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Emmellines Ghost Banishing 241118
On a chilling night in Arkwright Cemetery, Emmelline took on the daunting task of banishing three menacing spirits haunting the grounds. The spirits, each cloaked in decaying ballroom and pirate attire and armed with antique weapons, ambushed Emmelline with a spectral flintlock shot, igniting the confrontation. Despite the pain and the realization that there were no physical injuries from the shot, Emmelline remained determined to dispel the spirits. Meanwhile, William, though initially hesitant in his ability to combat, lent his knowledge to the effort, seeking refuge behind gravestones to prepare a complex ritual of his own. Both Emmelline and William, through a blend of arcane skill and determination, engaged in their separate methods to banish the spirits, revealing along the way unexpected depths of their capabilities and a hint of camaraderie amidst the spectral chaos.
As the night dragged on, both Emmelline and William felt the pressure of their ghostly adversaries' relentless assaults. William meticulously crafted a ritual circle on the ground, infusing it with a mysterious liquid and chanting incantations, as his contribution towards their mutual goal. Emmelline, despite the pressing danger, continued her banishing efforts, combining her mental focus with the use of vials presumably filled with her blood, to repel the spirits. The friction between their approaches sparked brief exchanges of rebuke and disbelief in the other's methods, yet underpinned by a shared understanding of the gravity of their situation. Their desperate efforts culminated in a spectacle of light and arcane energy, eradicating the spectral menace in a dramatic finale. As the spirits were forcibly evoked back to their realm, Emmelline and William's makeshift alliance underscored a night of eerie trials and a fleeting partnership woven under the gravest of circumstances.
(Emmelline's ghost banishing)
[Sun Nov 17 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 32F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
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.
Emmelline concentrates as she begins to attempt to banish the spirits. As the haunting piano melody plays and the three spirits rise, she shakes her head. "Oh my fuck, this is shite you see in some horror film. Brian would dig it, if he were here. though he couldn't help so... maybe not."
William nods his head at Emmelline, before glancing over at the emerging figures "Well, or things it seems... I am not that good at the fighting part, I am more of a ritual guy" He says making some distances between himself and the spirits, looking around the graveyards to find the places with bigger coverage "Do you fight at all? Or also banish?"
Emmelline's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
'No, I just banish," Emmelline says with a smile at William. "though I so did not know, you were aware, nor that you were an arcanist. The things we learn at two in the morning. I know of course, that your sister is supernatural. I assume," she goes on, "that you are..." she cries out in pain as the shot is fired into her shoulder, grasping it only to realize there is no wound. "I assume," she says after a moment, regaining her train of thought, "you are in a society of some sort?""
William doesn't really notice Emmelline is being attacked at first, after all, there is no visible cue for him to infer that, instead, he begins to move towards one of the taller graves, finding refuge behind it as he reaches into his shoulder bag, reaching for some chalk before looking at the ground, and shaking his head with a little groan, realizing it won't work "My sister is clinically insane... I am very aware and unaffiliated..." He pauses after saying that last part, tilting his head as if realizing something, before roaming around the place for a couple seconds to find some branch resistant enough to return to his position and start dragging it across the ground, having it part the earthy material better than chalk would get engraved on it, drawing a big sizeable circle at first
The cutlass-wielder attacks Emmelline, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"How pray tell," Emmelline says looking over at William incredulously, "are you aware, and obviously have some supernatural abilities to have arcane knowledge, but also unaffiliated? You do need sanctuary mate." She for herself, bandons the chalk circles. She carries several small vials with her, presumably full of blood, judging from its red contents. She sets up on the other side, and begins performing banishing rituals. Presumably having given up her own blood to make this happen.
William takes his time with the bigger circle, it might seem like a mundane task, or that he is going purposefully slow, but he doesn't want to have any issues for not having the pattern align properly, even going as far at some points rubbing his shoes against some sections of it to have the ground back to a blank slate, to redraw that bit. After a couple seconds having laid out a proper skeleton to layer more symbols and figures on top. He comments a bit to a side, glancing over at Emmelline "It won't be as efficient as chalk probably... But it's way easier than to start finding room to draw in tombstones-" He cuts his sentences as he sees her being attacked, going back to drawing as if to speed up the process "Do you need- Do you need help?" He asks as he keeps drawing on the very earth, shaking his head without looking at the girl "Humans are capable of the arcane... Do you really want to talk about this right now?"
