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Fayads Ghost Banishing 240804
In the eerie calm of Arkwright Cemetery, Fayad, alongside allies Korina, Nikolai, and Ash, faces off against three menacing spectral figures, clad in an amalgamation of ballroom and pirate attire, wielding archaic weapons of the sea. The scene unfolds with a tense mixture of skill, desperation, and arcane power. Fayad, thrown to the ground by Korina's preemptive strike, quickly finds himself at the center of a ghostly onslaught. Despite the precarious position, his quick thinking and command over ritual magic begin to turn the tide. With Nikolai's protective stance and elemental prowess providing a physical shield, Fayad successfully initiates a ritual, cutting his hand to empower his spell, which begins to force the spirits into a corporeal, vulnerable state, making them susceptible to physical attacks for perhaps the first time since their deaths.
The spectral enemies, relentless in their assault, find themselves confounded by Fayad's clever use of Sanctuary, a spell that thwarts their attempts to inflict harm. Meanwhile, Ash's intricate Egyptian knot-binding works in concert with Fayad's magic, seeking to tether the spirits back to their graves. Korina, seemingly aloof and detached from the fray, offers minimal assistance, focusing instead on creating a luminous environment that perhaps serves more as a backdrop to the supernatural skirmish than a weapon against the ghosts. As the battle reaches its climax, the combined efforts of Fayad and Ash draw the spirits closer to their final rest, their essence congealing and being drawn into the earth. The spirits’ last desperate attempt at resistance is thwarted by the amalgamation of arcane tactics deployed by the group, culminating in their disappearance into the ground, leaving behind a quiet cemetery and a palpable sense of accomplishment among the erstwhile defenders.
(Fayad's ghost banishing)
[Sat Aug 3 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 79F(26C) degrees,
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.
Fayad hits the grass hard, wheezing as the air leaves him thanks to Korina's tackle. He doesn't move, considering the sharpness pressing against his spine. "Hard to - fucking - do it - from the ground - assholes," he pants, taking in breath, even as the spirits respond to Fayad's forced presence by manifesting.
Korina lets out a little 'hmm', narrowing her eyes down at Fayad, and then getting off his back and releasing him to brush stray dirt off her knees and dress. "It did not stop you," she points out. "A good sign." She meanders her way back to Nikolai's side then, all casual.
Ash types furiously, clearly enraged by the scolding, then slips the phone in their pocket to focus on the ghost.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Fayad, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Ash moves to Korina's side, making a line of people to judge Fayad and his skill.
Nikolai glances down at his phone with a sigh. "You are going to be very slow if you cannot incant while you do magic," he complains, clearly focusing on the most pressing of problems. "Good luck." He's the only non-arcanist here, of course, so he moves up to stand at Fayad's side, his skin hardening until there's a metallic groan with each of the movements he makes, and he plants himself squarely between the Scion and the Spectres, protecting him from a little of the incoming pain.
Fayad gets to his feet and is immediately set upon by the spectres, but he raises a hand and abuses the spell of Sanctuary - He places his neck in the path of the sword, forcing it to stop short. He swats in annoyance at the other ghost as it tries to literally lift his wallet, which is shown to contain more cobwebs than money. Raising his hand to his pendant, Fayad cuts the back of his hand upon it, the blood empowering the ritual as heat coalesces around the ghosts. The binding ritual takes hold almost immediately, forcing the ghosts into a less-than-ethereal state - one that even Nikolai could beat them up in.
Ash shakes their head confidently in reply to Nikolai, nodding to Korina. After all, she's always saying that words aren't important. They seem intending to assist, but... not yet. They watch Fayad carefully, observing, nodding slowly.
Korina doesn't even try. Fayad can fend for himself as far as she's concerned; she's more busy with her usual go-to of lighting the area up - it's noon, doesn't mean they can't use more light, right? RIGHT?
