Patrollogs
Illyanas Ghost Banishing 241110
In the eerie dawn of Arkwright Cemetery, Illyana found herself amidst a swirling black mist, manifesting as malevolent creatures with red eyes that bore into her resolve. Unfazed, she initiated a banishment ritual, her fists ignited with angelfire, an ethereal force enveloping her as she began her confrontation with the tangibly dark forces. The atmosphere thickened with a sinister laughter echoing in the minds of the present, urging a surrender to their deepest sins. But Illyana, with ferocity and determination, began her counterattack, hurling balls of angelfire at the gravestones, marking runes within the ritual circle despite the overwhelming presence of her adversaries. The emergence of hooded figures from the mist, smoke monsters draining the air from the living, offered a grim reminder of the daunting task at hand, yet Illyana persevered, her actions directed by survival rather than sentiment.
As the specter of a horned demon materialized, casting a spell that seemed to squeeze the very heart of Illyana, she faltered but remained unbowed, continuing the intricate dance of rune-crafting while repelling the phantom's assaults with her angelfire. Even as a monstrous, infernal spider descended upon her, spinning a cocoon of black smoke, Illyana's resilience shone brightly. She obliterated the confining structure with a burst of fiery will, resuming her ritual with an intensified fury. In the climactic moments, surrounded by whispers offering corrupt temptations, Illyana managed to complete the banishment circle, her spirit and spells combining to ensnare and extinguish the demonic presence. Her success not only dispelled the immediate threat but also solidified her standing as a formidable foe against the darkness, sacrificing neither her integrity nor her commitment to the fight.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Sat Nov 9 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dawn, about 37F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds.
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.
Illyana Grins as the smoke rises. She cracks her neck, generates a ritual circle, creates angelfire on her fists- Something that spreads over her like faerie fire and starts a banishment ritual.
For a moment, the dark smoke is still around Illyana ... but then a low, evil laughter begins to echo. It takes only a second to realize the laughter is echoing inside the heads of those who fight here, and with it comes a sudden urge to give into everyone's worst sin.
Continuing to shape runes within the circle, that angelfire blazing around her, Illyana sends a text. Then, as though giving into some unspoken earge, she begins to throw balls of fire at various monuments with a snarl.
Calming herself, Illyana grimaces. "Fuck you!" she calls out, voice echoing across the graveyard and carrying across the cemetery. Another rune, then another is set into the circle.
From the smoky mist, a circle of hooded figures seem to approach, chanting in unison. At first, they seem to be living people, but as they draw closer to Illyana it becomes clear they are smoke monsters themselves. They reach out as their chants increase in volume, and it is as if they are sucking the air out of the lungs of everyone present.
Having no defense against that unknown arcane demonic attack, Illyana pauses in her crafting of the ritual circle. Struggling to breathe, she places a hand over her heart. It takes a mont, but she struggles, teeth gritted to inscribe the next.
For a moment, the dark smoke is still around Illyana ... but then a low, evil laughter begins to echo. It takes only a second to realize the laughter is echoing inside the heads of those who fight here, and with it comes a sudden urge to give into everyone's worst sin.
Snarling, Illyana generates and tosses another fireball. "Fuck you!" she hisses again, her voice cold and filled with wroth, seemingly at the world around her in general; Illyana is a very angry person, though she tries to hide that at the best of times. But here, there are no people for her to let the nasty out on, and so what remains is to take it out on things that she can desicrate. Once that's done, and a monument or two lays smouldering, Illyana inscribes another rune within the circle. This isn't easy. Illyana would rather fight than remove the demon spirits through ritual magic, but alone, she has no other choice.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Illyana, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Illyana can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
Half way through another rune, the figure manifests and Illyana drops to her knees. Eyes squeezed tight closed, she grits her teeth, both hands on the ground as she screams in pain. There's an echoing bellowing sound of agony, but eyes watering, she manages to complet that rune, moving to the next, one hand moving to her chest, the other launching a ball of angelfire at the smoke figure and disrupting it.
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Illyana and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
Managing another rune, Illyana pauses. There's a long... long moment as Illyana struggles to compose her thoughts, head tilted as she listens to somthing unheartd- Sibilant whispers of the mind. After a painfully long moment, Illyana grimaces, shifting to begin closing off the circle.
There is a look above -- and then, from an overarching tree, Illyana and their companions can see a black spider made of infernal smoke. It's huge, with a bloated belly, and then spun spider strands of black mist descend to wrap Illyana into some awful cocoon.
