Patrollogs
(Korina's decursing attempt)
[Mon Sep 9 2024]
In a lavishly-appointed master bedroom
The cloudy-blue walls of this room coupled with gentle mahogany accents give it a cozy, inviting feel. The bedroom is kept comfortable and well-appointed with a luxurious king-sized mattress flanked by an elegantly hand-crafted nightstand. Across from the bed, a sleek dresser and walk-in wardrobe provide ample room for outfits.
A vaulted skylight in the textured ceiling's center bathes all below in a gentle wash of changing light, warming through the cozy, muted palettes arranged throughout the decor. Artificial lighting design shines too, pulled together with ultra-modern shades and fixtures. From heat to light to sound, there's nothing in the room that can't be adjusted at the press of a remote, app, or the touchscreen on the wall.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
Korina sighs.
Korina lets out a tired little groan, and then rolls over to peck Nikolai upon the cheek before she's off.
Korina is bleary-eyed and sleepy as all hell - it's a wonder she found the ring at all. Maybe the ring found her. There's a garbled bit of unintelligible words at Ash in answer, before she goes to slump against the nearby wall and slides down it, closing her eyes again.
Nap? Nap.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ash Starling rises with purpose, their eyes opening as they prepare to begin the delicate task of decursing the silver ring. They do not request Korina to relinquish the ring; instead, they move to center themselves, ready to start the ritual.
The first step involves lighting up the room with will o' wisps. These spectral lights appear, drifting and flickering around the chamber, their gentle glow casting an ethereal radiance that dances across the walls and floor. The wisps light reflects off the crystals and enhances the ambient magic in the room, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for the ritual.
With the chamber now aglow, Ash begins to paint sigils in the air. They start with intricate finger tutting and precise mudras, their fingers weaving through the air with deliberate grace. The light of the will o' wisps is drawn toward them, guiding the flow of their movements.
someone fingers create delicate patterns of pure energy, each gesture contributing to the formation of the arcane symbols. The sigils start to coalesce in the air, glowing softly as they take shape. The energy from the wisps and Ash's movements combine, forming the initial elements of the ritual circle.
The sigils are intricately designed, their forms both elegant and precise. They begin to trace out the circumference of the circle, their dance fluid and measured. Ashs movements are synchronized with the light and energy, ensuring that each part of the circle is imbued with the correct magical intent.
As Ash continues, the ritual circle starts to glow with a faint, otherworldly light. The arcane symbols shine more brightly, their presence solidifying in the air. The first circle is now forminga crucial foundation for the ritual to come.
Ash Starling rises with purpose, their eyes opening as they prepare to begin the delicate task of decursing the silver ring. They do not request Korina to relinquish the ring; instead, they move to center themselves, ready to start the ritual.
The first step involves lighting up the room with will o' wisps. These spectral lights appear, drifting and flickering around the chamber, their gentle glow casting an ethereal radiance that dances across the walls and floor. The wisps light reflects off the crystals and enhances the ambient magic in the room, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for the ritual.
With the chamber now aglow, Ash begins to paint sigils in the air. They start with intricate finger tutting and precise mudras, their fingers weaving through the air with deliberate grace. The light of the will o' wisps is drawn toward them, guiding the flow of their movements.
Ash's fingers create delicate patterns of pure energy, each gesture contributing to the formation of the arcane symbols. The sigils start to coalesce in the air, glowing softly as they take shape. The energy from the wisps and Ash's movements combine, forming the initial elements of the ritual circle.
The sigils are intricately designed, their forms both elegant and precise. They begin to trace out the circumference of the circle, their dance fluid and measured. Ashs movements are synchronized with the light and energy, ensuring that each part of the circle is imbued with the correct magical intent.
As Ash continues, the ritual circle starts to glow with a faint, otherworldly light. The arcane symbols shine more brightly, their presence solidifying in the air. The first circle is now forminga crucial foundation for the ritual to come.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
With the initial ritual circle now established, Ash Starling progresses to the second step of the ritual. The air is thick with the energy of the will o' wisps, their light casting an enchanting glow that enhances the magical atmosphere.
As Ash's fingers complete the last of the sigils in the first circle, they begin to extend their dance to include more of their body, incorporating their arms, torso, and legs into the ritual. Their movements become more expansive, weaving a broader tapestry of magical energy.
They start by creating a second, larger circle around the first. This new circle is drawn with sweeping, fluid motions that use the full range of their bodys expression. Ash's dance is both elegant and purposeful, each step and gesture adding to the circles formation.
Their hands move in graceful arcs, their fingers drawing intricate patterns in the air. As they spin and turn, their body flows seamlessly with the energy of the will o wisps, guiding the light to enhance the growing circle. The sigils in the second circle are larger and more elaborate, designed to amplify and refine the energy already established in the first.