Emmelline takes a minute to catch her breath as she fends off the attack, before she goes back to prepping the ritual. Hers, seeming more mental than physical as compared to William's. "You're gifted then?," she asks next, her words coming a bit slower with the mental concentration. At the man's latter question, she shrugs slightly. "We're going to be here a minute, and we're here. Why not? Unless you object?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Emmelline, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"Because of the three spirits trying to kill you?" He says pointing a finger in her direction, probably missing her, and the specters, but making his point out loud, and visible, before his hand goes back to dragging the tree branch in order to keep drawing the different shapes on the ground, around the bigger circle, six smaller ones, positioned perfectly to create a regular hexagon if you were to join their centers, which he does moments later. The shape seeming way too out of some folklore book, or well, in the case of arcane studies, a text book, taking his sweet time to make every shape match carefully "I'll have you know... Anyone can perform rituals... Even not gifted or supernatural- It is a way of magic accessible to every single person, even the mundane" William comments to Emmelline, clearly distracted by the tone in his voice
"Yeah well if you can lend a hand," Emmelline says, trying to fend off the attacks, "rather than drawing pretty looking shapes, that would be fucking superb." As she increases her concentration. there is a mental energy that flows from her, that attempts to repel the spirits. And each time one of them draw near her, it seems to cause the spirits to flicker, before regaining their form.
William then starts adding symbols inside each and every one of the smaller circles, not something that seems to represent something else, at least visually- It seemed proper textbook rune, stiff, just a random doodle for someone who looked at it unassumingly. Sharp edges and way too wavy curves when necessary, filling them out careful with his step, trying not to erase his own progress in the process of making the whole thing take shape. After adding those, then moving to write what seem like smaller words in some sort of incomprehensible language around the edges of the bigger circular shape "The shapes, are for a banishing ritual... My help consists of taking out a gun and trying to disuade the ghosts..."
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
'Yeah well they take fucking too long!," Emmelline says to William, her own teeth gritted with concentration, as she continues her work. The vials of blood slowly drying up somehow, under her ministrations. "If it takes you this long, I don't know how you'd handle it, if they were attacking you. Work faster!""
William watches around him, as the spirits seem to tag along each other in some sort of circling fashion around the broad space that makes him and someone apart, tilting his head slightly, but trying not to worry too much about it as long as they didn't outright attack, instead focusing on the drawing "Yours seem to be going on as well- And they're still here" He comments dismissively, the ritual circle in front of him now looking much more proper, bigger circle complimented by smaller ones and geometric shapes, with weird runes contained within it and gibberish written across the edges of it. He shapes his head, considering the amount of spirits, and seems to go back to drawing on it, adding even smaller symbols layered as a second line to the words, his free hand reaching for something else within his bag, and pulling out a sizeable glass container, filled with a dark red, almost brownish, liquid
William watches around him, as the spirits seem to tag along each other in some sort of circling fashion around the broad space that makes him and Emmelline apart, tilting his head slightly, but trying not to worry too much about it as long as they didn't outright attack, instead focusing on the drawing "Yours seem to be going on as well- And they're still here" He comments dismissively, the ritual circle in front of him now looking much more proper, bigger circle complimented by smaller ones and geometric shapes, with weird runes contained within it and gibberish written across the edges of it. He shapes his head, considering the amount of spirits, and seems to go back to drawing on it, adding even smaller symbols layered as a second line to the words, his free hand reaching for something else within his bag, and pulling out a sizeable glass container, filled with a dark red, almost brownish, liquid
'yeah well at least I'm doing something about it," Emmelline says, again through gritted teeth, her eyes shut with concentration as she continues to devote her energy to the ritual."
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.
William finishes adding the symbols soon enough, and then opens the bottle, pouring tiny amounts of the thick liquid across the grooves in the ground that is his drawing. He groans a little bit as he keeps on spreading the liquid, making sure to distribute it somewhat uniformly, prefering to go for second rounds on specific areas rather than overload one and run out for the next "If you don't know what you're talking about... Don't talk..." He says before taking a deep breath.
