Patrollogs
(Elora's decursing attempt)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
On Fairway Drive
This road is paved, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the rugged beauty
of the surrounding forest. The asphalt stretches out before the traveler, a
ribbon of black cutting through the lush green of the trees. The road is
lined with towering oaks and maples, their branches reaching out over the
pavement, creating a canopy of dappled sunlight. In the fall, the leaves turn
a brilliant array of reds, oranges, and yellows, creating a stunning display
of color that is breathtaking to behold. The road is narrow, with gentle
curves that follow the natural contours of the land. It rises and falls with
the hills, offering glimpses of the surrounding countryside through breaks in
the trees. To the east, the road leads to Haven, its buildings and houses
visible in the distance. To the west, the road continues on towards Fairfax
Manor, the impressive stone structure with towering North and South wings
slowly coming into view as one approaches.
It is night, about 50F(10C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Elora says "I've got a cursed dagger. Where should we meet to decurse it?"
Elora says "I'm going to my brother's spartment since its central."
William says "That was fast"
Elora says "I was on the way here while driving."
William says "Sav is also at her place if you want to ask about the keys"
Elora says "She got that handled already, I think. "
William huhs
William says "That was also fast"
Elora says "I work fast."
Elora shrugs
William says "I guess so, yeah"
Elora says "Apartment 106."
William blinks a couple times "Who is comng?"
Elora says "No one, I think. Frustrating."
William says "Then who did you just tell that too?"
Elora says "Maybe ask Ashen if he wants to come."
Elora says "I tried to talk to knights."
William scratches the back of his neck, letting out a little sigh "Sure, I can ask them"
William says "I have been reading about making rituals..."
William says "I'd ask other people, but I doubt most people are wanting to decurse something right now"
William tilts his head to a side "How many is the ideal number of people to decurse some item?"
Elora says "Three arcanists in total."
William says "I... Don't think I count as one? I only know some rituals... And it takes me like two hours to cast one"
Elora says "What did he say?"
William says "They're busy"
William considers "What other arcanists do we know..."
William pulls up his phone to check his speeddial
Elora takes a golden dagger and places it upon the floor in the center of the living room and kitchen combination. The mohagony wood backdrop of the sinister blade gleams in the light as the woman with turquoise and neon hair looks down at it with cool teal eyes. Nearby William is on his phone, trying to get someone to help, but it seems that the effort is fruitless. "Apprentice mine, shutting off her cell phone. Where does she learn such filthy habits," Elora grouses.
William leaves his phone aside, shaking his head "Whatever, just two will do..." He says before going to the bedroom for a moment before coming with a couple pieces of paper, only to perk his eyebrow at Elora "Not me, that's for sure... Here, these will take away the problem we had last time of the gaps between the plants..."
has a lilting voice, the kind which rises and falls softly as she speaks, holding an element of musicality. "Knows she not, that she cannot learn, if never she comes to this?" Elora continues to complain, her words having the clipped quality which comes from time raised in England. She looks toward William for support. She nods gratefully to William accepting the pieces of paper and then gets to work scribing out symbols upon them.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
As the room grows hot, Elora grimaces in pain. "Winter take you, hold you in tight loving embrace," Elora complains. "Kiss you and treasure you always." The words, spoke not to William, are directed to the golden dagger. Light begins to glow from her choker, a silvery blue.
William nods his head, looking around the room for a moment before mentioning "The fridge and things like that should be secured properly in place... And the furniture was too heavy to be tilted last time..." He trails off a little bit, noticing the increase in temperature and reaching for the neck of his shirt, fanning it a little back and forth, being from England, not too used to the high temperatures "Fuck... It's doing... The same as the last, we should start doing these in the bathroom" He tells Elora before moving to make sure the little plates and trays that held the food on the isle, were proporly placed, in a way that even if they were to fall or rise from the surface, it was at least not over them
Elora works diligently in her sigil work adding ever more elaborate details. The sigils include a mountain like triangle shape with a jagged top, oblong tubes, and wavy lines which radiate toward the golden dagger she draws around.
A section of William's clothing catches fire.
Is in a dim room. Dim, because the two lamps have brown shades upon them. Yet the room is glowing brighter by the moment. Part of that is the soft blue and silver lights which flicker in her choker. Part of it is the flames on William's clothing. "Sink! Sink!" Elora chides. "Do not let a thing of Gonothorian or of summer abide with me in this place!" Elora makes a fussy motion toward William with one hand, shooing him toward the sink.
