Patrollogs
(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Fri Feb 7 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel makes an agreeing grunt with Sam, "Yeah. We should get a third." He tilts his head to one side. "Actually, we could go bother Julep... Juliet and Savannah, get them in on helping if you don't wanna worry about someone wrestling to take it for themselves."
"Hey- just the two I wanted t'see." Jess comments with a salute, standing with an elbow lean to the table. "Sam- you mentioned a trip to Hell?"
"Hey, Cowboy. Why the hell are you looking for me?" Novel cracks the can right open in the middle, tilting his head back as he guzzles it all down. Then he crumples the can and chucks it into a bin. "And yeah, though that sounds like a dirty fucking euphemism."
"Whelp, won't the first time I've fed somethin'. Ya' need blood or palm grease?" Jess extends said palms, then turns them to pointed fingers at Sam as he says to Novel, "Sam mentioned we might be able to take a gander through hell if it were the three of us."
"Izzat? I thought the dungeon raids on the Godrealms were easier than hell," Novel gives Sam a curious glance, his voice hinting at doubt in his own words. "And Colt's a tough motherfucker. And Sophie's real close to that. Might be rough with the three of us. Anyway. Yeah, c'mon, we're headed to... basement in here, Sam, or Sludgefukk?"
Jess says "Maw of dooet."
"I mean, Satan might be real or not, I don't know. I try to stay the fuuuuuck away from important people. Like Satan. Or Gabriel. Or Trump." Novel remarks offhand, then glances over at Sam. "Say, Sam, do you think Trump works for the Hand? Or what?" As the golden bracelet around his arm begins to hum ominously.
Jess sits his hands on his hips and stares over the ritual circle. "Welp, you're sure he ain't in the buildin'?"
Walking over to the ritual triangle, Sam takes hold of a knife, and shrugs. "He's a poppet at best." He lets some blood drip into the grated triangle under the middle of the room, taking position on one of the three points of that triangle. "By Blood, Will, and Devotion..."
Jess takes a bottle of bud light from an inner jacket pocket.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Furick-" Jess has the speed to correct to Right Speech as he jerks a hand over his face.
Letting out a hiss, Sam shields his eyes, and speaks, whispering softly. "I invoke the Maw of Duat!"
"Anyhow," Jess blinks spots out of his eyes, "Godrealms suit me just as fine if we wanna work up to bein' damned..." He trails off at the invocation, bracing for an absurdly large mouth of many snaking shadows to engulf ghost or something.
"I mean, no, this is Obsidian, otherwise known as - what Sam said, he does fancy stuff, mostly I just get MAD and -" Thankfully he's wearing sunglasses, "And deal with these PIECE OF SHIT, STUPID ASS ARTIFACTS made out of fucking FOOLS GOLD," Apparently Novel has a different methodology to uncursing.
"I don't reckon cursing at a curse make it uncursed?" Jess debates at the process of the double negative method. leg twitching.
As Novel rages, the shadows of the room seem to shimmer, and from the darkness oozes a strange presence. Detached, impassive, and slowly filling that triangle, coiling around as darkness seems to fill that form, creating the illusion of a deep, black pit.
Novel seems familiar with it - there's a certain sigh of relaxation as he turns away from thumbing on his phone, sliding it right into his pocket and glancing around. "I don't know, Cowboy, always seemed to work for me," He casually remarks to Jess, a ghoulish grin filling his features. "You afraid of the dark?"
"Emotions give power to the ritual, if ya really want the curse to die, that intention will flow into it." Sam places both palms on the ground, kneeling down as he mutters softly, giving Jess a firm nod. "Just do what ya think will give power." The jock's arms tremble lightly as a ring around his finger, a charred, dragon-shaped one, glows up with a reddish light. "Were basically bringing a sacrifice in a shrine. All the cards are stacked in our favor."
Jess presses his eyelids with middle finger and thumb like he's trying to get chlorine out. "Signs is- if you're vision's messed up, nothin' good's happenin."
Jess verbally uses the wrong your. Mhm, yep.
"Shoot- I gotta quick doin' things that oughta screw with my brain." Jess murmurs as he closes his eyes and evokes the memory of things that are never so far gone.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Obsidian, sending him flying.
As the lightning hits the darkness itself, a hiss echoes through the air, and an anger seems to ooze forth. Then, the energy seems to sink into that darkness, as it consumes. It feeds. And like a throbbing animal of sorts, it slumbers, throbbing and pulsing within that triangle.
Jess jolts as lightning scatters at shadows around them, kicking back a good fifteen feet in the pace of two seconds as his back hits wall. "What in the heck!? Curse shoots LIGHTNING? That greasy fuck-"
For his part, Sam lets out a pained grunt, and a sizzling burn-mark forms on his fore-head, the jock crashing into the wall, though the lightning definately did not strike him directly. "SON OF A FUCKING FUCK!"