The light from the will o' wisps intensifies as Ash incorporates more of their body into the dance, the energy swirling around them in a harmonious display. The second circle's sigils are infused with this enhanced light, glowing with a vibrant, pulsating energy that contrasts with the more subdued glow of the first circle.
As Ash continues to dance, the second circle solidifies, its arcane symbols becoming more defined and radiant. The interplay of their movements and the ambient magic creates a dynamic, living pattern in the air, which reinforces the rituals foundation and prepares the space for the next phase of the decursing process.
Korina had her eyes closed, comfortably, not minding the cold - she cracks them open as the room grows painfully hot, exhaling out an annoyed breath through her nose. "Don't do whatever you were doing earlier," she tells Ash, letting out a big yawn and stretching her arms above her head without any hint towards what the 'whatever' they were doing may be, and she settles back to watch them work, blinking slowly. All the light isn't good for her sleepiness.
The whole room shakes.
Ash pauses, stopping their ritual entirely. It takes them a moment to adjust, nearly falling over. After another minute to think, they switch to chanting, instead, traditional incantations. They beckon for the light, the circles rising from where they were to shrink, floating before them. The leftover will o' wisps fade, and the light dims considerably. Instead, Ash focuses the circles and sigils onto the silver ring, using fingers to touch one sigil, then another, activating and creating new sigils in the process. They stumble as the room shakes, but continues undaunted. As they do, they chant rhythmic words of something like Latin, like Egyptian, like Sanskrit... but not clearly any of those. Their brow furrows as they focus on the new tactic.
Korina had just meant the scrutiny she'd been put under earlier, so there's a confused furrowing of her brow as Ash changes up the ritual entirely, but hey, she's not complaining, and she's definitely not going to elaborate. It's a good thing she's seated already; the room shaking beneath her is of no consequence, even if the rattling of the table over there sends a couple of ritual implements falling down to the ground with a clattering noise. Korina 'tsk's, annoyed.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash commands the mana in the air, the magic that thrums through the room, sucking it into the glowing lines of their small circular display. As they do, however, one thing becomes evident to the other arcanist in the room - the magic around the someone remains untouched, untarnished... as if the magic power contained within was too sacred, too holy to be used in something so mundane as removing a curse.
Instead, the greater source of magic comes from Korina - no, not her, from the ring. The curse itself is being used to fuel its decursing, an irony that's largely just standard practice. Energy like ice, then like fire, then the rumbling energy of the earth follows. Ash's eyes suddenly squint, eyeing the ring. Next comes... lightning, isn't it? They're about to get zapped, they can feel it. But... what can one *actually* do about that? So, they continue drawing energy, feeding the ritual.
Ash commands the mana in the air, the magic that thrums through the room, sucking it into the glowing lines of their small circular display. As they do, however, one thing becomes evident to the other arcanist in the room - the magic around the sceptre remains untouched, untarnished... as if the magic power contained within was too sacred, too holy to be used in something so mundane as removing a curse.
Instead, the greater source of magic comes from Korina - no, not her, from the ring. The curse itself is being used to fuel its decursing, an irony that's largely just standard practice. Energy like ice, then like fire, then the rumbling energy of the earth follows. Ash's eyes suddenly squint, eyeing the ring. Next comes... lightning, isn't it? They're about to get zapped, they can feel it. But... what can one *actually* do about that? So, they continue drawing energy, feeding the ritual.
Neither of them get zapped, hallelujah. Instead, there's just that uncomfortable feeling of rising air pressure, and Korina lets the ring drop to the ground while she reaches up to clasp her hands over her ears, frowning most fiercely at the piece of cursed jewelry. There's a bit of energy siphoned over to Ash's ritual to help them be over with it quicker, even if it's mostly over already, so she can go back to having normal ears and napping, probably.
Fortunately, instead, the element of air made itself known through shifting pressure. With a sigh of relief - a silent one, of course - Ash slowly but surely brings the ritual to completion. The sigils are arrayed, and with their chanting, the energy is focused and controlled to their focused whim. Stepping back from the circle, they make some of their hand gestures, hand tutting to better fine-tune the ritual's last moments. They bring the elemental energy in, restructuring it, reforming it, reflavoring it... then reshapes it, before feeding it back in. Like pins in a lock, each element brings the story closer. Air, and the ring shift, moving slightly to float in the air. Earth, and it shakes, vibrating with a near audible rumble. Fire, and the ring actually catches aflame, before being doused, then chilled, in ice. Ice empowered by the room and sceptre. In one last, sharp word, Ash makes a squeezing gesture with their fist... and it breaks.
The curse, that is.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.
