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Novels Ghost Banishing 250124
On a chilling evening at Arkwright Cemetery, an ethereal battle unfolds as two ghostly armies engage in timeless combat. Amid this spectral war, Skye and Novel find themselves amidst ancient grievances made manifest through clashing steel and crackling magic. Skye, attempting to discern the intentions behind the spirits' unrest, reaches out to Novel, who prepares to dive into the fray with a determination kindled by a deep-seated understanding of the ghosts' anger. Novel's protective instincts flare as he positions himself between Skye and the chaos, his departure marked by a dynamic onslaught against the supernatural forces.
As Novel vanishes into the mist, Skye exchanges wary observations with Leaf, a willowy woman tending to a mysterious patch of grass, unflinching amidst the battlefield's wrath. The confrontation escalates, with spectral generals summoning elemental fury that shakes the very foundation of the cemetery. In this dire moment, Leaf's ritual over her cherished patch of grass culminates in its sudden death, a stark reflection of the calamity surrounding them. Meanwhile, Novel reemerges triumphant from the turmoil, his spirits buoyed by the conflict's intensity, seemingly unphased by the transcendental violence as the living and dead collide in a fervent plea for recognition and release from their eternal torment.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Thu Jan 23 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 8F(-13C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
An eerie stillness settles over the graveyard, the fog thickening like an otherworldly veil. The ground trembles, and two ghostly armies surge forth, locked in a battle that defies time. One side, draped in ethereal armor, charges with spectral weapons, while the other hurls crackling bolts of elemental magic. The air is alight with haunting energy as the spirits, long dead, resume their eternal battle, heedless of the living who are caught in their spectral warpath.
Focusing on something nearby, Skye reaches up to finger her necklace, aiming her words to Novel though her gaze is off to the left, "No.. but I don't know many here. The.. spirits are restless, they're tethered and filled with rage they want us to understand. How.. how do you.. can you see them? Can you see?" She looks down at Novel, "Do you feel them?"
As Leaf approaches, Skye widens her eyes, stilling like a deer in the headlights as the strange, willowy woman circles her. Offering a curious smile of her own, Skye starts to speak to her, just as the fog thickens, silencing her instantly, and as the spirits charge, Skye drops to a crouch, hunkering beside Novel.
A towering, spectral knight swings his sword at a ghostly conjurer, cutting the arcanist in half and continuing onwards to collide against a gravestone. The collision smashes the gravestone apart, sending shards flying all around dangerously.
There is a sense of familiarity with this particular battle that shows in the way Leaf visibly and silently winces at seeing it begin. She doesn't make any moves yet, studying Novel and Skye first to see what they might do. When the sword hits the gravestone and blows it up she hops backwards to avoid danger though she was already quite far away from it to begin with
"Ah. Game time." Novel murmurs, more to himself as he pushes himself up and away from the tombstone he's been sitting on as the ground and area cracks and changes. "I can feel the anger in my heart every day." He states to Skye with easy smile. "Try and start on banishing them. I'm going to be busy." A large, shining bowie knife appears in hand, as gravestone shrapnel bounces off his form as he puts himself between it and Skye - or maybe it was just because he was striding that direction.
Either way, his long legs carry him, starting as a rolling walk, and then a stride, and then a charge. He cuts the tendons of a ghostly horse, stabs another arcanist in the throat, and then - he's gone. Disappearing into the fog, his actions only seen as rippling collapses through lines or the occasional scream.
Skye reaches out for Novel but too late, her fingers swiping the air before she hunches back behind the tombstone. Daring a look around the dirty grave, Skye watches as Novel storms into the fray. Shooting a glance up at Leaf, Skye asks her, a little throatily, "Have you seen this before? You look like you've seen this before. Do you.. do you speak?" With a few deep breathes, Skye tries, looking at Leaf, "Skye. I'm Skye."
A phalanx of ghostly knights charges forward, their spectral lances aimed at a line of mages, who summon a wall of fire in a desperate attempt to halt the advance. The resulting explosion sends waves of heat blasting throughout the graveyard, setting plants and clothing on fire.
Leaf could at least nod, but she doesn't. Maybe she understands or just can get the social cues that Skye is lost and she is not. She moves nearer to pop a squat near one of the grave stones that wasn't destroyed and once low she begins to use her hands to clear away snow from on top of it till she's managed to reveal the flattened, dead grass beneath.
Skye squeaks, she actually squeaks as a blast of heat *wooomphs* past her feet, setting light to a partially exposed plant. Kicking a heel, Skye bats at the flames with her boot, whispering to herself under her breath, softly soothing words which have little to no effect. As the flames die, kicked beneath lumps of muddy snow, Skye scoots herself back tighter to the tombstone, keeping her back shielded as she flicks her attention to Leaf, watching her, "What.. what are you doing?"