"Nah, sometimes the stuff that messes with your brain is the - whoa!" Novel jerks his arm away from himself, straightening it on out and producing a low laugh, seeming to be amused and delighted - as he slowly advanced on Jess, hand extended with a leer. "Just give the cursed bracelet a handshake, cowboy!"
Jess snorts, tongue pushing at the back of a molar. "We already howdy'd and shook, feller." He returns forward, spanking off some wall-dust off his rear. With a hand that nears Novel, he drifts it to point at the bracelet. "It gonna shoot lightning again? Ain't lookin' to see any of us fried."
A blast of force sends Sam flying into Novel.
After Sam crashes into the wall, then right into Novel, the shadows flicker around him, and that deep pit of shadows instead envelops him as he stands up, his body moving like a puppet as he starts speaking, a hissing voice older than himself speaking strange words as it plants both it's hands onto the triangle. "Consume!" He spreads both hands, pointing a finger towards Novel as behind his shades, his eyes seem almost entirely covered in an oily, strange, foreign color.
With a turn and pivot of force that drive around Sam as he flies past, Jess quickly raises his ringfinger to thumb and yanks Sam back from the wall and back near the center.
Novel seems to be threatening someone but instead he suddenly turns to Sam, reaching his arms out to scoop the man right up. "Whoop! Ha ha, how about that fucking -oh, hey," And then suddenly Sam's diverted off to another direction, send spinning back into the triangle and producing a low whistle. "Fucking handy," He says in open admiration of Jess.
Novel seems to be threatening someone but instead he suddenly turns to Sam, reaching his arms out to scoop the man right up. "Whoop! Ha ha, how about that fucking -oh, hey," And then suddenly Sam's diverted off to another direction, send spinning back into the triangle and producing a low whistle. "Fucking handy," He says in open admiration of Jess.
Novel seems to be threatening Jess but instead he suddenly turns to Sam, reaching his arms out to scoop the man right up. "Whoop! Ha ha, how about that fucking -oh, hey," And then suddenly Sam's diverted off to another direction, send spinning back into the triangle and producing a low whistle. "Fucking handy," He says in open admiration of Jess.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.
Novels Decursing Attempt 250208
(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Fri Feb 7 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel makes an agreeing grunt with Sam, "Yeah. We should get a third." He tilts his head to one side. "Actually, we could go bother Julep... Juliet and Savannah, get them in on helping if you don't wanna worry about someone wrestling to take it for themselves."
"Hey- just the two I wanted t'see." Jess comments with a salute, standing with an elbow lean to the table. "Sam- you mentioned a trip to Hell?"
"Hey, Cowboy. Why the hell are you looking for me?" Novel cracks the can right open in the middle, tilting his head back as he guzzles it all down. Then he crumples the can and chucks it into a bin. "And yeah, though that sounds like a dirty fucking euphemism."
"Whelp, won't the first time I've fed somethin'. Ya' need blood or palm grease?" Jess extends said palms, then turns them to pointed fingers at Sam as he says to Novel, "Sam mentioned we might be able to take a gander through hell if it were the three of us."
"Izzat? I thought the dungeon raids on the Godrealms were easier than hell," Novel gives Sam a curious glance, his voice hinting at doubt in his own words. "And Colt's a tough motherfucker. And Sophie's real close to that. Might be rough with the three of us. Anyway. Yeah, c'mon, we're headed to... basement in here, Sam, or Sludgefukk?"
Jess says "Maw of dooet."
"I mean, Satan might be real or not, I don't know. I try to stay the fuuuuuck away from important people. Like Satan. Or Gabriel. Or Trump." Novel remarks offhand, then glances over at Sam. "Say, Sam, do you think Trump works for the Hand? Or what?" As the golden bracelet around his arm begins to hum ominously.
Jess sits his hands on his hips and stares over the ritual circle. "Welp, you're sure he ain't in the buildin'?"
Walking over to the ritual triangle, Sam takes hold of a knife, and shrugs. "He's a poppet at best." He lets some blood drip into the grated triangle under the middle of the room, taking position on one of the three points of that triangle. "By Blood, Will, and Devotion..."
Jess takes a bottle of bud light from an inner jacket pocket.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
"Furick-" Jess has the speed to correct to Right Speech as he jerks a hand over his face.
Letting out a hiss, Sam shields his eyes, and speaks, whispering softly. "I invoke the Maw of Duat!"
"Anyhow," Jess blinks spots out of his eyes, "Godrealms suit me just as fine if we wanna work up to bein' damned..." He trails off at the invocation, bracing for an absurdly large mouth of many snaking shadows to engulf ghost or something.