Nikolais Decursing Attempt 240910
(Korina's decursing attempt)
[Mon Sep 9 2024]
In a lavishly-appointed master bedroom
The cloudy-blue walls of this room coupled with gentle mahogany accents give it a cozy, inviting feel. The bedroom is kept comfortable and well-appointed with a luxurious king-sized mattress flanked by an elegantly hand-crafted nightstand. Across from the bed, a sleek dresser and walk-in wardrobe provide ample room for outfits.
A vaulted skylight in the textured ceiling's center bathes all below in a gentle wash of changing light, warming through the cozy, muted palettes arranged throughout the decor. Artificial lighting design shines too, pulled together with ultra-modern shades and fixtures. From heat to light to sound, there's nothing in the room that can't be adjusted at the press of a remote, app, or the touchscreen on the wall.
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
Korina sighs.
Korina lets out a tired little groan, and then rolls over to peck Nikolai upon the cheek before she's off.
Korina is bleary-eyed and sleepy as all hell - it's a wonder she found the ring at all. Maybe the ring found her. There's a garbled bit of unintelligible words at Ash in answer, before she goes to slump against the nearby wall and slides down it, closing her eyes again.
Nap? Nap.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Ash Starling rises with purpose, their eyes opening as they prepare to begin the delicate task of decursing the silver ring. They do not request Korina to relinquish the ring; instead, they move to center themselves, ready to start the ritual.
The first step involves lighting up the room with will o' wisps. These spectral lights appear, drifting and flickering around the chamber, their gentle glow casting an ethereal radiance that dances across the walls and floor. The wisps light reflects off the crystals and enhances the ambient magic in the room, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for the ritual.
With the chamber now aglow, Ash begins to paint sigils in the air. They start with intricate finger tutting and precise mudras, their fingers weaving through the air with deliberate grace. The light of the will o' wisps is drawn toward them, guiding the flow of their movements.
someone fingers create delicate patterns of pure energy, each gesture contributing to the formation of the arcane symbols. The sigils start to coalesce in the air, glowing softly as they take shape. The energy from the wisps and Ash's movements combine, forming the initial elements of the ritual circle.
The sigils are intricately designed, their forms both elegant and precise. They begin to trace out the circumference of the circle, their dance fluid and measured. Ashs movements are synchronized with the light and energy, ensuring that each part of the circle is imbued with the correct magical intent.
As Ash continues, the ritual circle starts to glow with a faint, otherworldly light. The arcane symbols shine more brightly, their presence solidifying in the air. The first circle is now forminga crucial foundation for the ritual to come.
Ash Starling rises with purpose, their eyes opening as they prepare to begin the delicate task of decursing the silver ring. They do not request Korina to relinquish the ring; instead, they move to center themselves, ready to start the ritual.
The first step involves lighting up the room with will o' wisps. These spectral lights appear, drifting and flickering around the chamber, their gentle glow casting an ethereal radiance that dances across the walls and floor. The wisps light reflects off the crystals and enhances the ambient magic in the room, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for the ritual.
With the chamber now aglow, Ash begins to paint sigils in the air. They start with intricate finger tutting and precise mudras, their fingers weaving through the air with deliberate grace. The light of the will o' wisps is drawn toward them, guiding the flow of their movements.
Ash's fingers create delicate patterns of pure energy, each gesture contributing to the formation of the arcane symbols. The sigils start to coalesce in the air, glowing softly as they take shape. The energy from the wisps and Ash's movements combine, forming the initial elements of the ritual circle.
The sigils are intricately designed, their forms both elegant and precise. They begin to trace out the circumference of the circle, their dance fluid and measured. Ashs movements are synchronized with the light and energy, ensuring that each part of the circle is imbued with the correct magical intent.
As Ash continues, the ritual circle starts to glow with a faint, otherworldly light. The arcane symbols shine more brightly, their presence solidifying in the air. The first circle is now forminga crucial foundation for the ritual to come.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
With the initial ritual circle now established, Ash Starling progresses to the second step of the ritual. The air is thick with the energy of the will o' wisps, their light casting an enchanting glow that enhances the magical atmosphere.
As Ash's fingers complete the last of the sigils in the first circle, they begin to extend their dance to include more of their body, incorporating their arms, torso, and legs into the ritual. Their movements become more expansive, weaving a broader tapestry of magical energy.
They start by creating a second, larger circle around the first. This new circle is drawn with sweeping, fluid motions that use the full range of their bodys expression. Ash's dance is both elegant and purposeful, each step and gesture adding to the circles formation.
Their hands move in graceful arcs, their fingers drawing intricate patterns in the air. As they spin and turn, their body flows seamlessly with the energy of the will o wisps, guiding the light to enhance the growing circle. The sigils in the second circle are larger and more elaborate, designed to amplify and refine the energy already established in the first.
