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(Janette's decursing attempt)
[Tue Dec 10 2024]
In a lavishly cozy master bedroom
As you step into this opulent space, you are immediately enveloped in a sense of tranquility and warmth. The room is bathed in soft, warm lighting, casting a gentle glow that enhances the natural beauty of the oak furniture. A large oak wardrobe stands tall against one wall, providing ample storage space for clothing and personal belongings. Its smooth finish and elegant handles add a touch of sophistication to the decor. The oak flooring beneath your feet adds a sense of grounding and stability to the interior design, while a soft, plush rug in a complementary shade adds an extra layer of comfort. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, carefully chosen to complement the natural beauty of the oak furniture. The centerpiece of the lavishly furnished room is a grand oak bed with a headboard intricately carved with delicate motifs, showcasing the craftsmanship that went into its creation. The soft mattress is adorned with plush, sumptuous bedding in rich earth tones, inviting the beholder to sink into its embrace after a long day. To one side of the bed, a cozy seating area next to a fireplace allows you to unwind and relax. A pair of plush armchairs, upholstered in a luxurious fabric are nestled around a small oak coffee table, creating the perfect spot for sipping a cup of tea or indulging in a good book.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Janette stops dead in her tracks at the door, her eyes going wide and she quickly slams it shut, dropping hurredly to her knees and laying the dagger on the floor still half-wrapped in the square of clean white satin. "Yeah it's pissed off." Her brow pinched in concentration, she rests her hands palm up on her knees and centres her focus on the dagger before her, a silent incantation taking form on her lips.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Berlin is about to quip something that would surely be humorous, but that flash of light has him wincing. "Bloody fuck," he swears, lifting his hand to his eyes, blinking hard and rapidly. "Ouh, that hurt." He places a hand on Janette's shoulder, more to anchor himself in the room while stars swim before his eyes than anything else. "Damn thing." He lends her his focus and concentration, glaring through tear-filled eyes from the blinding flash at the little wooden knife.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Wincing in pain, Janette grits her teeth against the sudden pressure in the air and forces her hand an inch closer, her eyes narrowing further as if pinning the object down onto the handkerchief beneath it.
Berlin works his jaw, opening and closing it to make his ears pop. He reaches his free hand down, placing it over Janette's, lending her his support, his strength, aiding her in whatever magic she's doing as best as he can.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"This is where it starts to get aggressive," Janette warns through gritted teeth, keeping still and her hand extended with visible effort. "The next will hurt. Do not, break..."
"I'm right here," Berlin promises Janette quietly, "Not going anywhere. Stiff upper lip and all that stereotypical englishman stuff." His hand on her shoulder squeezes slightly, supportive and comforting all at once.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"It's unravvling," Janette announces hopefully, her fingers spreading slowly apart over the dagger while she tries to keep from shivering in the sudden intense cold. "It's beginning to wane. I think..."
Berlin continues his support role. He moves behind Janette, wrapping her in his arms, snuggling her close, his cardigan draping around her slender form to add as much warmth as his presence can provide. "Close," he murmurs, "We're very close. You're almost through. I've got you, just keep working."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.
Janettes Decursing Attempt 241211
(Janette's decursing attempt)
[Tue Dec 10 2024]
In a lavishly cozy master bedroom
As you step into this opulent space, you are immediately enveloped in a sense of tranquility and warmth. The room is bathed in soft, warm lighting, casting a gentle glow that enhances the natural beauty of the oak furniture. A large oak wardrobe stands tall against one wall, providing ample storage space for clothing and personal belongings. Its smooth finish and elegant handles add a touch of sophistication to the decor. The oak flooring beneath your feet adds a sense of grounding and stability to the interior design, while a soft, plush rug in a complementary shade adds an extra layer of comfort. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, carefully chosen to complement the natural beauty of the oak furniture. The centerpiece of the lavishly furnished room is a grand oak bed with a headboard intricately carved with delicate motifs, showcasing the craftsmanship that went into its creation. The soft mattress is adorned with plush, sumptuous bedding in rich earth tones, inviting the beholder to sink into its embrace after a long day. To one side of the bed, a cozy seating area next to a fireplace allows you to unwind and relax. A pair of plush armchairs, upholstered in a luxurious fabric are nestled around a small oak coffee table, creating the perfect spot for sipping a cup of tea or indulging in a good book.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Janette stops dead in her tracks at the door, her eyes going wide and she quickly slams it shut, dropping hurredly to her knees and laying the dagger on the floor still half-wrapped in the square of clean white satin. "Yeah it's pissed off." Her brow pinched in concentration, she rests her hands palm up on her knees and centres her focus on the dagger before her, a silent incantation taking form on her lips.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Berlin is about to quip something that would surely be humorous, but that flash of light has him wincing. "Bloody fuck," he swears, lifting his hand to his eyes, blinking hard and rapidly. "Ouh, that hurt." He places a hand on Janette's shoulder, more to anchor himself in the room while stars swim before his eyes than anything else. "Damn thing." He lends her his focus and concentration, glaring through tear-filled eyes from the blinding flash at the little wooden knife.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Wincing in pain, Janette grits her teeth against the sudden pressure in the air and forces her hand an inch closer, her eyes narrowing further as if pinning the object down onto the handkerchief beneath it.
Berlin works his jaw, opening and closing it to make his ears pop. He reaches his free hand down, placing it over Janette's, lending her his support, his strength, aiding her in whatever magic she's doing as best as he can.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"This is where it starts to get aggressive," Janette warns through gritted teeth, keeping still and her hand extended with visible effort. "The next will hurt. Do not, break..."
"I'm right here," Berlin promises Janette quietly, "Not going anywhere. Stiff upper lip and all that stereotypical englishman stuff." His hand on her shoulder squeezes slightly, supportive and comforting all at once.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"It's unravvling," Janette announces hopefully, her fingers spreading slowly apart over the dagger while she tries to keep from shivering in the sudden intense cold. "It's beginning to wane. I think..."
Berlin continues his support role. He moves behind Janette, wrapping her in his arms, snuggling her close, his cardigan draping around her slender form to add as much warmth as his presence can provide. "Close," he murmurs, "We're very close. You're almost through. I've got you, just keep working."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden dagger is broken.