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Emmellines Ghost Banishing 241216
On a chilling morning amid the stormy ambiance of Arkwright Cemetery, a confrontation unfolds that seems torn from the pages of a dark fantasy. Emmelline, together with Illyana and Isolde, stands ready to face a haunting unlike any other. As the atmosphere thickens with the stench of brimstone and a black mist births sinister, smoke-formed demons, the trio prepares for what appears to be an imminent battle. Illyana steps forth, shield and sword in spirit, her powers manifesting as balls of fire hurled at the advancing nightmares. Meanwhile, Isolde, undeterred by the hail pelting her, begins crafting a circle of protection with a meticulousness that speaks of arcane mastery. Emmelline, though sighing at the unpleasant familiarity of the situation, extracts a wooden tablet and a vial of blood – her tools for the ritual at hand. Her comments on the method of their magic underscore the diversity of their approach to the supernatural threat they face.
The situation escalates as the cemetery is besieged by winged monkey-demons, with Isolde invoking ancient incantations, and Illyana showcasing her ferocity and resilience against the demonic onslaught. The tension peaks as a hellhound leaps towards Emmelline, only to be brutally intercepted by Illyana. Emmelline’s concern for Isolde, who seems to be caught in the throes of her own ritualistic aftermath, adds a layer of human worry amidst the supernatural chaos. Amidst the destruction, Emmelline's focus on her glowing tablet intensifies, hinting at the culmination of her arcane efforts. The story reaches its pinnacle as the combined might of their actions, the spells, and Emmelline's ritualistic focus converge to dispel the smoke monsters that haunt the cemetery, leaving the group to ponder the aftermath and consider the wellbeing of one another in the eerie silence that follows the banishment.
(Emmelline's ghost banishing)
[Sun Dec 15 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 23F(-5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's hailing.
There is the sudden smell of brimstone that fills the area, and along with a rising, black mist: smoke, coiling along the surface of the graveyard. It seems to form strange whorls and shapes, and as they draw close to %n they begin to look more and more like creatures -- horned creatures, with red eyes full of menace.
"Here she is." Illyana agrees with Emmelline. "Hey, Kim." Illyana greets Isolde, the smoke rising. Snapping her fingers, Illyana grins. "I love these guys." she shares, her fingers balling into fists as she steps in to guard Emmelline, putting herself between the demons and Emmelline.
Isolde stares out at a series of lighting red eyes, point at herself with nonplussed, 'I am the target?' She puts in what appear to be a pair of green electronic earbuds, then takes a multitool out from her pocket and digs it down her arm. "Hi, Yan-uhh Eggggonii.." She slurs as the incision grits from a poor blade.
A trio of horned smoke-monsters advance out of the mist. They have twisted weapons formed of smoke, and they descend on Emmelline, howling in an incomrephensible, devilish tongue.
Putting herself between the demons, Emmelline and Isolde, Illyana doesn't advance, yet. The temperature spikes, the earth blackens, and fire begins to glow around Illyana, the air shimmering with an unseasonal roar of heat. Then, Illyana generates a ball of fire in each hand. Cupping each tenderly, Illyana throws one- Two- Then generates a third, tossing that at the third demon, discorportiating them each for a moment.
Illyana is apparently so casual at this that she finds the time to text.
A bright hue spills out from Isolde 's bracelet and the immediate air and carbon freezes around someone' forearms. Bracers of ice, mist spilling down them like fog creating spooky dust trails.
Isolde draws a ritual circle with her foot into the mud, as a good soft-ball sized hail strikes her in the side of the head. A faint moan of complaint, and a series of foreign mumbles, and she beings to draw out a series of ever smaller concentric circles in her ring.
A bright hue spills out from Isolde 's bracelet and the immediate air and carbon freezes around Emmelline's forearms. Bracers of ice, mist spilling down them like fog creating spooky dust trails.
Isolde draws a ritual circle with her foot into the mud, as a good soft-ball sized hail strikes her in the side of the head. A faint moan of complaint, and a series of foreign mumbles, and she beings to draw out a series of ever smaller concentric circles in her ring.
"Oh I hate these ones," Emmelline says with a sigh. "I don't know why I do these even. They're never pleasant," she says laughing, as she takes out her usual wooden tablet, with various shapes, symbols, and runes carved into it. She also takes out a vial of what appears to be blood, along with a glass pipette.
A trio of horned smoke-monsters advance out of the mist. They have twisted weapons formed of smoke, and they descend on Emmelline, howling in an incomrephensible, devilish tongue.
