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(Lauren's decursing attempt)
[Fri Mar 22 2024]
In the Bedroom of Room 105 at Hotel Antlers
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lauren closes the door shut behind her and disregards all care for safety by kicking off her shoes and jumping onto the bed with a dagger in hand. "Right, lessee..." she coos to the weapon, reaching out to slide her finger along the flat of it. "Mysterious knife that I can't let go of, whatchu made of...?"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
That doesn't bode well for Lauren, who's got about half a dozen metallic piercings in various locations, and there's a widening of her eyes as her head is suddenly wrenched towards the knife, a startled yell piercing the air. "FUCK! Ow!" she calls out loud, barely saved from a very violent fate when it's just her ear that smacks against the silver knife with a small clang of metal against metal. "Shit. Hell." With that out of her system, she reaches up gingerly to check for any damage before frowning down at the dagger. Now it's personal.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Lauren, sending her flying.
At least Lauren was already on the bed, so there's plenty of cushioning for her to fall back onto when she's suddenly struck by the arc of lightning, another yell leaving her. Hopefully she won't alert the hotel staff with all that yelling. "Shhhh-" It's fine. She's not going to swear. Or cry. Lauren takes a deep breath, glares at the knife like it's personally offended her, which it definitely has, and then sees to bringing out a couple of inkpots from her backpack, slipping down to the ground and setting them next to her to get started upon a ritual circle upon the ground with her fingers.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Lauren lets out a hiss of pain, slowing but continuing to methodically draw upon the floor with dark ink even as the temperature rises. A circle, first, as close to perfect as possible, and then runes around it, being sketched on with meticulous detail around the dagger.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"Someone remind me to remove all my shit before trying this again," Lauren winces again as she's drawn, piercings-first, towards the knife, her hand on the floor bracing her, though it only ends up with a trickle of blood running down her ear. "Shit," comes the sharp exhale, and then, with the last rune drawn, she settles the knife right in the middle of the ritual circle and reaches up to wipe the blood from her ear away, adding the last finishing touch with it. Boom. That should hopefully work.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.
Laurens Decursing Attempt 240323
(Lauren's decursing attempt)
[Fri Mar 22 2024]
In the Bedroom of Room 105 at Hotel Antlers
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lauren closes the door shut behind her and disregards all care for safety by kicking off her shoes and jumping onto the bed with a dagger in hand. "Right, lessee..." she coos to the weapon, reaching out to slide her finger along the flat of it. "Mysterious knife that I can't let go of, whatchu made of...?"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
That doesn't bode well for Lauren, who's got about half a dozen metallic piercings in various locations, and there's a widening of her eyes as her head is suddenly wrenched towards the knife, a startled yell piercing the air. "FUCK! Ow!" she calls out loud, barely saved from a very violent fate when it's just her ear that smacks against the silver knife with a small clang of metal against metal. "Shit. Hell." With that out of her system, she reaches up gingerly to check for any damage before frowning down at the dagger. Now it's personal.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Lauren, sending her flying.
At least Lauren was already on the bed, so there's plenty of cushioning for her to fall back onto when she's suddenly struck by the arc of lightning, another yell leaving her. Hopefully she won't alert the hotel staff with all that yelling. "Shhhh-" It's fine. She's not going to swear. Or cry. Lauren takes a deep breath, glares at the knife like it's personally offended her, which it definitely has, and then sees to bringing out a couple of inkpots from her backpack, slipping down to the ground and setting them next to her to get started upon a ritual circle upon the ground with her fingers.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Lauren lets out a hiss of pain, slowing but continuing to methodically draw upon the floor with dark ink even as the temperature rises. A circle, first, as close to perfect as possible, and then runes around it, being sketched on with meticulous detail around the dagger.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"Someone remind me to remove all my shit before trying this again," Lauren winces again as she's drawn, piercings-first, towards the knife, her hand on the floor bracing her, though it only ends up with a trickle of blood running down her ear. "Shit," comes the sharp exhale, and then, with the last rune drawn, she settles the knife right in the middle of the ritual circle and reaches up to wipe the blood from her ear away, adding the last finishing touch with it. Boom. That should hopefully work.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.