Novel runs out of the mayhem and melee, visible from the ice and cold by the fact he's not blue and EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE ahhhh! and he throws himself down into the icy grass, the smoking crack and pop as the subzero temperatures and his burning hair interaction as he tumbles around, dodging (mostly) the kicks and stomps of armored feet and hooves. Eventually he ends up behind an angel statue. He flashes a thumbs up from behind it.
"I'm okay!"
Two spectral generals lock eyes from across the battlefield as their armies collide in a chaotic whirlwind of steel and spell. One of them has a blade wreathed in fire; the other conjures a vertex of ice-cold magic around him - their collision sends a shockwave rippling through the graveyard that knocks everyone off their feet and cracks all nearby gravestones right in half.
Leaf still no answer, the wave of heat seems to def
Still no answer, Leaf the shockwave forces her to her knees and she has to duck under the wave itself to avoid getting hit by it directly. She seems very concerned with her patch of dead grass, so much so that she covers it with her body till the danger is gone. When she comes back up she glances to Skye to ensure shes still there then she holds her hands out towards her grass, palms facing down.
On her knees, Skye crawls to the side of the tombstone as the battle shifts, rampaging along the cemetery, her eyes on stalks as she watches Novel running out of the fray ON FIRE. Skye gasps, attempting to crawl on her knees in Novel's direction, but another fiery blast sends her scuttling back to her original tomb-ish stone. Paler than pale, Skye offers a faint, white-toothed smile to Leaf which looks uncomfortable and strangely out of place amidst this deathly spectral scene, "You like that, that little bit of ground? Does it feel nice?" Skye twitters inanely as if she's not close to being burnt to a crisp by ghosts and ghouls.
Spectral war drums pound as cavalry specters sweep in from the flank, met by a line of phantom nature mages who attempt to pull at the soil beneath their feet. The clash shakes the ground, causing cracks to appear underfoot and sending the living stumbling as the earth heaves.
Novel ducks back down into cover as the shockwave comes out, as if he's expecting it. The angel's wings fall off, crashing to the ground in chunks. "Fuckers!" He calls out, loud-mouthed and rude and then - he's lunging right out and tackling his way into, then through, the line of knights running at arcanists and turning it into a rugby scuffle of orgy violence as nature magic and human violence and ghosts all strive together. It's weird watching him break a ghost's neck with his bare hands and having it collapse into wisps of mist.
Leaf hovers her hands over her patch of dead grass. She has intense focus. Though the ground is shaking from the battle. She's stable on her knees. It's subtle, the dark and yellow grass, long dead by the snow on top of it slowly starts to turn color, shifting to green. Then the individual blades of grass begin to unflatten and point up towards the sky like it was still the middle of summer.
Novel says "I'm going for the bus before they can get to it."
Colton says "Alright, I'll meet you there."
As the ground quakes with the stomp of spectral soldiers, a coven of phantom witches weaves spells that entangle the giants in thorny vines. The living are ensnared as well, ghostly vines tearing through the earth to wrap around their limbs, attempting to drag them down.
Skye watches Leaf intensely, her breathing quickened, "Oh.. oh that's.. that's pretty, what a talent you have."
Eyes flicking between the battle and the weirdly growing patch of plants, Skye starts to speak quietly to herself, "They just want to be recognized, they want us to know their anguish and frustration. They need to be seen.. they have to be seen." Pushing up to her knees, Skye forces herself to train her eyes on the battle, picking one spectral figure specifically to focus on. The man of Skye' choise is furiously slashing at another as Skye implores him, "We can see you, we can feel you, we're watching, I promise we can see you."
Colton says "God damn."
Colton says "What the hell was that?"
Novel strides his way through - confused, his expression tightening, in two places at once - a blade of scrap swinging out to slice through a spectral soldier that passes by him. "I'm - I was in a ghost patrol, and then..."
Novel suddenly grins. "I think they FOLLOWED me."
Now that Leaf has a little patch of healthy grass she looks more at ease despite the raging battle. Holding her hands over the grass she begins to hum, its a gutteral sort of hum. No words just animalistic noises with a bit of melody to it. She closes her eyes. Focusing on what she's doing over her grass that seems to just grow healthier and thicker with each passing moment.
Novel produces a low, low laugh as he settles into cover. "Isn't it fucking great?" He says with amusement - and then, glancing over towards the bus. "...Seriously though, where's the fucking mcguffin?"
Colton says, very seriously, "The /dossier/, Novel."
Colton says "The very important dossier."
Novel says with all the seriousness of a goon, "Right. Right. Important dossier."
Colton says "Fuckin' Lenny packed silver for me."
Novel says "Break cover and charge while Decks is reloading? Or we just hang out here?"