Still remaining before Emmelline and Isolde, Illyana sighs. "I thought I told you three to piss off..." It's not a question; Far from it, Illyana made that very fucking clear. The demons though didn't get the memo, so Illyana generates fire once more, tossing it forward, the motion disrupting one, then the following two impacting the ones to either side of it. Not content with just this, Illyana nods to Isolde as she notes the circles and chryomancy, then Emmelline's curiously different form of casting. Then, phone safely in her pocket, Illyana spreads her fingers, a gout of angelic fire bursting like a flamethrower at the advancing spirits.
Emmelline chuckles at Illyana's glance towards her, as she begins dripping blood on various parts of her tablet. Ignoring some shapes and symbols, while painting over others. It might look to someone not looking closely, as if she is making some kind of painted art form. Though she is using a pipette rather than a paint brush. "Yes, I know. You don't approve. But it does the job, and it keeps me from having to draw stuff in the dirt," she calls to the woman.
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Emmelline and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
's concentric circles stop, and in place she leaves in the center a smaller circle with a cross, marking each point from top left to bottom right; Ferra bestiae tenebrarum, Spiritus, Exilium, Sanguis.
Isolde makes a double take at Emmelline before calling out, "Will the ritual even house if you don't bind it to the location? The arcana won't find the circle if it moves." Hedge Mage wisdom, more question done in application than knowledge from experience.
Likely about to respond to Emmelline, Illyana's attention is drawn by Isolde instead; She has demon blood, and so depraved acts are something intrinsic to her. There's no motion; It's the turn of the head, but the stare promices violence. Why then is she ignoring Emmelline Is that sadism so easy at picking between those who would enjoy it and those oblivious to it? Is it something more? Or is it simply a preference in victims? -- Then the wind is past, and Illyana blinks, shaking her head, glancing around-- Emmelline, Isolde Back to where the last few demonic spirits came from.
Emmelline shrugs her shoulders at Isolde. "It works for me mate. And keeps me from having to draw things in the dirt, and pray the wind doesn't blow it away, or that a leaf doesn't fly by and disturb it all. That or carving it into stone. Which seems like just arduous work. Not to mention the work you'd have to do to remove it afterwards."
"I could just smash it." Illyana points out.
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Emmelline and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
"F-fuck stone.." Isolde grimaces as she struggles to take her skin with a clamp from the multitool and drag the wound further open. It does, though anything visceral is hidden from sight and sound by hail, blood, and dark shadows.
Isolde opens her phone, but the screen is a flash of colors down the pixels and unresponsive to input. With a tut of her tongue, she pulls out the OG from her handbag- splattering it red.
As the mist floats around Illyana, she shivers. Hugging herself, Illyana hisses through her teeth. Emmelline and Isolde forgotten, she just stares blankly, the fire guttering out as her attention is drawn into herself. Illyana does not like fear. It makes her mad, and be it some defensive measure or not, the fires around Illyana bank protectively; An incandescent circle of infernal flames that scorches the earth and grave markers equally.
'I mean there are so many texts and methods out there for rituals," Emmelline replies conversationally to Illyana, "I think whatever way works for each individual is fine. This is just what works for me," she says. And having finished using her vial of blood, she packs it away, along with her pipette, before she begins focusing. She stares at the tablet, at the various symbols, shapes and runes that have been covered in blood. The tablet begins to emit a faint glow. It is weak and flickering, but there if anyone were to look closely. of course it's then, the demons or whatever they may be, decides to strike fear. She grimaces, her hands growing clammy, almost dropping the tablet. "Just the ghost thing," she mutters quietly to herself, as she keeps staring hard at the tablet, trying to keep her focus."
With a howl, some kind of winged monkey-demon swoops down near Emmelline, its body made of living smoke. It's all grasping claws, striking hard to leave psychic scars that hurt like deep slashes. Other monkeys attack anyone nearby, with similar screeching, rending claws.
"In no-mee-nay Yeh-soo Chris-tee- Christ-? im-peh-ro tee-bee, spee-ree-toos..." The incantation spoken in a millennia old language from Isolde 's eastern tongue, almost sounds southern in it butchery. But, the words in testament, etched in pages for an elder God, take. Her blood spills and rearranges itself in a flood down the circles until three rings blur and splash out in waves of white mists.