With the bottle now empty, he lowers his voice to a murmur, to the extent that Emmelline might notice he's whispering something, but not make out anything that he's saying, and to be fair, she probably wouldn't understand anyways, as it seems to be some sort of gibberish, now portrayed with voice instead of random symbols, the dark red liquid in the ritualistic circle starting to gain some light of its own
"You underestimate me, if you think I don't know what I'm talking about," Emmelline says with a chuckle to William. "Anyways why the hostility?" Though as William begins muttering things, she leaves the man to his own devices. Even as she hits the ground to avoid being shot. "Look out!," she yells to William, hoping he might take cover too, or at least drop to the ground.
William drops to the ground, to a side to avoid disrupting the drawing he had spent the last half an hour working on. Taking a deep breath, the pause only causing that light to die down for a couple moments, soon enough, he's back to whispering whatever it is that he's saying, having the blood contained in the ritual start lighting up again. And within a couple minutes, the light only grows, making it seem like the entire drawing is now the one lighting up, rather than the liquid, almost making it look like it's drawn with light itself on the ground, tones of blue and green accompanying the otherwise purely white glow
"So what does happen," Emmelline asks of William, even through her more mental concentration, "if like... I don't know, a leaf or somethinb lows over that drawing and disturbs it? That or you accidentaly scuff it up? Does it fail completely? or is it more like by levels?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Emmelline, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
William doesn't really offer much of an answer to Emmelline, despite the glow looking like it indicates the whole thing is ready, he keeps on whispering to himself, uninterrupted, taking a deep inhale through his nose and closing one eye to try to focus, though keeping the other open for obvious reasons, keeping an eye on the spirits and making sure the whole magic was still running every single moment.
The light only grows and grows, for a moment looking like someone might have left some strong lighting instrument laying around the cemetery, giving an ominous or careless look to anyone far away not to know what is going on, but few moments later, it seems to project onto two of the roaming spirits, almost attacking them, not visually- There is no connection between the drawings and the spirits to the observer's eyes, but it is definitely taking ahold of them, trying to return them back where they belong, hoping that what the girl is doing can take care of the remaining one, as his ritual, accounted for two of them, seeing as she was casting as well
Emmelline holds her hands up, and now with her mental concentration causes light to radiate from her hands. The light shoot out towards the spirits indiscrimately, with each cast, it seems to make the spirits flicker, for longer and longer times, clearly doing the effect of banishing them.
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.
As the night dragged on, both Emmelline and William felt the pressure of their ghostly adversaries' relentless assaults. William meticulously crafted a ritual circle on the ground, infusing it with a mysterious liquid and chanting incantations, as his contribution towards their mutual goal. Emmelline, despite the pressing danger, continued her banishing efforts, combining her mental focus with the use of vials presumably filled with her blood, to repel the spirits. The friction between their approaches sparked brief exchanges of rebuke and disbelief in the other's methods, yet underpinned by a shared understanding of the gravity of their situation. Their desperate efforts culminated in a spectacle of light and arcane energy, eradicating the spectral menace in a dramatic finale. As the spirits were forcibly evoked back to their realm, Emmelline and William's makeshift alliance underscored a night of eerie trials and a fleeting partnership woven under the gravest of circumstances.
(Emmelline's ghost banishing)
[Sun Nov 17 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 32F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
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.
Emmelline concentrates as she begins to attempt to banish the spirits. As the haunting piano melody plays and the three spirits rise, she shakes her head. "Oh my fuck, this is shite you see in some horror film. Brian would dig it, if he were here. though he couldn't help so... maybe not."
William nods his head at Emmelline, before glancing over at the emerging figures "Well, or things it seems... I am not that good at the fighting part, I am more of a ritual guy" He says making some distances between himself and the spirits, looking around the graveyards to find the places with bigger coverage "Do you fight at all? Or also banish?"
Emmelline's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
'No, I just banish," Emmelline says with a smile at William. "though I so did not know, you were aware, nor that you were an arcanist. The things we learn at two in the morning. I know of course, that your sister is supernatural. I assume," she goes on, "that you are..." she cries out in pain as the shot is fired into her shoulder, grasping it only to realize there is no wound. "I assume," she says after a moment, regaining her train of thought, "you are in a society of some sort?""