The light from the will o' wisps intensifies as Ash incorporates more of their body into the dance, the energy swirling around them in a harmonious display. The second circle's sigils are infused with this enhanced light, glowing with a vibrant, pulsating energy that contrasts with the more subdued glow of the first circle.
As Ash continues to dance, the second circle solidifies, its arcane symbols becoming more defined and radiant. The interplay of their movements and the ambient magic creates a dynamic, living pattern in the air, which reinforces the rituals foundation and prepares the space for the next phase of the decursing process.
Korina had her eyes closed, comfortably, not minding the cold - she cracks them open as the room grows painfully hot, exhaling out an annoyed breath through her nose. "Don't do whatever you were doing earlier," she tells Ash, letting out a big yawn and stretching her arms above her head without any hint towards what the 'whatever' they were doing may be, and she settles back to watch them work, blinking slowly. All the light isn't good for her sleepiness.
The whole room shakes.
Ash pauses, stopping their ritual entirely. It takes them a moment to adjust, nearly falling over. After another minute to think, they switch to chanting, instead, traditional incantations. They beckon for the light, the circles rising from where they were to shrink, floating before them. The leftover will o' wisps fade, and the light dims considerably. Instead, Ash focuses the circles and sigils onto the silver ring, using fingers to touch one sigil, then another, activating and creating new sigils in the process. They stumble as the room shakes, but continues undaunted. As they do, they chant rhythmic words of something like Latin, like Egyptian, like Sanskrit... but not clearly any of those. Their brow furrows as they focus on the new tactic.
Korina had just meant the scrutiny she'd been put under earlier, so there's a confused furrowing of her brow as Ash changes up the ritual entirely, but hey, she's not complaining, and she's definitely not going to elaborate. It's a good thing she's seated already; the room shaking beneath her is of no consequence, even if the rattling of the table over there sends a couple of ritual implements falling down to the ground with a clattering noise. Korina 'tsk's, annoyed.
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Ash commands the mana in the air, the magic that thrums through the room, sucking it into the glowing lines of their small circular display. As they do, however, one thing becomes evident to the other arcanist in the room - the magic around the someone remains untouched, untarnished... as if the magic power contained within was too sacred, too holy to be used in something so mundane as removing a curse.
Instead, the greater source of magic comes from Korina - no, not her, from the ring. The curse itself is being used to fuel its decursing, an irony that's largely just standard practice. Energy like ice, then like fire, then the rumbling energy of the earth follows. Ash's eyes suddenly squint, eyeing the ring. Next comes... lightning, isn't it? They're about to get zapped, they can feel it. But... what can one *actually* do about that? So, they continue drawing energy, feeding the ritual.
Ash commands the mana in the air, the magic that thrums through the room, sucking it into the glowing lines of their small circular display. As they do, however, one thing becomes evident to the other arcanist in the room - the magic around the sceptre remains untouched, untarnished... as if the magic power contained within was too sacred, too holy to be used in something so mundane as removing a curse.
Instead, the greater source of magic comes from Korina - no, not her, from the ring. The curse itself is being used to fuel its decursing, an irony that's largely just standard practice. Energy like ice, then like fire, then the rumbling energy of the earth follows. Ash's eyes suddenly squint, eyeing the ring. Next comes... lightning, isn't it? They're about to get zapped, they can feel it. But... what can one *actually* do about that? So, they continue drawing energy, feeding the ritual.
Neither of them get zapped, hallelujah. Instead, there's just that uncomfortable feeling of rising air pressure, and Korina lets the ring drop to the ground while she reaches up to clasp her hands over her ears, frowning most fiercely at the piece of cursed jewelry. There's a bit of energy siphoned over to Ash's ritual to help them be over with it quicker, even if it's mostly over already, so she can go back to having normal ears and napping, probably.
Fortunately, instead, the element of air made itself known through shifting pressure. With a sigh of relief - a silent one, of course - Ash slowly but surely brings the ritual to completion. The sigils are arrayed, and with their chanting, the energy is focused and controlled to their focused whim. Stepping back from the circle, they make some of their hand gestures, hand tutting to better fine-tune the ritual's last moments. They bring the elemental energy in, restructuring it, reforming it, reflavoring it... then reshapes it, before feeding it back in. Like pins in a lock, each element brings the story closer. Air, and the ring shift, moving slightly to float in the air. Earth, and it shakes, vibrating with a near audible rumble. Fire, and the ring actually catches aflame, before being doused, then chilled, in ice. Ice empowered by the room and sceptre. In one last, sharp word, Ash makes a squeezing gesture with their fist... and it breaks.
The curse, that is.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.