Then, the monkey's attack. Illyana likes this part; She gets to tare into enemies violently, so she does. First, the monkey aiming for Emmelline lands with a flaming fist in its face, then, pathing to each within reach, Illyana rips them apart. She cant catch them all, of course. Illyana is one person, so Emmelline and Isolde have to deal with a number themselves.
Isolde wraps the wound.
Isolde rubs the rapidly closing wound, smearing red paint.
Pathing directly beside Isolde, Illyana casually reaches down, gripping that wound and squeezing with inhuman strength before pathing back to assault more demon monkeys.
"Really I hate these things," Emmelline says, as she dodges out of the way of the winged monkeys. She begins turning the tablet outwards, to face the ghosts, the glow growing stronger with each passing minute as the woman continues focusing her energy on it.
Isolde glances at Illyana with furrowed brow, and attempts a smile, then the sharp scream that dies in the dark of woods and is dragged into basements splits the air.
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Emmelline with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Not seemingly having even noticed Isolde's pain, or her own instinctive action to harm someone weak before her, Illyana returns to the demons. Isolde is out for now, having to focus with the pain and the circles, and Emmelline is doing -what ever she's doing- with her own magic. Illyana though is only just capable with ritual, so she focuses on slaying monkeys.
"Is she okay?," Emmelline asks of Illyana, gesturing at Isolde, as she tries to move out of the hell hound's way that launches at her. "Is that normal for her? In a ritual I mean?"
Isolde rocks back and forth, making modern art in splatting drops of hail watercolor and untasteful amounts of blood on her khakis. "NO!"
emote doesn't seem to think so.
As the hellhound attacks Emmelline, Illyana tackles it. She's strong, and the hellhound is flat ripped off of Emmelline. There's no pitty there. Illyana doesn't care if it leaves a wound on Emmelline, rips anything off or not. What matters is that she can fight the hellhound, and that she does, grabbing it by a front and back leg, battering it into headstone after headstone with reckless abandon.
Isolde Stans Illyana in distressed and hysterical horror. Mania swallows it across her face, and she just sets in the circle as the last ring flings back smoke.
"What the bloody hell mate!," Emmelline says startled by Illyana's violent reaction. "Calm down! They're just ghosts. Evil ghosts and all, but I mean it's fine." The glow from her tablet is quite bright now, as she continues to hold it out to the transparent figures, and it has the desired effect. "I think we're nearly done. Though not sure if she's," gesturing at Isolde, "is okay. Maybe her ritual went wrong? Perhaps we take her to hospital if she doesn't improve soon."
"I'm FINE." Isolde laughs.
The smell of smoke seems to peak, and then, with a rush of magical power, it's gone. The smoke monsters in the cemetery disappear, banished -- fading away as wisps of mist in the air around $n.
The situation escalates as the cemetery is besieged by winged monkey-demons, with Isolde invoking ancient incantations, and Illyana showcasing her ferocity and resilience against the demonic onslaught. The tension peaks as a hellhound leaps towards Emmelline, only to be brutally intercepted by Illyana. Emmelline’s concern for Isolde, who seems to be caught in the throes of her own ritualistic aftermath, adds a layer of human worry amidst the supernatural chaos. Amidst the destruction, Emmelline's focus on her glowing tablet intensifies, hinting at the culmination of her arcane efforts. The story reaches its pinnacle as the combined might of their actions, the spells, and Emmelline's ritualistic focus converge to dispel the smoke monsters that haunt the cemetery, leaving the group to ponder the aftermath and consider the wellbeing of one another in the eerie silence that follows the banishment.
(Emmelline's ghost banishing)
[Sun Dec 15 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 23F(-5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's hailing.
There is the sudden smell of brimstone that fills the area, and along with a rising, black mist: smoke, coiling along the surface of the graveyard. It seems to form strange whorls and shapes, and as they draw close to %n they begin to look more and more like creatures -- horned creatures, with red eyes full of menace.
"Here she is." Illyana agrees with Emmelline. "Hey, Kim." Illyana greets Isolde, the smoke rising. Snapping her fingers, Illyana grins. "I love these guys." she shares, her fingers balling into fists as she steps in to guard Emmelline, putting herself between the demons and Emmelline.
Isolde stares out at a series of lighting red eyes, point at herself with nonplussed, 'I am the target?' She puts in what appear to be a pair of green electronic earbuds, then takes a multitool out from her pocket and digs it down her arm. "Hi, Yan-uhh Eggggonii.." She slurs as the incision grits from a poor blade.