William doesn't really notice Emmelline is being attacked at first, after all, there is no visible cue for him to infer that, instead, he begins to move towards one of the taller graves, finding refuge behind it as he reaches into his shoulder bag, reaching for some chalk before looking at the ground, and shaking his head with a little groan, realizing it won't work "My sister is clinically insane... I am very aware and unaffiliated..." He pauses after saying that last part, tilting his head as if realizing something, before roaming around the place for a couple seconds to find some branch resistant enough to return to his position and start dragging it across the ground, having it part the earthy material better than chalk would get engraved on it, drawing a big sizeable circle at first
The cutlass-wielder attacks Emmelline, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"How pray tell," Emmelline says looking over at William incredulously, "are you aware, and obviously have some supernatural abilities to have arcane knowledge, but also unaffiliated? You do need sanctuary mate." She for herself, bandons the chalk circles. She carries several small vials with her, presumably full of blood, judging from its red contents. She sets up on the other side, and begins performing banishing rituals. Presumably having given up her own blood to make this happen.
William takes his time with the bigger circle, it might seem like a mundane task, or that he is going purposefully slow, but he doesn't want to have any issues for not having the pattern align properly, even going as far at some points rubbing his shoes against some sections of it to have the ground back to a blank slate, to redraw that bit. After a couple seconds having laid out a proper skeleton to layer more symbols and figures on top. He comments a bit to a side, glancing over at Emmelline "It won't be as efficient as chalk probably... But it's way easier than to start finding room to draw in tombstones-" He cuts his sentences as he sees her being attacked, going back to drawing as if to speed up the process "Do you need- Do you need help?" He asks as he keeps drawing on the very earth, shaking his head without looking at the girl "Humans are capable of the arcane... Do you really want to talk about this right now?"
Emmelline takes a minute to catch her breath as she fends off the attack, before she goes back to prepping the ritual. Hers, seeming more mental than physical as compared to William's. "You're gifted then?," she asks next, her words coming a bit slower with the mental concentration. At the man's latter question, she shrugs slightly. "We're going to be here a minute, and we're here. Why not? Unless you object?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Emmelline, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"Because of the three spirits trying to kill you?" He says pointing a finger in her direction, probably missing her, and the specters, but making his point out loud, and visible, before his hand goes back to dragging the tree branch in order to keep drawing the different shapes on the ground, around the bigger circle, six smaller ones, positioned perfectly to create a regular hexagon if you were to join their centers, which he does moments later. The shape seeming way too out of some folklore book, or well, in the case of arcane studies, a text book, taking his sweet time to make every shape match carefully "I'll have you know... Anyone can perform rituals... Even not gifted or supernatural- It is a way of magic accessible to every single person, even the mundane" William comments to Emmelline, clearly distracted by the tone in his voice
"Yeah well if you can lend a hand," Emmelline says, trying to fend off the attacks, "rather than drawing pretty looking shapes, that would be fucking superb." As she increases her concentration. there is a mental energy that flows from her, that attempts to repel the spirits. And each time one of them draw near her, it seems to cause the spirits to flicker, before regaining their form.
William then starts adding symbols inside each and every one of the smaller circles, not something that seems to represent something else, at least visually- It seemed proper textbook rune, stiff, just a random doodle for someone who looked at it unassumingly. Sharp edges and way too wavy curves when necessary, filling them out careful with his step, trying not to erase his own progress in the process of making the whole thing take shape. After adding those, then moving to write what seem like smaller words in some sort of incomprehensible language around the edges of the bigger circular shape "The shapes, are for a banishing ritual... My help consists of taking out a gun and trying to disuade the ghosts..."
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
'Yeah well they take fucking too long!," Emmelline says to William, her own teeth gritted with concentration, as she continues her work. The vials of blood slowly drying up somehow, under her ministrations. "If it takes you this long, I don't know how you'd handle it, if they were attacking you. Work faster!""
