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Lennys Ghost Banishing 241227
On a cold evening in Arkwright Cemetery, Lenny and William embarked on a perilous mission to banish malevolent spirits haunting the area. As the atmosphere filled with the ominous smell of brimstone and a dark mist began forming into menacing, horned creatures, Lenny faced off against these spectral threats with a mix of bravery and trepidation. A particularly fearsome hellhound attacked him, causing a vision of hellfire that tested his resolve. Despite the pain and fear, Lenny managed to dissipate the creature with a well-placed punch, showcasing his willingness to fight back against the supernatural forces at play.
William, focused on completing a complex ritual involving his own blood, navigated the dangers with a blend of arcane knowledge and quick thinking. As he meticulously drew symbols and chanted in an unknown language, the cemetery became a battleground between the flickering light of hope and the encroaching darkness of despair. Each step of the ritual seemed to intensify the struggle, with Lenny providing cover fire against the relentless assault of hellhounds and shadowy figures attempting to thwart their efforts. In a stunning climax, William's ritual summoned beams of light that transformed into tentacles, entrapping the dark mist and dragging it into the ground, effectively banishing the spirits back to where they belonged. Through their combined efforts, Lenny and William emerged victorious, solidifying their bond and proving their mettle against the dark forces conspiring against them.
(Lenny's ghost banishing)
[Thu Dec 26 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 33F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
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.
"I have no secrets." Lenny decides to stat as a fact. Everyone has secrets. Its then the smell of brimestone takes over the graveyard and it draws his attention towards the horned creatures. "Ah fucks."
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
William glances over at the rising spirit as it starts to take shape, shaking his head slowly with a sigh "Oh, the smoke guys... Good news, they are mist, easy to just, disperse it and have them reform" He says as he starts to move backwards, checking for a grave sizeable enough for him to hide behind while performing the ritual "Bad news, they mess with your head..." Already reaching for the hidden knife within his clothes, as he goes down to his knees behind the cover of someone's resting place "I'll just focus on this... Try to cover me, if they don't get you before that" He says driving the knife into his palm, making a diagonal cut to let his blood start to spill out, bending the fingers inward and tensing it up to allow for more of the red fluid to leak out
Even though Lenny was trying to be aware of his surroundings, the smoke hellhound comes from his flank and bites down on his forearm. He howls in pain, and shouts, "FUCK." about as loud as a man can. Then he brings is unbitten arm to try and punch the hellhound in the head which only makes it dissipate into nothing.
"If you have a firearm, I suggest shooting those things before they get you..." William says while wetting his fingers on his own blood, only a pointer and middle finger, before driving them down to the ground, starting to draw a circle with it, a surprisingly good one given that he is using no instruments to aid him, and is doing it manually, probably lots of experience behind the simple task "But not while they are too far, they'll just take shape again before getting to you..." He tells this to Lenny almost out of personal experience
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
"I'm not firing bullets across the graveyard and catching a case." Lenny snaps with a growl in his town. He rubs the arm where he was bitten. There is no mark or damage to his jacket but still it seems to bother him with lingering pain.
Another hellhound comes, from his other flank and grabs his other arm. He kicks at it to make it dissipate but not without howling, "Holy fuck I'd rather kiss a dude right now."
William is clearly paying more attention to his own brownish red ink tainting the ground than on whatever Lenny is doing with those spirits "No one comes to this cemetery... Bullet is better than those things getting you" He comments distractedly though, finishing the circle soon enough.
And with that he moves to the inside of it, continuing to draw, first, a smaller version of the original, concentric and sitting, well, in the center, this one is a lot faster to finish, given the size- He was after all, painting with blood, and he wasn't really a fountain, able to just spurt out enough for something all that big
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 Lenny 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.
Always full of words, Lenny is quickly silenced when the air is sucked out of his lungs. First he's confused. Then hes genuinely fearful. It's this that makes him draw a pistol and pop it off at the hooded fingers until the chanting stops and he can draw a much needed gasp.
Then comes a triangle, tangent by three points to the inner circle, not touching the outer one, sliding the fingers across the ground with practiced ease, taking his time not to mess it up but not slow by any means. After finishing, comes another, much like the first, but inverted, taking shape slowly, creating a combination of two triangles that pretty much looks like a six pointed star.
This star is complimented by more circles, going there again - At each of the points of the star - A drawing that to anyone either mundane or not knowledgeable in rituals would probably just look awfully cliche or stereotypical, but that some other arcanists had compared to golem animating rituals or summoning circles in the past.