A glow pervades the place, countless motes of light brightening up the surroundings until nary a shadow remains.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
"Goddamn fucking pirate spirits," Nikolai huffs, cracking his skull forwards into the gun-toting spirit while another takes advantage to stab the smaller man in the back. He lets out a little sigh. "One day the Spears will do fucking job and banish Blackburne," he grumbles, and then he lifts a little ball-peen hammer, cracking out a lash of flame at the ghosts to try and burn up their stores of willpower and energy.
Ash takes a moment to observe before beginning. Fortunately, ghost binding calls for, in Ash's case, knot-binding, ancient Egyptian knotbinding that, if Fayad has studied his people's traditions, might recall. In this case, they seek the essences of the ghosts, their threads, and pull them together, to tie them to their graves, and form the Tet. While Korina's likely seen it before, Nikolai can only assume that the punk is trying to do something productive. Their hands are moving, anyways. But, without a focus *or* a voice for incantations... well, yes. bit slow.
Fayad has already managed to tie them down, but through an entirely different conceptual lashing - the fires that burn ephemeral about the spectres congeal, melt, meld together their ectoplasmic essences into something that can be touched. The competing magical traditions don't interact well, but Fayad's seems to have had the benefit of being first compared to Ash's slowed incantations. As the knife wielder tries to attack Fayad, the man scowls and elbows it in the face, which seems to surprise the ghost considering it's not used to being able to be physically interacted with. "I have never met a Spear of the Sea in my entire life," he observes, quietly.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Fayad gives him a repeat performance.
"One day," Korina agrees with Nikolai. Unfortunately, the light around the place keeping the ghosts contained by her own means is the only way she helps for now - Korina is prone to being lazy when there's another arcanists around to do the heavy lifting so she doesn't have to do it herself. /Two/ arcanists now? She's not even lifting a finger. The babies can handle it, and it's not like /she's/ the one getting stabbed.
Ash seems unconcerned by Fayad's magic - in fact, it helps. The first step is bringing them together, and the next is trying them into the ground. Even though the two traditions don't work together to bring them together faster, either one working or the other, they're still both two ways of doing the same thing. Instead they let Fayad manage cohesion - they simply pull the threads lower, towards the graves, so that Fayad and congeal their essences into the graves, like sealing a hole with melted wax.
The three spirits surround Fayad, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
While Korina may look like she's doing absolutely nothing at all, she's actually... well, she really is doing nothing, but she's also now keeping close watch on Nikolai, and a less intense, milder watch on Ash in case any of the ghosts happen to wander their way. They've just been intent on fucking with Fayad though, so it's mostly all for nothing.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Fayad has the strangest tactic of turning his most vulnerable spots to each opponent, to prevent them from causing superficial wounds. He's gotten good at abusing the limitations of Sanctuary, it seems, as he continues to chant ritualistic magic to set the spirits to rest.
Ash doesn't seem pleased nor concerned by Fayad's suffering... as likely a sign of apathy as focus. They *do* need to focus, after all, but it also seem unlikely that they care about strangers... or simply trust Nikolai to protect Fayad as much as Fayad's sanctuary. Regardless, their hands make almost milking motions, drawing the threads of essence down into the graves. At least they're helping - they could very easily just do what Korina's doing.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Korina is keeping a watchful eye out, thank you very much. She also 'coincidentally' and 'accidentally' happens to make a globe of light go bonk into the back of Ash's head, which makes them see stars for a few seconds. She might look apologetic if they're lucky, but she seems to not even have noticed.
Protection detail is a tricky thing to manage when dealing with the intangible nature of ghosts. Nikolai can only get in the way of so many attacks; he's not so large as to cover three sixty degrees, so he focuses on the more egregious of flying bullets, absorbing the plane with the expanse of his demigod demibod. "Korina," he sighs aloud. "Are you making life difficult to impart lesson, or are you just having fun?"