William moves towards his room for a moment, before jumping to a side, one sleeve of his shirt having caught on fire. He takes it off as quickly as possible, but stops himself before he throughs it into the ground, realizing the whole place is wooden. He moves firts towards the trash bin, but seeing how Elora motions, he nods and throws it into the sink, turning it on to have the water splash all over the piece of clothing, putting out the fire
Elora adds yet more light as she sketches. Arcane power flowing from her choker spills out to form whisping blue and white orbs which hover over her like an arcane version of the lamps used by engineers to light their subtle work on circuitry. Kneeling on the floor, her sketch reaches a point where the various symbols begin to connect. Then like an echo to the pulse of blue and white, the chalked lines she's written out are lighting out. They are white tinged blue, like water running across a glacier. Opposing the flames. Opposing the warmth.
Elora checks on William.
"You really need to start going to the gym. This might help brother mine to get a girl," Elora lilts.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
William groans a bit, letting out a little "Fuck", and leaving the shirt by the sink, soaked and wet, in case it was to happen again. He continues what he was doing and moves towards his room, again, coming shortly after with some notes, or well, a bunch of papers with equal amounts of scribbles and random words thrown around in the most disorganized and random ways "Like I said... I've been studying some of this stuff... Mostly reading about them-" He glances towards the symbols Elora is drawing for a moment and then back at his notes, grabbing a piece of chalk himself "I- Shut up, I'm sick..."
Elora scrambles to roll aside as loose metal flashes toward her. They hit the circle and there the metal hands in the air briefly as a coolness briefly comes. Then they are falling one by one with little tinkles. "You missed," Elora taunts the dagger.
William doesn't notice anything wrong at first, that is until a spare tray and some cutlery start pushing against the drawers that contain them, eventually opening and flying around into the circle. Jumping to a side to avoid getting stabbed by his own kitchen knifes. He begins to try and add a couple touches here and there to what his sister had already drawn, but being stopped again, distracted from the ritual and Elora as he hears the creaking of the southern and northern doors "Sister... It won't be as strong as to rip them off the hinges, will it?"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
As the final ten minutes tick away, the room's temperature begins to fluctuate wildly. The blue and silver lights emanating from Elora choker intensify, casting dancing shadows across the mahogany floors and pastel walls. The chalked sigils on the floor glow brighter, their icy hues contrasting sharply with the lingering warmth. "It won't be," Elora declares, confident, answering William.
The golden dagger at the center of the circle starts to vibrate softly, emitting a faint hum that resonates with the pulsating orbs hovering above Elora. Loose metal objects, previously pulled towards the artifact, now hover momentarily before gently settling back down with soft clinks.
Elora's focus sharpens. With deliberate precision, she connects the final sigils. A surge of arcane energy floods the room, and the chalk lines blaze with ethereal light. The dagger is enveloped in a swirling vortex of blue and white, the colors reminiscent of glacial waters. "Frigus aeternum, adstringe et torpescas, nulli calori succumbas! Nix et gelu, ambi et vincula, circumda hostes mei in glaciali silentio!"
Elora continues to chant, "Ventus glacialis, spiritus frigoris, custodi locum hunc ab ardore et inimicis!" Her voice has lost its lilts.
Elora hisses out, "Aeternum brumae imperium, descendat super hoc ferrum, verum frigus corrobora! Aeternum brumae imperium, descendat super hoc ferrum, verum frigus corrobora!" The golden dagger shakes. Teal eyes glare down at it.
William nods slowly to what Elora says, though without looking at her, eyes still on the doors reinforcements as they creak again. Only taken back towards the whole decursing bit when the light starts filling the room, eyes back on the circle and the dagger, as he brings up his notes once again to check what was happening without really interrupting his sister.
He had seen this once before, with a good result, but he was mainly making sure this was the right thing, only vaguely understanding or recognizing whatever his sister was saying, Latin being similar enough to other languages he knew to at least identify the words
With a sudden, bone-rattling crack, everything goes still. The glowing orbs explode in a burst of freezing mist, and the sigils on the floor extinguish in a cascade of crystalline frost. The golden dagger, now stripped of its malevolent aura, lies motionless at the center of the circle, glittering innocently in the dim light.
Elora, breathing heavily, slumps forward, her hands braced against the floor, her voice hoarse from chanting.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden dagger is broken.