His tracing fingers though, soon slow down, and William pants a little bit as he notices the air starting to leave his lungs- Growing more anxious by the moment, chest sinking a bit, and throat clearly trying to suck in something that isn't there. And with a mild panic, and without as much patience for the pain as Lenny seemed to display before, he reaches for something else hidden within his clothes, not a knife this time, but a gun instead, holding it on his hand and straight up firing a shot towards one of the smoke figures
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
William takes a deep breath of much needed air as soon as the chanting stops, taking a couple seconds to calm himself down and make sure that everything within him is working properly, and that he can take air in and out once more. His eyes angrily watching the black mist, but having no way to really hurt it besides banishing it, he focuses back down on the ritual, putting the gun away and wetting his fingers once more.
Now starting to draw small little symbols by the edges of the star shape, the lines being accompanied by what looks like childish drawings, most of them simple enough, a combination of straight lines, maybe a squiggly one here or there, nothing seems to complex, but the man seems to be precise about it, moving counter-clockwise as he starts filling all of the shape little by little
The dogs just hate Lenny and when this one comes to bite his ankle he already has his pistol in hand to shoot it in the head. Which is nearly a disaster as the bullet almost ends up in his foot. He just misses maiming himself and he growls out, "You almost done? I think your sister would've had this all done up with a little bow by now."
"I am as good as rituals as my sister, believe it or not" William replies to Lenny with a bit of a huff, not quite as in a good mood as he was before the air removing. Having covered the whole thing in these mysterious glyphs and drawings, he paints a more complex one in the central circle, inside of it, which clearly seems way more important or particular than the rest around it.
Taking a deep breath and slowly scooting away from the circle, he gives one glance at Lenny and says "Alright, it's chanting now- I won't be able to talk for a bit... And if anything covers my mouth, the dogs are mauling you" Fair warning given at least
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 Lenny 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.
In the middle of it all, even after almost blowing off his foot Lenny has to send out a text and says, "This bitch is thirsty, wont leave me alone." but the last word comes out muted as once again the air is sucked out of him. He knows how to handle this. Irresponsible gunfire. He shoots at each figure with some decent accuracy but the bullets just fly on through and strike headstones and dirt.
William rests on his knees right in front of the bloody drawing that he had just made, another deep breath follows, and soon enough he lowers his voice, his mouth starts to move, but Lenny is unlikely to listen to what he's saying, it was low voiced even for a whisper, not to mention the focus lost due to the mist monsters haunting the both of them right now.
And even if he was to listen, the words of the pale man pretty much would sound like gibberish, it doesn't seem similar to many languages one might have heard, but rather some sort of nerd made up language from some sort of video game or book of some sort - Which at first doesn't seem to do anything, but slowly the life essence on the ground starts to glow slightly- He only stops when the hooded figures appear once more, his breath taken away, and the light dimming back to nothingness - Though Lenny fixes it soon enough and he is able to quickly regain the progress he had already made
The glow of the blood of William starts to gain more and more brightness, starting as a simple glow that any fluorescent kid's toy could have, it slowly moves to that of a light bulb, and in no time it is comparable to some sort of more professional light projector, which is probably something pretty noticeable, a light of that strength when the light of the sun has already started to go out, in the middle of a cemetery, anyone could probably assume it was a bunch of teens messing around in places they shouldn't be, but they are already firing bullets anyways, so what's a bigger call for attention? White light bathing at least the air on top of the drawing, with some hues of blues or greens sprouting here and there but only taking a secondary role, if not tertiary
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Lenny seems theres only hellhounds in this little banishing. Fool me four times shame on me. The man's ready for the hellhound and in mid lunge he shoots it from head to tail, the bullet leaves a vortex as it cuts through the smoke. "Yeah fucker got you that time."
Seems theres only hellhounds in this little banishing. Fool Lenny four times shame on him. The man's ready for the hellhound and in mid lunge he shoots it from head to tail, the bullet leaves a vortex as it cuts through the smoke. "Yeah fucker got you that time."
The chanting continues, and so the source of light just gets brighter for a couple seconds, before it starts to bend unnaturally, in a way no light should ever behave, forming small clumps, almost like bumping into small groups, the source dividing itself in multiple beams of light that soon enough take the shape of tentacles.
And they do look like proper tentacles, made out of white light with some touches of color with greens and blues, but tentacles. People have been altered by this sight in the past, calling it vody, which would be a big worry if it was actually true, no one sound enough would risk making a breach between the void and this world. But there they are.