Korina lets out a soft little 'mrrph?' like she has absolutely no clue what Nikolai's talking about, and she blinks her eyes at him with a pretty little flutter of lashes. That's sure to distract him away from the question he's asking, right? As though to make up for it, she now joins in with a half-hearted, tiny little incantation of her own, slicing across her palm with a nail and sending a splash of blood across the captured, coagulated(?) ghosts that makes them bubble and boil.
Ash knows the answer as well as Nikolai does, surely, shaking their head and making a face as they try to clear their eyes out. Just as well that they've finished their part, now.
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.
The spectral enemies, relentless in their assault, find themselves confounded by Fayad's clever use of Sanctuary, a spell that thwarts their attempts to inflict harm. Meanwhile, Ash's intricate Egyptian knot-binding works in concert with Fayad's magic, seeking to tether the spirits back to their graves. Korina, seemingly aloof and detached from the fray, offers minimal assistance, focusing instead on creating a luminous environment that perhaps serves more as a backdrop to the supernatural skirmish than a weapon against the ghosts. As the battle reaches its climax, the combined efforts of Fayad and Ash draw the spirits closer to their final rest, their essence congealing and being drawn into the earth. The spirits’ last desperate attempt at resistance is thwarted by the amalgamation of arcane tactics deployed by the group, culminating in their disappearance into the ground, leaving behind a quiet cemetery and a palpable sense of accomplishment among the erstwhile defenders.
(Fayad's ghost banishing)
[Sat Aug 3 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 79F(26C) degrees,
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.
Fayad hits the grass hard, wheezing as the air leaves him thanks to Korina's tackle. He doesn't move, considering the sharpness pressing against his spine. "Hard to - fucking - do it - from the ground - assholes," he pants, taking in breath, even as the spirits respond to Fayad's forced presence by manifesting.
Korina lets out a little 'hmm', narrowing her eyes down at Fayad, and then getting off his back and releasing him to brush stray dirt off her knees and dress. "It did not stop you," she points out. "A good sign." She meanders her way back to Nikolai's side then, all casual.
Ash types furiously, clearly enraged by the scolding, then slips the phone in their pocket to focus on the ghost.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Fayad, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Ash moves to Korina's side, making a line of people to judge Fayad and his skill.
Nikolai glances down at his phone with a sigh. "You are going to be very slow if you cannot incant while you do magic," he complains, clearly focusing on the most pressing of problems. "Good luck." He's the only non-arcanist here, of course, so he moves up to stand at Fayad's side, his skin hardening until there's a metallic groan with each of the movements he makes, and he plants himself squarely between the Scion and the Spectres, protecting him from a little of the incoming pain.
Fayad gets to his feet and is immediately set upon by the spectres, but he raises a hand and abuses the spell of Sanctuary - He places his neck in the path of the sword, forcing it to stop short. He swats in annoyance at the other ghost as it tries to literally lift his wallet, which is shown to contain more cobwebs than money. Raising his hand to his pendant, Fayad cuts the back of his hand upon it, the blood empowering the ritual as heat coalesces around the ghosts. The binding ritual takes hold almost immediately, forcing the ghosts into a less-than-ethereal state - one that even Nikolai could beat them up in.
Ash shakes their head confidently in reply to Nikolai, nodding to Korina. After all, she's always saying that words aren't important. They seem intending to assist, but... not yet. They watch Fayad carefully, observing, nodding slowly.
Korina doesn't even try. Fayad can fend for himself as far as she's concerned; she's more busy with her usual go-to of lighting the area up - it's noon, doesn't mean they can't use more light, right? RIGHT?
A glow pervades the place, countless motes of light brightening up the surroundings until nary a shadow remains.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
"Goddamn fucking pirate spirits," Nikolai huffs, cracking his skull forwards into the gun-toting spirit while another takes advantage to stab the smaller man in the back. He lets out a little sigh. "One day the Spears will do fucking job and banish Blackburne," he grumbles, and then he lifts a little ball-peen hammer, cracking out a lash of flame at the ghosts to try and burn up their stores of willpower and energy.