Eloras Decursing Attempt 241108
(Elora's decursing attempt)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
On Fairway Drive
This road is paved, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the rugged beauty
of the surrounding forest. The asphalt stretches out before the traveler, a
ribbon of black cutting through the lush green of the trees. The road is
lined with towering oaks and maples, their branches reaching out over the
pavement, creating a canopy of dappled sunlight. In the fall, the leaves turn
a brilliant array of reds, oranges, and yellows, creating a stunning display
of color that is breathtaking to behold. The road is narrow, with gentle
curves that follow the natural contours of the land. It rises and falls with
the hills, offering glimpses of the surrounding countryside through breaks in
the trees. To the east, the road leads to Haven, its buildings and houses
visible in the distance. To the west, the road continues on towards Fairfax
Manor, the impressive stone structure with towering North and South wings
slowly coming into view as one approaches.
It is night, about 50F(10C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Elora says "I've got a cursed dagger. Where should we meet to decurse it?"
Elora says "I'm going to my brother's spartment since its central."
William says "That was fast"
Elora says "I was on the way here while driving."
William says "Sav is also at her place if you want to ask about the keys"
Elora says "She got that handled already, I think. "
William huhs
William says "That was also fast"
Elora says "I work fast."
Elora shrugs
William says "I guess so, yeah"
Elora says "Apartment 106."
William blinks a couple times "Who is comng?"
Elora says "No one, I think. Frustrating."
William says "Then who did you just tell that too?"
Elora says "Maybe ask Ashen if he wants to come."
Elora says "I tried to talk to knights."
William scratches the back of his neck, letting out a little sigh "Sure, I can ask them"
William says "I have been reading about making rituals..."
William says "I'd ask other people, but I doubt most people are wanting to decurse something right now"
William tilts his head to a side "How many is the ideal number of people to decurse some item?"
Elora says "Three arcanists in total."
William says "I... Don't think I count as one? I only know some rituals... And it takes me like two hours to cast one"
Elora says "What did he say?"
William says "They're busy"
William considers "What other arcanists do we know..."
William pulls up his phone to check his speeddial
Elora takes a golden dagger and places it upon the floor in the center of the living room and kitchen combination. The mohagony wood backdrop of the sinister blade gleams in the light as the woman with turquoise and neon hair looks down at it with cool teal eyes. Nearby William is on his phone, trying to get someone to help, but it seems that the effort is fruitless. "Apprentice mine, shutting off her cell phone. Where does she learn such filthy habits," Elora grouses.
William leaves his phone aside, shaking his head "Whatever, just two will do..." He says before going to the bedroom for a moment before coming with a couple pieces of paper, only to perk his eyebrow at Elora "Not me, that's for sure... Here, these will take away the problem we had last time of the gaps between the plants..."
has a lilting voice, the kind which rises and falls softly as she speaks, holding an element of musicality. "Knows she not, that she cannot learn, if never she comes to this?" Elora continues to complain, her words having the clipped quality which comes from time raised in England. She looks toward William for support. She nods gratefully to William accepting the pieces of paper and then gets to work scribing out symbols upon them.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
As the room grows hot, Elora grimaces in pain. "Winter take you, hold you in tight loving embrace," Elora complains. "Kiss you and treasure you always." The words, spoke not to William, are directed to the golden dagger. Light begins to glow from her choker, a silvery blue.
William nods his head, looking around the room for a moment before mentioning "The fridge and things like that should be secured properly in place... And the furniture was too heavy to be tilted last time..." He trails off a little bit, noticing the increase in temperature and reaching for the neck of his shirt, fanning it a little back and forth, being from England, not too used to the high temperatures "Fuck... It's doing... The same as the last, we should start doing these in the bathroom" He tells Elora before moving to make sure the little plates and trays that held the food on the isle, were proporly placed, in a way that even if they were to fall or rise from the surface, it was at least not over them
Elora works diligently in her sigil work adding ever more elaborate details. The sigils include a mountain like triangle shape with a jagged top, oblong tubes, and wavy lines which radiate toward the golden dagger she draws around.
A section of William's clothing catches fire.
Is in a dim room. Dim, because the two lamps have brown shades upon them. Yet the room is glowing brighter by the moment. Part of that is the soft blue and silver lights which flicker in her choker. Part of it is the flames on William's clothing. "Sink! Sink!" Elora chides. "Do not let a thing of Gonothorian or of summer abide with me in this place!" Elora makes a fussy motion toward William with one hand, shooing him toward the sink.
