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(Korina's decursing attempt)
[Sun Aug 25 2024]
In a hidden nook steeped with lambent magic
This room defies any discernible exit or entry point; entirely circular, the walls darken from an pinkish hue near the apex to a deep maroon at the base. Natural light floods the chamber from the domed roof, complemented by additional illumination from a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and candles arranged around a central ritual circle. Nooks built into the walls are filled with crystals arranged by color, some of which glow with latent magical properties.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Korina pokes and prods at the wooden ring in her hands, twisting it around upon her palm while she looks it over - something malicious? Something that's just going to try and hurt her eyes with a sudden flash? Is she going to be electrocuted? Only time can tell! There's a low, low hum under her breath, and she moves to the center of the circle of candles to take a seat, ring still in hand.
The candles are lit one by one with the matches from the table nearby, each one burning in a different hue. Red, orange, yellow, and so on until they flow into each and every color of the rainbow, and Korina exhales a deep, deep breath and begins to focus upon the magical energy she can sense upon the item, her brow furrowed in concentration.
A section of Korina's clothing catches fire.
At first, the ring simply looks like any other ring - not that most rings are made of wood, but hey, that's probably not too unusual where Korina's from. A low hum follows, and then her shorts are on fire. The woman hisses out loud, patting at her thigh to snuff out the flames, and narrows her eyes at the ring. "I do not like fire," it gets told in no uncertain terms.
If it's going to be like this, Korina can be annoying too. She sniffs and leaves the room to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, bringing it back with her and just throwing the ring in there to suffer a pelagic fate. That's what it gets for setting her clothes on fire. At least it wasn't her hair, or her eyebrows, so it gets some points for that.
The ring sinks to the bottom of the glass, a couple of bubbles rising to the surface, and Korina stares at it for another moment, as though trying to see if it's going to cause any further shenaniganry. The answer seems to be no... for now, and she huffs out a breath through her nose, satisfied. "That is what I thought." She's asserted dominance over the non-sentient jewelry.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Korina picks up the glass next, holding it up to eye-level and focusing upon the strands of magic keeping the curse tethered to it. Slowly yet surely, there's a glimmer of light that rises amidst the rippling water, prismatic strands of light swirling through the glass from her illusory magic working its charm. For a moment, nothing else happens.
And then the small table is sliding across the floor to knock over a couple of candles as it's wrenched towards the ring, and Korina quickly reaches out to stop it mid-movement, a dissatisfied noise at the back of her throat. "Bad," she tells the ring as an athame clatters to the ground and wax spills across the floor from a candle toppled over.
A dissatisfied 'tch', and Korina pushes the table away again. "Maybe I should get Nik to bolt it to the ground," comes the musing thought - but she's got more pressing matters to worry about at the moment. The candle is set upright once more, first of all, before it can break down the house, and Korina's nails drum against the surface of the glass with a tapping noise while she considers the curse. Down it goes again, those swirls of prismatic color still roiling around within.
Back to it. The flames dance in the corners of her vision, forming strange, almost-familiar shapes while Korina concentrates, the light spreading outwards from the glass and towards the candles, a makeshift ritual circle out of light being formed in the air. Coruscating brilliance floods the room, reflecting off the crystals in the walls and the wan moonlight through the skylight until the air itself seems alive.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
There's a quiet chant beneath her breath in the Wildling tongue, and a squeezing of her eyes shut as the air pressure grows. Cracks form in the glass, threatening to make it shatter apart, though it holds still for now while Korina works, the light from the candles glowing brighter and brighter, the colors intensifying in the air as a vortex of illusory energy forms, centered around both Korina and the ring, the light refracting off the crystals into a thousand points of light like stars in the night's sky, contained in this room.
And then, with a final gesture, right as the glass cracks again and finally /shatters/ into little pieces, sending water flying all over, Korina claps her hands together to break the oppressive, deafening silence that's set into her ears, and the light bursts forth from her in one brilliant tide, the vortex of energy collapsing in on itself and the ring to engulf it in a brilliant flash.
And then it's over - the room is dark again, bathed only in quiet candle-light. The ring sits at the bottom of a shattered glass, innocent and curse-free, and the air hums with the remnants of magic that slowly dissolves back. Korina releases a slow breath, wiping away drops of water from her cheek, and tells the ring, the inanimate object that it is: "Urod."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.