Ash takes a moment to observe before beginning. Fortunately, ghost binding calls for, in Ash's case, knot-binding, ancient Egyptian knotbinding that, if Fayad has studied his people's traditions, might recall. In this case, they seek the essences of the ghosts, their threads, and pull them together, to tie them to their graves, and form the Tet. While Korina's likely seen it before, Nikolai can only assume that the punk is trying to do something productive. Their hands are moving, anyways. But, without a focus *or* a voice for incantations... well, yes. bit slow.
Fayad has already managed to tie them down, but through an entirely different conceptual lashing - the fires that burn ephemeral about the spectres congeal, melt, meld together their ectoplasmic essences into something that can be touched. The competing magical traditions don't interact well, but Fayad's seems to have had the benefit of being first compared to Ash's slowed incantations. As the knife wielder tries to attack Fayad, the man scowls and elbows it in the face, which seems to surprise the ghost considering it's not used to being able to be physically interacted with. "I have never met a Spear of the Sea in my entire life," he observes, quietly.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Fayad gives him a repeat performance.
"One day," Korina agrees with Nikolai. Unfortunately, the light around the place keeping the ghosts contained by her own means is the only way she helps for now - Korina is prone to being lazy when there's another arcanists around to do the heavy lifting so she doesn't have to do it herself. /Two/ arcanists now? She's not even lifting a finger. The babies can handle it, and it's not like /she's/ the one getting stabbed.
Ash seems unconcerned by Fayad's magic - in fact, it helps. The first step is bringing them together, and the next is trying them into the ground. Even though the two traditions don't work together to bring them together faster, either one working or the other, they're still both two ways of doing the same thing. Instead they let Fayad manage cohesion - they simply pull the threads lower, towards the graves, so that Fayad and congeal their essences into the graves, like sealing a hole with melted wax.
The three spirits surround Fayad, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
While Korina may look like she's doing absolutely nothing at all, she's actually... well, she really is doing nothing, but she's also now keeping close watch on Nikolai, and a less intense, milder watch on Ash in case any of the ghosts happen to wander their way. They've just been intent on fucking with Fayad though, so it's mostly all for nothing.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Fayad has the strangest tactic of turning his most vulnerable spots to each opponent, to prevent them from causing superficial wounds. He's gotten good at abusing the limitations of Sanctuary, it seems, as he continues to chant ritualistic magic to set the spirits to rest.
Ash doesn't seem pleased nor concerned by Fayad's suffering... as likely a sign of apathy as focus. They *do* need to focus, after all, but it also seem unlikely that they care about strangers... or simply trust Nikolai to protect Fayad as much as Fayad's sanctuary. Regardless, their hands make almost milking motions, drawing the threads of essence down into the graves. At least they're helping - they could very easily just do what Korina's doing.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Korina is keeping a watchful eye out, thank you very much. She also 'coincidentally' and 'accidentally' happens to make a globe of light go bonk into the back of Ash's head, which makes them see stars for a few seconds. She might look apologetic if they're lucky, but she seems to not even have noticed.
Protection detail is a tricky thing to manage when dealing with the intangible nature of ghosts. Nikolai can only get in the way of so many attacks; he's not so large as to cover three sixty degrees, so he focuses on the more egregious of flying bullets, absorbing the plane with the expanse of his demigod demibod. "Korina," he sighs aloud. "Are you making life difficult to impart lesson, or are you just having fun?"
Korina lets out a soft little 'mrrph?' like she has absolutely no clue what Nikolai's talking about, and she blinks her eyes at him with a pretty little flutter of lashes. That's sure to distract him away from the question he's asking, right? As though to make up for it, she now joins in with a half-hearted, tiny little incantation of her own, slicing across her palm with a nail and sending a splash of blood across the captured, coagulated(?) ghosts that makes them bubble and boil.
Ash knows the answer as well as Nikolai does, surely, shaking their head and making a face as they try to clear their eyes out. Just as well that they've finished their part, now.
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.