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(Fiona's decursing attempt)
[Tue Dec 3 2024]
In The Forest
It is after dusk, about 41F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Fiona says "Anyone available to help me mess with this necklace I just found?"
Fiona sighs when she doesn't hear anything coming in over the comms, and she wanders into the middle of her room, setting the necklace down on the floor in front of her as she crouches down. She bites at the side of her hand, drawing flesh blood from a single puncture wound, far darker and stronger smelling than most -- vee, that precious substance that flows through her -- and uses it to draw a basic binding circle around both herself and the necklace.
Tilting her head once she is finished, Fiona reaches out and places her hand on top of the necklace, closing her eyes. "Come on, Fiona. You can do this. You can feel the flow of magic here," she mutters to herself with some annoyance in her voice, her fingers curling around the wooden beads of the piece of jewelry. "Remember what she taught you."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"Wai-- fuck!" Fiona says, wincing slightly as all the steel jewelry she wears is yanked toward the artifact, her own body moving somewhat with that motion to reduce the stress as she crosses an arm over her chest. "You bastard necklace," she mutters, and then closes her eyes. "Focusing rituals, Fee," she mumbles to herself, and her hand starts to dance rhythmic patterns in the air as she chants a mantra.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Steel first started to get pulled, and now glows red as the ambient temperature in the room grows, sizzling against Fiona's skin briefly as she hisses inwardly. She's only doing this for herself, only to remember, but she still knows that the smell of cooked flesh is probably not the best thing -- even if it's likely to heal quickly enough. "Okay, look, you," she says to the necklace finally. "We're going to have a little chat about your leylines." She moves her hand through the air, then suddenly stops, blinking as if she'd actually bumped into something solid. "No way."
A section of Fiona's clothing catches fire.
... And then the bustier of Fiona's dress ignites, and she wide-eyed starts to slap at it, going, "Nope, nope, nope, stop messing with the metal I'm wearing," she hisses at the necklace. "I'm really hoping this is fake fire," she snarls as she manages to put it out, not looking to her dress for damage yet. She grasps onto the leyline she thinks she's found, and viscerally, physically, yanks at it.
The whole room shakes.
"Yep," Fiona mutters. "That's the source, alright," as the room starts to shake. Thankfully, most things in here are now in boxes or tucked away, and stable, but she has to focus on her balance on wobbly heels. "Alright, just a little more," she says, the muscles in her arm straining as she continues to work on the arcane tether holding the curse in place.
Starting to wind the leyline around her hand, twisting it hard until the magic within starts to shatter, Fiona mutters, "I almost... have... you..." as the last of the malevolent arcane power within the weak artifact begins to disperse.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden necklace is broken.
Fionas Decursing Attempt 241204
(Fiona's decursing attempt)
[Tue Dec 3 2024]
In The Forest
It is after dusk, about 41F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Fiona says "Anyone available to help me mess with this necklace I just found?"
Fiona sighs when she doesn't hear anything coming in over the comms, and she wanders into the middle of her room, setting the necklace down on the floor in front of her as she crouches down. She bites at the side of her hand, drawing flesh blood from a single puncture wound, far darker and stronger smelling than most -- vee, that precious substance that flows through her -- and uses it to draw a basic binding circle around both herself and the necklace.
Tilting her head once she is finished, Fiona reaches out and places her hand on top of the necklace, closing her eyes. "Come on, Fiona. You can do this. You can feel the flow of magic here," she mutters to herself with some annoyance in her voice, her fingers curling around the wooden beads of the piece of jewelry. "Remember what she taught you."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"Wai-- fuck!" Fiona says, wincing slightly as all the steel jewelry she wears is yanked toward the artifact, her own body moving somewhat with that motion to reduce the stress as she crosses an arm over her chest. "You bastard necklace," she mutters, and then closes her eyes. "Focusing rituals, Fee," she mumbles to herself, and her hand starts to dance rhythmic patterns in the air as she chants a mantra.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Steel first started to get pulled, and now glows red as the ambient temperature in the room grows, sizzling against Fiona's skin briefly as she hisses inwardly. She's only doing this for herself, only to remember, but she still knows that the smell of cooked flesh is probably not the best thing -- even if it's likely to heal quickly enough. "Okay, look, you," she says to the necklace finally. "We're going to have a little chat about your leylines." She moves her hand through the air, then suddenly stops, blinking as if she'd actually bumped into something solid. "No way."
A section of Fiona's clothing catches fire.
... And then the bustier of Fiona's dress ignites, and she wide-eyed starts to slap at it, going, "Nope, nope, nope, stop messing with the metal I'm wearing," she hisses at the necklace. "I'm really hoping this is fake fire," she snarls as she manages to put it out, not looking to her dress for damage yet. She grasps onto the leyline she thinks she's found, and viscerally, physically, yanks at it.
The whole room shakes.
"Yep," Fiona mutters. "That's the source, alright," as the room starts to shake. Thankfully, most things in here are now in boxes or tucked away, and stable, but she has to focus on her balance on wobbly heels. "Alright, just a little more," she says, the muscles in her arm straining as she continues to work on the arcane tether holding the curse in place.
Starting to wind the leyline around her hand, twisting it hard until the magic within starts to shatter, Fiona mutters, "I almost... have... you..." as the last of the malevolent arcane power within the weak artifact begins to disperse.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden necklace is broken.