the rhythmic cadence of her incantation. The air grows thick with energy, a tangible sensation of magic weaving itself around them. The turquoise highlights in her hair gleam under the luminescent glow, giving her an otherworldly appearance as she continues the ritual. Elora takes a deep breath, then glances at her phone.
William nods his head, before falling to his knees, complaining yet again, he looks around the room, watching everything shake and probably a glass or two fall down and break, mostly seems safe enough though, it wasn't that big of a quake if it only made people unsteady. His eyes move again to the necklace, despite his sister words and now weird chants, he couldn't really focus on the symbols or the language right now, though he at least recognized it
Elora shakes herself from the momentary distraction of the text. Her eyes scan over the ritual sigils frowning lightly. one section is not glowing quite like the rest. "Ah. The boards," she says. Then she reaches out with chaalk and starts working the chalk into the floorboard hair crack. Each motion makes the connection stronger and stronger, the ritual circle brightening in power.
Elora moves her chalk to another flickering section and works the chalk into another floorboard crack. Then, as the connection is made, the power flares brighter than before, blinding...
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone necklace is broken.
Eloras Decursing Attempt 241021
(William's decursing attempt)
[Sun Oct 20 2024]
In a combination of kitchen and living room
A space dominated by the presence of mahogany woods, the floor covered in planks of different tones, from lighter to darker colors of the same kind of wood not seeming to follow any kind of pattern of color or placement regarding their shape. The same kind of planks covering the walls, vertically oriented, and ending up in a pretty contrasting pastel color, between white and brown, but leaning far more to the previous, with a long spread of small circular lights that provide the room some dim lighting to lean into the whole cozy atmosphere.
The eastern side of the room displays two tall inside lamps with a soft brown colored fabric to dim out the light coming from them. A dark wood table of low height positioned relatively towards the center, surrounded from north, east and south by long white leather sofas, able to fit between two or three people each.
As one moves towards the western side though the room seemlessly transitions into a wall-less kitchen, starting with an isle topped with a black polished quartz countertop that works both as dining table and cooking space. Against the wall, a big counter, topped with the same stone slab as the isle, and presenting different utilities like a sink, a fridge, a diswasher and several cabinets and drawers to store both food and cutlery.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
William says "Yes... I can hear you- It was just- Painful"
"The tea, brother mine. The tea. I'm thirsty." She focuses back on her sigils. Elora is adding more sigils now in the lower portion of the circle. The dense geometric shapes there are full of pentragrams and other esoteric shapes that one might classically associate withcraft. She has a mechanical way about her as she draws them, carefully measuring out the lines, putting her hand down to eye with width, and doing each line with a precise air to her.
"We are making good progress. I'm glad it has not disrupted the working. The spacing in the floorboards is a problem, but it seems enough chalk dust is getting into the cracks for the Ritual to work even if not quite at the effeciency I would wish for," Elora says.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Elora throws up a hand in front of the sudden glare. "Ah," Elora complains. "Blasted bloody necklace."
William is confused for a second or two, before realizing, he goes to grab the green tea that is laying around on the isle and slowly walks to Elora, careful not to spill it or to accidentally step on any lines or drawings, not quite sure if that will mess up the ritual at all. He slowly lowers his body beside hers, as if to drive the cup himself to her lips so that she didn't need to stop, but then he is blinded by the light, and, in an attempt not to panic or mess things up, he freezes in place, closing his eyes shut with another groan
Elora emote reaches out the hand she isn't chalking with as if to accept the green tea.
"Lovely," Elora says. She sets down the cup beside her a bit away from the circle.
William blinks a couple times after the flash, more testing out his own sight than the usual gesture he had when surprised or caught off guard, slowly standing back up and retreating a bit to let her work "I know... Need to get a microwave..."
Elora takes a deep breath and looks down at the circle. There is an air of review as she looks over the sigil work. "See how the lines here are flowing down to the necklace? We're trying to direct the ritual toward the item. Its why we have it in the center. I'm going ot be fueling the ritual in part with incantations. That is too much for you at present. For now, just make note of the various symbols. She points to the pentagram in one corner, the thorn pattern in another, and the sigils not unlike an alphabet. "If you're ever going to learn this, you have a lot to memorize. A book would be better, but as long as I'm here you ought to try to pick up something.""
The whole room shakes.
Taking a deep breath, Elora closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Her voice flows in an ethereal melody, the words lilting and unfamiliarancient fae tongue woven into song. The syllables resonate with a subtle power, each one carefully enunciated:
"Lumen arae silva, venite ad me. Elementa quinque, in concordia fiant. Custodes spinarum, hostes arcete. Lingua fae antiqua, nodum contexe."
As she chants, the chalk lines on the floor start to glow more intensely, the light pulsating in harmony with her voice. The neon aura from her choker brightens, casting a shimmering emerald hue throughout the apartment. Shadows flicker along the walls, dancing in time with the rhythmic cadence of her incantation. The air grows thick with energy, a tangible sensation of magic weaving itself around them. The turquoise highlights in her hair gleam under the luminescent glow, giving her an otherworldly appearance as she continues the ritual. Elora takes a deep breath, then glances at her phone.
William nods his head, before falling to his knees, complaining yet again, he looks around the room, watching everything shake and probably a glass or two fall down and break, mostly seems safe enough though, it wasn't that big of a quake if it only made people unsteady. His eyes move again to the necklace, despite his sister words and now weird chants, he couldn't really focus on the symbols or the language right now, though he at least recognized it
Elora shakes herself from the momentary distraction of the text. Her eyes scan over the ritual sigils frowning lightly. one section is not glowing quite like the rest. "Ah. The boards," she says. Then she reaches out with chaalk and starts working the chalk into the floorboard hair crack. Each motion makes the connection stronger and stronger, the ritual circle brightening in power.
Elora moves her chalk to another flickering section and works the chalk into another floorboard crack. Then, as the connection is made, the power flares brighter than before, blinding...
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone necklace is broken.