Looking up, Illyana squeeks, but is wrapped in a cocoon from the infernal spider. Fire bursts from Illyana and the cocoon is burst apart-- Mostly. And Illyana continues closing off the ritual circle, tossing a sphere of roiling angelfire at the spider.
Finishing her great escape from the cocoon by force, Illyana steps out as the webbing turns to smoke around her. Kneeling once more, she channels her fire into closing the circle, the edging and runes glowing with her angel fire as she focuses her energy into the banishment.
As the specter of a horned demon materialized, casting a spell that seemed to squeeze the very heart of Illyana, she faltered but remained unbowed, continuing the intricate dance of rune-crafting while repelling the phantom's assaults with her angelfire. Even as a monstrous, infernal spider descended upon her, spinning a cocoon of black smoke, Illyana's resilience shone brightly. She obliterated the confining structure with a burst of fiery will, resuming her ritual with an intensified fury. In the climactic moments, surrounded by whispers offering corrupt temptations, Illyana managed to complete the banishment circle, her spirit and spells combining to ensnare and extinguish the demonic presence. Her success not only dispelled the immediate threat but also solidified her standing as a formidable foe against the darkness, sacrificing neither her integrity nor her commitment to the fight.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Sat Nov 9 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dawn, about 37F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds.
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.
Illyana Grins as the smoke rises. She cracks her neck, generates a ritual circle, creates angelfire on her fists- Something that spreads over her like faerie fire and starts a banishment ritual.
For a moment, the dark smoke is still around Illyana ... but then a low, evil laughter begins to echo. It takes only a second to realize the laughter is echoing inside the heads of those who fight here, and with it comes a sudden urge to give into everyone's worst sin.
Continuing to shape runes within the circle, that angelfire blazing around her, Illyana sends a text. Then, as though giving into some unspoken earge, she begins to throw balls of fire at various monuments with a snarl.
Calming herself, Illyana grimaces. "Fuck you!" she calls out, voice echoing across the graveyard and carrying across the cemetery. Another rune, then another is set into the circle.
From the smoky mist, a circle of hooded figures seem to approach, chanting in unison. At first, they seem to be living people, but as they draw closer to Illyana it becomes clear they are smoke monsters themselves. They reach out as their chants increase in volume, and it is as if they are sucking the air out of the lungs of everyone present.
Having no defense against that unknown arcane demonic attack, Illyana pauses in her crafting of the ritual circle. Struggling to breathe, she places a hand over her heart. It takes a mont, but she struggles, teeth gritted to inscribe the next.
For a moment, the dark smoke is still around Illyana ... but then a low, evil laughter begins to echo. It takes only a second to realize the laughter is echoing inside the heads of those who fight here, and with it comes a sudden urge to give into everyone's worst sin.
Snarling, Illyana generates and tosses another fireball. "Fuck you!" she hisses again, her voice cold and filled with wroth, seemingly at the world around her in general; Illyana is a very angry person, though she tries to hide that at the best of times. But here, there are no people for her to let the nasty out on, and so what remains is to take it out on things that she can desicrate. Once that's done, and a monument or two lays smouldering, Illyana inscribes another rune within the circle. This isn't easy. Illyana would rather fight than remove the demon spirits through ritual magic, but alone, she has no other choice.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Illyana, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Illyana can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
Half way through another rune, the figure manifests and Illyana drops to her knees. Eyes squeezed tight closed, she grits her teeth, both hands on the ground as she screams in pain. There's an echoing bellowing sound of agony, but eyes watering, she manages to complet that rune, moving to the next, one hand moving to her chest, the other launching a ball of angelfire at the smoke figure and disrupting it.
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Illyana and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
Managing another rune, Illyana pauses. There's a long... long moment as Illyana struggles to compose her thoughts, head tilted as she listens to somthing unheartd- Sibilant whispers of the mind. After a painfully long moment, Illyana grimaces, shifting to begin closing off the circle.
There is a look above -- and then, from an overarching tree, Illyana and their companions can see a black spider made of infernal smoke. It's huge, with a bloated belly, and then spun spider strands of black mist descend to wrap Illyana into some awful cocoon.
Looking up, Illyana squeeks, but is wrapped in a cocoon from the infernal spider. Fire bursts from Illyana and the cocoon is burst apart-- Mostly. And Illyana continues closing off the ritual circle, tossing a sphere of roiling angelfire at the spider.
Finishing her great escape from the cocoon by force, Illyana steps out as the webbing turns to smoke around her. Kneeling once more, she channels her fire into closing the circle, the edging and runes glowing with her angel fire as she focuses her energy into the banishment.