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Korinas Ghost Banishing 240711
On a warm night at Arkwright Cemetery, amidst a haunting melody, Korina finds herself unexpectedly visited by three spectral figures dressed in an eerie mix of ballroom and pirate attire, each armed with ghostly weapons. The ghosts, familiar foes to Korina, waste no time in attacking her – a pair of ghostly hands emerges from the soil, anchoring her in place, as the apparitions launch their assault. Korina, taken aback by the sudden ambush, quickly regains her composure, attempting to fend off the ghosts with her own abilities. Despite her valiant effort to swipe at the ghost wielding a cutlass and evading an attack that left a burning sensation in her shoulder from a spectral flintlock pistol, Korina finds herself struggling against the overpowering trio. Her situation becomes increasingly dire as she narrowly avoids a stab from the double knife-wielding ghost, her frustration mounting with each evasion.
Cornered and covered in soil, Korina resorts to her magic, gathering motes of prismatic light into a protective shield around her. Despite the ghostly flintlock wielder's relentless stream of spectral bullets and the persistent attacks from her aggressors, Korina skillfully ducks and maneuvers to maintain her concentration. With each passing moment, the light surrounding her grows brighter, illustrating her determination to not only protect herself but also to confront the ghosts with her growing power. The intensity of the scene peaks as Korina, now huddled behind a gravestone, channels the full extent of her abilities to herd the ghosts within the brilliance of her magical light, demonstrating her resilience and mastery over the situation. Her strategic retreat and the use of her magic highlight Korina's adaptability and determination in the face of an overwhelming supernatural challenge.
(Korina's ghost banishing)
[Wed Jul 10 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 89F(31C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
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.
Korina is yawning where sit sits upon the damp soil of the graveyard near a weathered gravestone, blinking her eyes slowly at the ghosts that appear. "Oh," she says, articulately, as though greeting old friends, "It is you again."
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Korina to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
And there goes all her relaxation - Korina lets out a startled yelp, claw-tipped fingers attempting to swipe across the face of the cutlass wielder and finding nothing but thin air, and she lets out a growl as she manages to lean back to avoid the cutlass wielder's swoop just barely. "I see now why even the ground did not want you to rot in it," she snarls out, motes of prismatic light building in the air around her.
Korina's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Turns out one against three does not make a favorable matchup for Korina. She avoids the cutlass wielded just in time to get bonked from the back by the flintlock guy, and there's a loud hiss as she reaches up to poke at her shoulder, checking for damage. None, it would appear, but the pain is very real regardless. She continues her assembly of light, though mildly distracted trying to keep the ghosts at bay now.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Korina, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Aha, she doesn't /have/ anything in her pockets, surprise. Korina snarls at the cutlass-wielder and swipes her nails across the flintlock lady's ethereal form, passing through it without any effect. She's staying low to the ground now, crouching defensively while she builds up more and more of those balls of light, almost the entire area brightly lit up now.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Korina, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
"No!" Korina tells the cackler, growling loudly at the attempt at backstabbery - nobody likes a backstabber. She leaps forward and rolls along the ground to huddle up behind a gravestone, peering out from behind it, and then glancing over her shoulder in case there's any ghosts attached to her back. Apparently not. "Let me focus and I will deal with all of you, hmph," comes the grumble, the symbols etched into her bracelets glowing brightly while she works.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
It's a good thing Korina's already hiding behind the gravestone. She sees the bullets coming and just ducks underneath it, small enough to avoid them altogether.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Korina, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Korina is well and thoroughly covered with graveyard soil by now. She rolls over again to avoid the stab, peering over to see if the flintlock guy is still shooting out bullets - the answer seems to be no, so she just moves on. A clasping of her hands together brings the glowing balls of light in closer, attempting to herd the ghosts within their brilliance, a sheen of sweat building on her brow while she works.
Cornered and covered in soil, Korina resorts to her magic, gathering motes of prismatic light into a protective shield around her. Despite the ghostly flintlock wielder's relentless stream of spectral bullets and the persistent attacks from her aggressors, Korina skillfully ducks and maneuvers to maintain her concentration. With each passing moment, the light surrounding her grows brighter, illustrating her determination to not only protect herself but also to confront the ghosts with her growing power. The intensity of the scene peaks as Korina, now huddled behind a gravestone, channels the full extent of her abilities to herd the ghosts within the brilliance of her magical light, demonstrating her resilience and mastery over the situation. Her strategic retreat and the use of her magic highlight Korina's adaptability and determination in the face of an overwhelming supernatural challenge.
(Korina's ghost banishing)
[Wed Jul 10 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 89F(31C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
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.
Korina is yawning where sit sits upon the damp soil of the graveyard near a weathered gravestone, blinking her eyes slowly at the ghosts that appear. "Oh," she says, articulately, as though greeting old friends, "It is you again."
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Korina to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
And there goes all her relaxation - Korina lets out a startled yelp, claw-tipped fingers attempting to swipe across the face of the cutlass wielder and finding nothing but thin air, and she lets out a growl as she manages to lean back to avoid the cutlass wielder's swoop just barely. "I see now why even the ground did not want you to rot in it," she snarls out, motes of prismatic light building in the air around her.
Korina's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Turns out one against three does not make a favorable matchup for Korina. She avoids the cutlass wielded just in time to get bonked from the back by the flintlock guy, and there's a loud hiss as she reaches up to poke at her shoulder, checking for damage. None, it would appear, but the pain is very real regardless. She continues her assembly of light, though mildly distracted trying to keep the ghosts at bay now.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Korina, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Aha, she doesn't /have/ anything in her pockets, surprise. Korina snarls at the cutlass-wielder and swipes her nails across the flintlock lady's ethereal form, passing through it without any effect. She's staying low to the ground now, crouching defensively while she builds up more and more of those balls of light, almost the entire area brightly lit up now.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Korina, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
"No!" Korina tells the cackler, growling loudly at the attempt at backstabbery - nobody likes a backstabber. She leaps forward and rolls along the ground to huddle up behind a gravestone, peering out from behind it, and then glancing over her shoulder in case there's any ghosts attached to her back. Apparently not. "Let me focus and I will deal with all of you, hmph," comes the grumble, the symbols etched into her bracelets glowing brightly while she works.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
It's a good thing Korina's already hiding behind the gravestone. She sees the bullets coming and just ducks underneath it, small enough to avoid them altogether.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Korina, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Korina is well and thoroughly covered with graveyard soil by now. She rolls over again to avoid the stab, peering over to see if the flintlock guy is still shooting out bullets - the answer seems to be no, so she just moves on. A clasping of her hands together brings the glowing balls of light in closer, attempting to herd the ghosts within their brilliance, a sheen of sweat building on her brow while she works.