William moves towards his room for a moment, before jumping to a side, one sleeve of his shirt having caught on fire. He takes it off as quickly as possible, but stops himself before he throughs it into the ground, realizing the whole place is wooden. He moves firts towards the trash bin, but seeing how Elora motions, he nods and throws it into the sink, turning it on to have the water splash all over the piece of clothing, putting out the fire
Elora adds yet more light as she sketches. Arcane power flowing from her choker spills out to form whisping blue and white orbs which hover over her like an arcane version of the lamps used by engineers to light their subtle work on circuitry. Kneeling on the floor, her sketch reaches a point where the various symbols begin to connect. Then like an echo to the pulse of blue and white, the chalked lines she's written out are lighting out. They are white tinged blue, like water running across a glacier. Opposing the flames. Opposing the warmth.
Elora checks on William.
"You really need to start going to the gym. This might help brother mine to get a girl," Elora lilts.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
William groans a bit, letting out a little "Fuck", and leaving the shirt by the sink, soaked and wet, in case it was to happen again. He continues what he was doing and moves towards his room, again, coming shortly after with some notes, or well, a bunch of papers with equal amounts of scribbles and random words thrown around in the most disorganized and random ways "Like I said... I've been studying some of this stuff... Mostly reading about them-" He glances towards the symbols Elora is drawing for a moment and then back at his notes, grabbing a piece of chalk himself "I- Shut up, I'm sick..."
Elora scrambles to roll aside as loose metal flashes toward her. They hit the circle and there the metal hands in the air briefly as a coolness briefly comes. Then they are falling one by one with little tinkles. "You missed," Elora taunts the dagger.
William doesn't notice anything wrong at first, that is until a spare tray and some cutlery start pushing against the drawers that contain them, eventually opening and flying around into the circle. Jumping to a side to avoid getting stabbed by his own kitchen knifes. He begins to try and add a couple touches here and there to what his sister had already drawn, but being stopped again, distracted from the ritual and Elora as he hears the creaking of the southern and northern doors "Sister... It won't be as strong as to rip them off the hinges, will it?"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
As the final ten minutes tick away, the room's temperature begins to fluctuate wildly. The blue and silver lights emanating from Elora choker intensify, casting dancing shadows across the mahogany floors and pastel walls. The chalked sigils on the floor glow brighter, their icy hues contrasting sharply with the lingering warmth. "It won't be," Elora declares, confident, answering William.
The golden dagger at the center of the circle starts to vibrate softly, emitting a faint hum that resonates with the pulsating orbs hovering above Elora. Loose metal objects, previously pulled towards the artifact, now hover momentarily before gently settling back down with soft clinks.
Elora's focus sharpens. With deliberate precision, she connects the final sigils. A surge of arcane energy floods the room, and the chalk lines blaze with ethereal light. The dagger is enveloped in a swirling vortex of blue and white, the colors reminiscent of glacial waters. "Frigus aeternum, adstringe et torpescas, nulli calori succumbas! Nix et gelu, ambi et vincula, circumda hostes mei in glaciali silentio!"
Elora continues to chant, "Ventus glacialis, spiritus frigoris, custodi locum hunc ab ardore et inimicis!" Her voice has lost its lilts.
Elora hisses out, "Aeternum brumae imperium, descendat super hoc ferrum, verum frigus corrobora! Aeternum brumae imperium, descendat super hoc ferrum, verum frigus corrobora!" The golden dagger shakes. Teal eyes glare down at it.
William nods slowly to what Elora says, though without looking at her, eyes still on the doors reinforcements as they creak again. Only taken back towards the whole decursing bit when the light starts filling the room, eyes back on the circle and the dagger, as he brings up his notes once again to check what was happening without really interrupting his sister.
He had seen this once before, with a good result, but he was mainly making sure this was the right thing, only vaguely understanding or recognizing whatever his sister was saying, Latin being similar enough to other languages he knew to at least identify the words
With a sudden, bone-rattling crack, everything goes still. The glowing orbs explode in a burst of freezing mist, and the sigils on the floor extinguish in a cascade of crystalline frost. The golden dagger, now stripped of its malevolent aura, lies motionless at the center of the circle, glittering innocently in the dim light.
Elora, breathing heavily, slumps forward, her hands braced against the floor, her voice hoarse from chanting.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden dagger is broken.