"I mean, no, this is Obsidian, otherwise known as - what Sam said, he does fancy stuff, mostly I just get MAD and -" Thankfully he's wearing sunglasses, "And deal with these PIECE OF SHIT, STUPID ASS ARTIFACTS made out of fucking FOOLS GOLD," Apparently Novel has a different methodology to uncursing.
"I don't reckon cursing at a curse make it uncursed?" Jess debates at the process of the double negative method. leg twitching.
As Novel rages, the shadows of the room seem to shimmer, and from the darkness oozes a strange presence. Detached, impassive, and slowly filling that triangle, coiling around as darkness seems to fill that form, creating the illusion of a deep, black pit.
Novel seems familiar with it - there's a certain sigh of relaxation as he turns away from thumbing on his phone, sliding it right into his pocket and glancing around. "I don't know, Cowboy, always seemed to work for me," He casually remarks to Jess, a ghoulish grin filling his features. "You afraid of the dark?"
"Emotions give power to the ritual, if ya really want the curse to die, that intention will flow into it." Sam places both palms on the ground, kneeling down as he mutters softly, giving Jess a firm nod. "Just do what ya think will give power." The jock's arms tremble lightly as a ring around his finger, a charred, dragon-shaped one, glows up with a reddish light. "Were basically bringing a sacrifice in a shrine. All the cards are stacked in our favor."
Jess presses his eyelids with middle finger and thumb like he's trying to get chlorine out. "Signs is- if you're vision's messed up, nothin' good's happenin."
Jess verbally uses the wrong your. Mhm, yep.
"Shoot- I gotta quick doin' things that oughta screw with my brain." Jess murmurs as he closes his eyes and evokes the memory of things that are never so far gone.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Obsidian, sending him flying.
As the lightning hits the darkness itself, a hiss echoes through the air, and an anger seems to ooze forth. Then, the energy seems to sink into that darkness, as it consumes. It feeds. And like a throbbing animal of sorts, it slumbers, throbbing and pulsing within that triangle.
Jess jolts as lightning scatters at shadows around them, kicking back a good fifteen feet in the pace of two seconds as his back hits wall. "What in the heck!? Curse shoots LIGHTNING? That greasy fuck-"
For his part, Sam lets out a pained grunt, and a sizzling burn-mark forms on his fore-head, the jock crashing into the wall, though the lightning definately did not strike him directly. "SON OF A FUCKING FUCK!"
"Nah, sometimes the stuff that messes with your brain is the - whoa!" Novel jerks his arm away from himself, straightening it on out and producing a low laugh, seeming to be amused and delighted - as he slowly advanced on Jess, hand extended with a leer. "Just give the cursed bracelet a handshake, cowboy!"
Jess snorts, tongue pushing at the back of a molar. "We already howdy'd and shook, feller." He returns forward, spanking off some wall-dust off his rear. With a hand that nears Novel, he drifts it to point at the bracelet. "It gonna shoot lightning again? Ain't lookin' to see any of us fried."
A blast of force sends Sam flying into Novel.
After Sam crashes into the wall, then right into Novel, the shadows flicker around him, and that deep pit of shadows instead envelops him as he stands up, his body moving like a puppet as he starts speaking, a hissing voice older than himself speaking strange words as it plants both it's hands onto the triangle. "Consume!" He spreads both hands, pointing a finger towards Novel as behind his shades, his eyes seem almost entirely covered in an oily, strange, foreign color.
With a turn and pivot of force that drive around Sam as he flies past, Jess quickly raises his ringfinger to thumb and yanks Sam back from the wall and back near the center.
Novel seems to be threatening someone but instead he suddenly turns to Sam, reaching his arms out to scoop the man right up. "Whoop! Ha ha, how about that fucking -oh, hey," And then suddenly Sam's diverted off to another direction, send spinning back into the triangle and producing a low whistle. "Fucking handy," He says in open admiration of Jess.
Novel seems to be threatening someone but instead he suddenly turns to Sam, reaching his arms out to scoop the man right up. "Whoop! Ha ha, how about that fucking -oh, hey," And then suddenly Sam's diverted off to another direction, send spinning back into the triangle and producing a low whistle. "Fucking handy," He says in open admiration of Jess.
Novel seems to be threatening Jess but instead he suddenly turns to Sam, reaching his arms out to scoop the man right up. "Whoop! Ha ha, how about that fucking -oh, hey," And then suddenly Sam's diverted off to another direction, send spinning back into the triangle and producing a low whistle. "Fucking handy," He says in open admiration of Jess.
With a final burst of power the curse on a golden bracelet is broken.