Colton says "Well, I'd normally like to make more of a game out of it, keep the dossier in play, but I can't see wherever the fuck it is. We can just rush 'em down."
Novel says "Sounds good to me."
Colton says "I do feel a bit bad, Temple got fucked over /hard/ by Venice."
Colton breaks into a big, wolfish grin and holds up two fingers in Lenny's direction. "Poison for silver," he calls out.
A phalanx of ghostly knights charges forward, their spectral lances aimed at a line of mages, who summon a wall of fire in a desperate attempt to halt the advance. The resulting explosion sends waves of heat blasting throughout the graveyard, setting plants and clothing on fire.
Novel charges out of the smog and gas, followed by fucking set of spectral knights charging along with him and then suddenly there's mages and flames and he BURSTS out of it. The man is grinning maniacally with blade in one hand and bow in the other.
"You don't have to just keep shooting poor Novel," Colton grunts, charging behind the van's cover to lash out at someone with his axe. Then he's fading away with a twist of limbs, and the werewolf lets out an annoyed grunt as he turns his attentions onto Declan.
"You don't have to just keep shooting poor Novel," Colton grunts, charging behind the van's cover to lash out at Lenny with his axe. Then he's fading away with a twist of limbs, and the werewolf lets out an annoyed grunt as he turns his attentions onto Declan in the creepier Templar's stead.
Colton says "If I'm bein' honest though, Declan, I respect how much you show up for your people, even if you're punching upwards."
Leaf's hum rises in tempo and volume. Eventually her lips part and she sings her gutteral chant with eyes closed. Her grass just becomes ever for flush and tall. Soon enough a lawnmower might be in order. Whatever is happening on the battlefield might as well be in another world for her now as she is so intensely focused on her ritual.
Suddenly she cries out, as if in pain and her grass, so beautiful and healthy suddenly seems to lose all color. It turns black, dead and collapses into itself in a smoldering mass of organic material. Its only then that the nymph silences herself, keeping her eyes closed tight.
Declan digs heels into the ground with his bayonet parry, sighting two engaging him close. He accepts his fate. "I can't only be a perv," he says to Colton in a hiss.
Novel studies Declan for a moment. "Hey! It is you, Decks! How have you been!" It's like he didn't even know what he was fighting. Is he high?
TO be fair he came with a legion of ghosts exploding around him.
Novel looks vaguely disappointed as the man disappears. "Awh."
"My bad," Colton apologises, cutting Declan down before the man can answer. "Got a little excited. I have /no/ idea where these guys are, though."
Novel says "I'm gonna assume they're off to the fucking south somewhere, all the way in the far corner, maybe?"
Colton says "I'll head south from here, yeah."
Novel says "Whatever. I've got lambrofeeties."
As Novel vanishes into the mist, Skye exchanges wary observations with Leaf, a willowy woman tending to a mysterious patch of grass, unflinching amidst the battlefield's wrath. The confrontation escalates, with spectral generals summoning elemental fury that shakes the very foundation of the cemetery. In this dire moment, Leaf's ritual over her cherished patch of grass culminates in its sudden death, a stark reflection of the calamity surrounding them. Meanwhile, Novel reemerges triumphant from the turmoil, his spirits buoyed by the conflict's intensity, seemingly unphased by the transcendental violence as the living and dead collide in a fervent plea for recognition and release from their eternal torment.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Thu Jan 23 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 8F(-13C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
An eerie stillness settles over the graveyard, the fog thickening like an otherworldly veil. The ground trembles, and two ghostly armies surge forth, locked in a battle that defies time. One side, draped in ethereal armor, charges with spectral weapons, while the other hurls crackling bolts of elemental magic. The air is alight with haunting energy as the spirits, long dead, resume their eternal battle, heedless of the living who are caught in their spectral warpath.
Focusing on something nearby, Skye reaches up to finger her necklace, aiming her words to Novel though her gaze is off to the left, "No.. but I don't know many here. The.. spirits are restless, they're tethered and filled with rage they want us to understand. How.. how do you.. can you see them? Can you see?" She looks down at Novel, "Do you feel them?"
As Leaf approaches, Skye widens her eyes, stilling like a deer in the headlights as the strange, willowy woman circles her. Offering a curious smile of her own, Skye starts to speak to her, just as the fog thickens, silencing her instantly, and as the spirits charge, Skye drops to a crouch, hunkering beside Novel.
A towering, spectral knight swings his sword at a ghostly conjurer, cutting the arcanist in half and continuing onwards to collide against a gravestone. The collision smashes the gravestone apart, sending shards flying all around dangerously.