And as William continues chanting, and William tries to insult the smoke spirits, the weird appendages rush towards the smoke, gripping onto it- Looking almost like it's sticking to it, making it unable to take new forms, grabbing onto the dark clouds, and not only making it unable to fight back, but also slowly pulling it towards the epicenter of the ritual. Bringing it back towards the ground from which the limbs had emerged, and on which the blood had been poured, threatening to get it all back into the very ground, to bury it back where it belongs
William, focused on completing a complex ritual involving his own blood, navigated the dangers with a blend of arcane knowledge and quick thinking. As he meticulously drew symbols and chanted in an unknown language, the cemetery became a battleground between the flickering light of hope and the encroaching darkness of despair. Each step of the ritual seemed to intensify the struggle, with Lenny providing cover fire against the relentless assault of hellhounds and shadowy figures attempting to thwart their efforts. In a stunning climax, William's ritual summoned beams of light that transformed into tentacles, entrapping the dark mist and dragging it into the ground, effectively banishing the spirits back to where they belonged. Through their combined efforts, Lenny and William emerged victorious, solidifying their bond and proving their mettle against the dark forces conspiring against them.
(Lenny's ghost banishing)
[Thu Dec 26 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 33F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
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.
"I have no secrets." Lenny decides to stat as a fact. Everyone has secrets. Its then the smell of brimestone takes over the graveyard and it draws his attention towards the horned creatures. "Ah fucks."
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
William glances over at the rising spirit as it starts to take shape, shaking his head slowly with a sigh "Oh, the smoke guys... Good news, they are mist, easy to just, disperse it and have them reform" He says as he starts to move backwards, checking for a grave sizeable enough for him to hide behind while performing the ritual "Bad news, they mess with your head..." Already reaching for the hidden knife within his clothes, as he goes down to his knees behind the cover of someone's resting place "I'll just focus on this... Try to cover me, if they don't get you before that" He says driving the knife into his palm, making a diagonal cut to let his blood start to spill out, bending the fingers inward and tensing it up to allow for more of the red fluid to leak out
Even though Lenny was trying to be aware of his surroundings, the smoke hellhound comes from his flank and bites down on his forearm. He howls in pain, and shouts, "FUCK." about as loud as a man can. Then he brings is unbitten arm to try and punch the hellhound in the head which only makes it dissipate into nothing.
"If you have a firearm, I suggest shooting those things before they get you..." William says while wetting his fingers on his own blood, only a pointer and middle finger, before driving them down to the ground, starting to draw a circle with it, a surprisingly good one given that he is using no instruments to aid him, and is doing it manually, probably lots of experience behind the simple task "But not while they are too far, they'll just take shape again before getting to you..." He tells this to Lenny almost out of personal experience
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
"I'm not firing bullets across the graveyard and catching a case." Lenny snaps with a growl in his town. He rubs the arm where he was bitten. There is no mark or damage to his jacket but still it seems to bother him with lingering pain.
Another hellhound comes, from his other flank and grabs his other arm. He kicks at it to make it dissipate but not without howling, "Holy fuck I'd rather kiss a dude right now."
William is clearly paying more attention to his own brownish red ink tainting the ground than on whatever Lenny is doing with those spirits "No one comes to this cemetery... Bullet is better than those things getting you" He comments distractedly though, finishing the circle soon enough.
And with that he moves to the inside of it, continuing to draw, first, a smaller version of the original, concentric and sitting, well, in the center, this one is a lot faster to finish, given the size- He was after all, painting with blood, and he wasn't really a fountain, able to just spurt out enough for something all that big
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 Lenny 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.
Always full of words, Lenny is quickly silenced when the air is sucked out of his lungs. First he's confused. Then hes genuinely fearful. It's this that makes him draw a pistol and pop it off at the hooded fingers until the chanting stops and he can draw a much needed gasp.
Then comes a triangle, tangent by three points to the inner circle, not touching the outer one, sliding the fingers across the ground with practiced ease, taking his time not to mess it up but not slow by any means. After finishing, comes another, much like the first, but inverted, taking shape slowly, creating a combination of two triangles that pretty much looks like a six pointed star.
This star is complimented by more circles, going there again - At each of the points of the star - A drawing that to anyone either mundane or not knowledgeable in rituals would probably just look awfully cliche or stereotypical, but that some other arcanists had compared to golem animating rituals or summoning circles in the past.