A trio of horned smoke-monsters advance out of the mist. They have twisted weapons formed of smoke, and they descend on Emmelline, howling in an incomrephensible, devilish tongue.
Putting herself between the demons, Emmelline and Isolde, Illyana doesn't advance, yet. The temperature spikes, the earth blackens, and fire begins to glow around Illyana, the air shimmering with an unseasonal roar of heat. Then, Illyana generates a ball of fire in each hand. Cupping each tenderly, Illyana throws one- Two- Then generates a third, tossing that at the third demon, discorportiating them each for a moment.
Illyana is apparently so casual at this that she finds the time to text.
A bright hue spills out from Isolde 's bracelet and the immediate air and carbon freezes around someone' forearms. Bracers of ice, mist spilling down them like fog creating spooky dust trails.
Isolde draws a ritual circle with her foot into the mud, as a good soft-ball sized hail strikes her in the side of the head. A faint moan of complaint, and a series of foreign mumbles, and she beings to draw out a series of ever smaller concentric circles in her ring.
A bright hue spills out from Isolde 's bracelet and the immediate air and carbon freezes around Emmelline's forearms. Bracers of ice, mist spilling down them like fog creating spooky dust trails.
Isolde draws a ritual circle with her foot into the mud, as a good soft-ball sized hail strikes her in the side of the head. A faint moan of complaint, and a series of foreign mumbles, and she beings to draw out a series of ever smaller concentric circles in her ring.
"Oh I hate these ones," Emmelline says with a sigh. "I don't know why I do these even. They're never pleasant," she says laughing, as she takes out her usual wooden tablet, with various shapes, symbols, and runes carved into it. She also takes out a vial of what appears to be blood, along with a glass pipette.
A trio of horned smoke-monsters advance out of the mist. They have twisted weapons formed of smoke, and they descend on Emmelline, howling in an incomrephensible, devilish tongue.
Still remaining before Emmelline and Isolde, Illyana sighs. "I thought I told you three to piss off..." It's not a question; Far from it, Illyana made that very fucking clear. The demons though didn't get the memo, so Illyana generates fire once more, tossing it forward, the motion disrupting one, then the following two impacting the ones to either side of it. Not content with just this, Illyana nods to Isolde as she notes the circles and chryomancy, then Emmelline's curiously different form of casting. Then, phone safely in her pocket, Illyana spreads her fingers, a gout of angelic fire bursting like a flamethrower at the advancing spirits.
Emmelline chuckles at Illyana's glance towards her, as she begins dripping blood on various parts of her tablet. Ignoring some shapes and symbols, while painting over others. It might look to someone not looking closely, as if she is making some kind of painted art form. Though she is using a pipette rather than a paint brush. "Yes, I know. You don't approve. But it does the job, and it keeps me from having to draw stuff in the dirt," she calls to the woman.
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Emmelline and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
's concentric circles stop, and in place she leaves in the center a smaller circle with a cross, marking each point from top left to bottom right; Ferra bestiae tenebrarum, Spiritus, Exilium, Sanguis.
Isolde makes a double take at Emmelline before calling out, "Will the ritual even house if you don't bind it to the location? The arcana won't find the circle if it moves." Hedge Mage wisdom, more question done in application than knowledge from experience.
Likely about to respond to Emmelline, Illyana's attention is drawn by Isolde instead; She has demon blood, and so depraved acts are something intrinsic to her. There's no motion; It's the turn of the head, but the stare promices violence. Why then is she ignoring Emmelline Is that sadism so easy at picking between those who would enjoy it and those oblivious to it? Is it something more? Or is it simply a preference in victims? -- Then the wind is past, and Illyana blinks, shaking her head, glancing around-- Emmelline, Isolde Back to where the last few demonic spirits came from.
Emmelline shrugs her shoulders at Isolde. "It works for me mate. And keeps me from having to draw things in the dirt, and pray the wind doesn't blow it away, or that a leaf doesn't fly by and disturb it all. That or carving it into stone. Which seems like just arduous work. Not to mention the work you'd have to do to remove it afterwards."
"I could just smash it." Illyana points out.
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Emmelline and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
"F-fuck stone.." Isolde grimaces as she struggles to take her skin with a clamp from the multitool and drag the wound further open. It does, though anything visceral is hidden from sight and sound by hail, blood, and dark shadows.
Isolde opens her phone, but the screen is a flash of colors down the pixels and unresponsive to input. With a tut of her tongue, she pulls out the OG from her handbag- splattering it red.