Korinas Decursing Attempt 240828
(Korina's decursing attempt)
[Sun Aug 25 2024]
In a hidden nook steeped with lambent magic
This room defies any discernible exit or entry point; entirely circular, the walls darken from an pinkish hue near the apex to a deep maroon at the base. Natural light floods the chamber from the domed roof, complemented by additional illumination from a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and candles arranged around a central ritual circle. Nooks built into the walls are filled with crystals arranged by color, some of which glow with latent magical properties.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Korina pokes and prods at the wooden ring in her hands, twisting it around upon her palm while she looks it over - something malicious? Something that's just going to try and hurt her eyes with a sudden flash? Is she going to be electrocuted? Only time can tell! There's a low, low hum under her breath, and she moves to the center of the circle of candles to take a seat, ring still in hand.
The candles are lit one by one with the matches from the table nearby, each one burning in a different hue. Red, orange, yellow, and so on until they flow into each and every color of the rainbow, and Korina exhales a deep, deep breath and begins to focus upon the magical energy she can sense upon the item, her brow furrowed in concentration.
A section of Korina's clothing catches fire.
At first, the ring simply looks like any other ring - not that most rings are made of wood, but hey, that's probably not too unusual where Korina's from. A low hum follows, and then her shorts are on fire. The woman hisses out loud, patting at her thigh to snuff out the flames, and narrows her eyes at the ring. "I do not like fire," it gets told in no uncertain terms.
If it's going to be like this, Korina can be annoying too. She sniffs and leaves the room to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, bringing it back with her and just throwing the ring in there to suffer a pelagic fate. That's what it gets for setting her clothes on fire. At least it wasn't her hair, or her eyebrows, so it gets some points for that.
The ring sinks to the bottom of the glass, a couple of bubbles rising to the surface, and Korina stares at it for another moment, as though trying to see if it's going to cause any further shenaniganry. The answer seems to be no... for now, and she huffs out a breath through her nose, satisfied. "That is what I thought." She's asserted dominance over the non-sentient jewelry.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Korina picks up the glass next, holding it up to eye-level and focusing upon the strands of magic keeping the curse tethered to it. Slowly yet surely, there's a glimmer of light that rises amidst the rippling water, prismatic strands of light swirling through the glass from her illusory magic working its charm. For a moment, nothing else happens.
And then the small table is sliding across the floor to knock over a couple of candles as it's wrenched towards the ring, and Korina quickly reaches out to stop it mid-movement, a dissatisfied noise at the back of her throat. "Bad," she tells the ring as an athame clatters to the ground and wax spills across the floor from a candle toppled over.
A dissatisfied 'tch', and Korina pushes the table away again. "Maybe I should get Nik to bolt it to the ground," comes the musing thought - but she's got more pressing matters to worry about at the moment. The candle is set upright once more, first of all, before it can break down the house, and Korina's nails drum against the surface of the glass with a tapping noise while she considers the curse. Down it goes again, those swirls of prismatic color still roiling around within.
Back to it. The flames dance in the corners of her vision, forming strange, almost-familiar shapes while Korina concentrates, the light spreading outwards from the glass and towards the candles, a makeshift ritual circle out of light being formed in the air. Coruscating brilliance floods the room, reflecting off the crystals in the walls and the wan moonlight through the skylight until the air itself seems alive.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
There's a quiet chant beneath her breath in the Wildling tongue, and a squeezing of her eyes shut as the air pressure grows. Cracks form in the glass, threatening to make it shatter apart, though it holds still for now while Korina works, the light from the candles glowing brighter and brighter, the colors intensifying in the air as a vortex of illusory energy forms, centered around both Korina and the ring, the light refracting off the crystals into a thousand points of light like stars in the night's sky, contained in this room.
And then, with a final gesture, right as the glass cracks again and finally /shatters/ into little pieces, sending water flying all over, Korina claps her hands together to break the oppressive, deafening silence that's set into her ears, and the light bursts forth from her in one brilliant tide, the vortex of energy collapsing in on itself and the ring to engulf it in a brilliant flash.
And then it's over - the room is dark again, bathed only in quiet candle-light. The ring sits at the bottom of a shattered glass, innocent and curse-free, and the air hums with the remnants of magic that slowly dissolves back. Korina releases a slow breath, wiping away drops of water from her cheek, and tells the ring, the inanimate object that it is: "Urod."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden ring is broken.