His tracing fingers though, soon slow down, and William pants a little bit as he notices the air starting to leave his lungs- Growing more anxious by the moment, chest sinking a bit, and throat clearly trying to suck in something that isn't there. And with a mild panic, and without as much patience for the pain as Lenny seemed to display before, he reaches for something else hidden within his clothes, not a knife this time, but a gun instead, holding it on his hand and straight up firing a shot towards one of the smoke figures
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
William takes a deep breath of much needed air as soon as the chanting stops, taking a couple seconds to calm himself down and make sure that everything within him is working properly, and that he can take air in and out once more. His eyes angrily watching the black mist, but having no way to really hurt it besides banishing it, he focuses back down on the ritual, putting the gun away and wetting his fingers once more.
Now starting to draw small little symbols by the edges of the star shape, the lines being accompanied by what looks like childish drawings, most of them simple enough, a combination of straight lines, maybe a squiggly one here or there, nothing seems to complex, but the man seems to be precise about it, moving counter-clockwise as he starts filling all of the shape little by little
The dogs just hate Lenny and when this one comes to bite his ankle he already has his pistol in hand to shoot it in the head. Which is nearly a disaster as the bullet almost ends up in his foot. He just misses maiming himself and he growls out, "You almost done? I think your sister would've had this all done up with a little bow by now."
"I am as good as rituals as my sister, believe it or not" William replies to Lenny with a bit of a huff, not quite as in a good mood as he was before the air removing. Having covered the whole thing in these mysterious glyphs and drawings, he paints a more complex one in the central circle, inside of it, which clearly seems way more important or particular than the rest around it.
Taking a deep breath and slowly scooting away from the circle, he gives one glance at Lenny and says "Alright, it's chanting now- I won't be able to talk for a bit... And if anything covers my mouth, the dogs are mauling you" Fair warning given at least
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 Lenny 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.
In the middle of it all, even after almost blowing off his foot Lenny has to send out a text and says, "This bitch is thirsty, wont leave me alone." but the last word comes out muted as once again the air is sucked out of him. He knows how to handle this. Irresponsible gunfire. He shoots at each figure with some decent accuracy but the bullets just fly on through and strike headstones and dirt.
William rests on his knees right in front of the bloody drawing that he had just made, another deep breath follows, and soon enough he lowers his voice, his mouth starts to move, but Lenny is unlikely to listen to what he's saying, it was low voiced even for a whisper, not to mention the focus lost due to the mist monsters haunting the both of them right now.
And even if he was to listen, the words of the pale man pretty much would sound like gibberish, it doesn't seem similar to many languages one might have heard, but rather some sort of nerd made up language from some sort of video game or book of some sort - Which at first doesn't seem to do anything, but slowly the life essence on the ground starts to glow slightly- He only stops when the hooded figures appear once more, his breath taken away, and the light dimming back to nothingness - Though Lenny fixes it soon enough and he is able to quickly regain the progress he had already made
The glow of the blood of William starts to gain more and more brightness, starting as a simple glow that any fluorescent kid's toy could have, it slowly moves to that of a light bulb, and in no time it is comparable to some sort of more professional light projector, which is probably something pretty noticeable, a light of that strength when the light of the sun has already started to go out, in the middle of a cemetery, anyone could probably assume it was a bunch of teens messing around in places they shouldn't be, but they are already firing bullets anyways, so what's a bigger call for attention? White light bathing at least the air on top of the drawing, with some hues of blues or greens sprouting here and there but only taking a secondary role, if not tertiary
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Lenny with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Lenny seems theres only hellhounds in this little banishing. Fool me four times shame on me. The man's ready for the hellhound and in mid lunge he shoots it from head to tail, the bullet leaves a vortex as it cuts through the smoke. "Yeah fucker got you that time."
Seems theres only hellhounds in this little banishing. Fool Lenny four times shame on him. The man's ready for the hellhound and in mid lunge he shoots it from head to tail, the bullet leaves a vortex as it cuts through the smoke. "Yeah fucker got you that time."
The chanting continues, and so the source of light just gets brighter for a couple seconds, before it starts to bend unnaturally, in a way no light should ever behave, forming small clumps, almost like bumping into small groups, the source dividing itself in multiple beams of light that soon enough take the shape of tentacles.
And they do look like proper tentacles, made out of white light with some touches of color with greens and blues, but tentacles. People have been altered by this sight in the past, calling it vody, which would be a big worry if it was actually true, no one sound enough would risk making a breach between the void and this world. But there they are.
And as William continues chanting, and William tries to insult the smoke spirits, the weird appendages rush towards the smoke, gripping onto it- Looking almost like it's sticking to it, making it unable to take new forms, grabbing onto the dark clouds, and not only making it unable to fight back, but also slowly pulling it towards the epicenter of the ritual. Bringing it back towards the ground from which the limbs had emerged, and on which the blood had been poured, threatening to get it all back into the very ground, to bury it back where it belongs