As the mist floats around Illyana, she shivers. Hugging herself, Illyana hisses through her teeth. Emmelline and Isolde forgotten, she just stares blankly, the fire guttering out as her attention is drawn into herself. Illyana does not like fear. It makes her mad, and be it some defensive measure or not, the fires around Illyana bank protectively; An incandescent circle of infernal flames that scorches the earth and grave markers equally.
'I mean there are so many texts and methods out there for rituals," Emmelline replies conversationally to Illyana, "I think whatever way works for each individual is fine. This is just what works for me," she says. And having finished using her vial of blood, she packs it away, along with her pipette, before she begins focusing. She stares at the tablet, at the various symbols, shapes and runes that have been covered in blood. The tablet begins to emit a faint glow. It is weak and flickering, but there if anyone were to look closely. of course it's then, the demons or whatever they may be, decides to strike fear. She grimaces, her hands growing clammy, almost dropping the tablet. "Just the ghost thing," she mutters quietly to herself, as she keeps staring hard at the tablet, trying to keep her focus."
With a howl, some kind of winged monkey-demon swoops down near Emmelline, its body made of living smoke. It's all grasping claws, striking hard to leave psychic scars that hurt like deep slashes. Other monkeys attack anyone nearby, with similar screeching, rending claws.
"In no-mee-nay Yeh-soo Chris-tee- Christ-? im-peh-ro tee-bee, spee-ree-toos..." The incantation spoken in a millennia old language from Isolde 's eastern tongue, almost sounds southern in it butchery. But, the words in testament, etched in pages for an elder God, take. Her blood spills and rearranges itself in a flood down the circles until three rings blur and splash out in waves of white mists.
Then, the monkey's attack. Illyana likes this part; She gets to tare into enemies violently, so she does. First, the monkey aiming for Emmelline lands with a flaming fist in its face, then, pathing to each within reach, Illyana rips them apart. She cant catch them all, of course. Illyana is one person, so Emmelline and Isolde have to deal with a number themselves.
Isolde wraps the wound.
Isolde rubs the rapidly closing wound, smearing red paint.
Pathing directly beside Isolde, Illyana casually reaches down, gripping that wound and squeezing with inhuman strength before pathing back to assault more demon monkeys.
"Really I hate these things," Emmelline says, as she dodges out of the way of the winged monkeys. She begins turning the tablet outwards, to face the ghosts, the glow growing stronger with each passing minute as the woman continues focusing her energy on it.
Isolde glances at Illyana with furrowed brow, and attempts a smile, then the sharp scream that dies in the dark of woods and is dragged into basements splits the air.
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Emmelline with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Not seemingly having even noticed Isolde's pain, or her own instinctive action to harm someone weak before her, Illyana returns to the demons. Isolde is out for now, having to focus with the pain and the circles, and Emmelline is doing -what ever she's doing- with her own magic. Illyana though is only just capable with ritual, so she focuses on slaying monkeys.
"Is she okay?," Emmelline asks of Illyana, gesturing at Isolde, as she tries to move out of the hell hound's way that launches at her. "Is that normal for her? In a ritual I mean?"
Isolde rocks back and forth, making modern art in splatting drops of hail watercolor and untasteful amounts of blood on her khakis. "NO!"
emote doesn't seem to think so.
As the hellhound attacks Emmelline, Illyana tackles it. She's strong, and the hellhound is flat ripped off of Emmelline. There's no pitty there. Illyana doesn't care if it leaves a wound on Emmelline, rips anything off or not. What matters is that she can fight the hellhound, and that she does, grabbing it by a front and back leg, battering it into headstone after headstone with reckless abandon.
Isolde Stans Illyana in distressed and hysterical horror. Mania swallows it across her face, and she just sets in the circle as the last ring flings back smoke.
"What the bloody hell mate!," Emmelline says startled by Illyana's violent reaction. "Calm down! They're just ghosts. Evil ghosts and all, but I mean it's fine." The glow from her tablet is quite bright now, as she continues to hold it out to the transparent figures, and it has the desired effect. "I think we're nearly done. Though not sure if she's," gesturing at Isolde, "is okay. Maybe her ritual went wrong? Perhaps we take her to hospital if she doesn't improve soon."
"I'm FINE." Isolde laughs.
The smell of smoke seems to peak, and then, with a rush of magical power, it's gone. The smoke monsters in the cemetery disappear, banished -- fading away as wisps of mist in the air around $n.