William watches around him, as the spirits seem to tag along each other in some sort of circling fashion around the broad space that makes him and someone apart, tilting his head slightly, but trying not to worry too much about it as long as they didn't outright attack, instead focusing on the drawing "Yours seem to be going on as well- And they're still here" He comments dismissively, the ritual circle in front of him now looking much more proper, bigger circle complimented by smaller ones and geometric shapes, with weird runes contained within it and gibberish written across the edges of it. He shapes his head, considering the amount of spirits, and seems to go back to drawing on it, adding even smaller symbols layered as a second line to the words, his free hand reaching for something else within his bag, and pulling out a sizeable glass container, filled with a dark red, almost brownish, liquid
William watches around him, as the spirits seem to tag along each other in some sort of circling fashion around the broad space that makes him and Emmelline apart, tilting his head slightly, but trying not to worry too much about it as long as they didn't outright attack, instead focusing on the drawing "Yours seem to be going on as well- And they're still here" He comments dismissively, the ritual circle in front of him now looking much more proper, bigger circle complimented by smaller ones and geometric shapes, with weird runes contained within it and gibberish written across the edges of it. He shapes his head, considering the amount of spirits, and seems to go back to drawing on it, adding even smaller symbols layered as a second line to the words, his free hand reaching for something else within his bag, and pulling out a sizeable glass container, filled with a dark red, almost brownish, liquid
'yeah well at least I'm doing something about it," Emmelline says, again through gritted teeth, her eyes shut with concentration as she continues to devote her energy to the ritual."
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.
William finishes adding the symbols soon enough, and then opens the bottle, pouring tiny amounts of the thick liquid across the grooves in the ground that is his drawing. He groans a little bit as he keeps on spreading the liquid, making sure to distribute it somewhat uniformly, prefering to go for second rounds on specific areas rather than overload one and run out for the next "If you don't know what you're talking about... Don't talk..." He says before taking a deep breath.
With the bottle now empty, he lowers his voice to a murmur, to the extent that Emmelline might notice he's whispering something, but not make out anything that he's saying, and to be fair, she probably wouldn't understand anyways, as it seems to be some sort of gibberish, now portrayed with voice instead of random symbols, the dark red liquid in the ritualistic circle starting to gain some light of its own
"You underestimate me, if you think I don't know what I'm talking about," Emmelline says with a chuckle to William. "Anyways why the hostility?" Though as William begins muttering things, she leaves the man to his own devices. Even as she hits the ground to avoid being shot. "Look out!," she yells to William, hoping he might take cover too, or at least drop to the ground.
William drops to the ground, to a side to avoid disrupting the drawing he had spent the last half an hour working on. Taking a deep breath, the pause only causing that light to die down for a couple moments, soon enough, he's back to whispering whatever it is that he's saying, having the blood contained in the ritual start lighting up again. And within a couple minutes, the light only grows, making it seem like the entire drawing is now the one lighting up, rather than the liquid, almost making it look like it's drawn with light itself on the ground, tones of blue and green accompanying the otherwise purely white glow
"So what does happen," Emmelline asks of William, even through her more mental concentration, "if like... I don't know, a leaf or somethinb lows over that drawing and disturbs it? That or you accidentaly scuff it up? Does it fail completely? or is it more like by levels?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Emmelline, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
William doesn't really offer much of an answer to Emmelline, despite the glow looking like it indicates the whole thing is ready, he keeps on whispering to himself, uninterrupted, taking a deep inhale through his nose and closing one eye to try to focus, though keeping the other open for obvious reasons, keeping an eye on the spirits and making sure the whole magic was still running every single moment.
The light only grows and grows, for a moment looking like someone might have left some strong lighting instrument laying around the cemetery, giving an ominous or careless look to anyone far away not to know what is going on, but few moments later, it seems to project onto two of the roaming spirits, almost attacking them, not visually- There is no connection between the drawings and the spirits to the observer's eyes, but it is definitely taking ahold of them, trying to return them back where they belong, hoping that what the girl is doing can take care of the remaining one, as his ritual, accounted for two of them, seeing as she was casting as well
Emmelline holds her hands up, and now with her mental concentration causes light to radiate from her hands. The light shoot out towards the spirits indiscrimately, with each cast, it seems to make the spirits flicker, for longer and longer times, clearly doing the effect of banishing them.
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.