There is a sense of familiarity with this particular battle that shows in the way Leaf visibly and silently winces at seeing it begin. She doesn't make any moves yet, studying Novel and Skye first to see what they might do. When the sword hits the gravestone and blows it up she hops backwards to avoid danger though she was already quite far away from it to begin with
"Ah. Game time." Novel murmurs, more to himself as he pushes himself up and away from the tombstone he's been sitting on as the ground and area cracks and changes. "I can feel the anger in my heart every day." He states to Skye with easy smile. "Try and start on banishing them. I'm going to be busy." A large, shining bowie knife appears in hand, as gravestone shrapnel bounces off his form as he puts himself between it and Skye - or maybe it was just because he was striding that direction.
Either way, his long legs carry him, starting as a rolling walk, and then a stride, and then a charge. He cuts the tendons of a ghostly horse, stabs another arcanist in the throat, and then - he's gone. Disappearing into the fog, his actions only seen as rippling collapses through lines or the occasional scream.
Skye reaches out for Novel but too late, her fingers swiping the air before she hunches back behind the tombstone. Daring a look around the dirty grave, Skye watches as Novel storms into the fray. Shooting a glance up at Leaf, Skye asks her, a little throatily, "Have you seen this before? You look like you've seen this before. Do you.. do you speak?" With a few deep breathes, Skye tries, looking at Leaf, "Skye. I'm Skye."
A phalanx of ghostly knights charges forward, their spectral lances aimed at a line of mages, who summon a wall of fire in a desperate attempt to halt the advance. The resulting explosion sends waves of heat blasting throughout the graveyard, setting plants and clothing on fire.
Leaf could at least nod, but she doesn't. Maybe she understands or just can get the social cues that Skye is lost and she is not. She moves nearer to pop a squat near one of the grave stones that wasn't destroyed and once low she begins to use her hands to clear away snow from on top of it till she's managed to reveal the flattened, dead grass beneath.
Skye squeaks, she actually squeaks as a blast of heat *wooomphs* past her feet, setting light to a partially exposed plant. Kicking a heel, Skye bats at the flames with her boot, whispering to herself under her breath, softly soothing words which have little to no effect. As the flames die, kicked beneath lumps of muddy snow, Skye scoots herself back tighter to the tombstone, keeping her back shielded as she flicks her attention to Leaf, watching her, "What.. what are you doing?"
Novel runs out of the mayhem and melee, visible from the ice and cold by the fact he's not blue and EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE ahhhh! and he throws himself down into the icy grass, the smoking crack and pop as the subzero temperatures and his burning hair interaction as he tumbles around, dodging (mostly) the kicks and stomps of armored feet and hooves. Eventually he ends up behind an angel statue. He flashes a thumbs up from behind it.
"I'm okay!"
Two spectral generals lock eyes from across the battlefield as their armies collide in a chaotic whirlwind of steel and spell. One of them has a blade wreathed in fire; the other conjures a vertex of ice-cold magic around him - their collision sends a shockwave rippling through the graveyard that knocks everyone off their feet and cracks all nearby gravestones right in half.
Leaf still no answer, the wave of heat seems to def
Still no answer, Leaf the shockwave forces her to her knees and she has to duck under the wave itself to avoid getting hit by it directly. She seems very concerned with her patch of dead grass, so much so that she covers it with her body till the danger is gone. When she comes back up she glances to Skye to ensure shes still there then she holds her hands out towards her grass, palms facing down.
On her knees, Skye crawls to the side of the tombstone as the battle shifts, rampaging along the cemetery, her eyes on stalks as she watches Novel running out of the fray ON FIRE. Skye gasps, attempting to crawl on her knees in Novel's direction, but another fiery blast sends her scuttling back to her original tomb-ish stone. Paler than pale, Skye offers a faint, white-toothed smile to Leaf which looks uncomfortable and strangely out of place amidst this deathly spectral scene, "You like that, that little bit of ground? Does it feel nice?" Skye twitters inanely as if she's not close to being burnt to a crisp by ghosts and ghouls.
Spectral war drums pound as cavalry specters sweep in from the flank, met by a line of phantom nature mages who attempt to pull at the soil beneath their feet. The clash shakes the ground, causing cracks to appear underfoot and sending the living stumbling as the earth heaves.
Novel ducks back down into cover as the shockwave comes out, as if he's expecting it. The angel's wings fall off, crashing to the ground in chunks. "Fuckers!" He calls out, loud-mouthed and rude and then - he's lunging right out and tackling his way into, then through, the line of knights running at arcanists and turning it into a rugby scuffle of orgy violence as nature magic and human violence and ghosts all strive together. It's weird watching him break a ghost's neck with his bare hands and having it collapse into wisps of mist.
Leaf hovers her hands over her patch of dead grass. She has intense focus. Though the ground is shaking from the battle. She's stable on her knees. It's subtle, the dark and yellow grass, long dead by the snow on top of it slowly starts to turn color, shifting to green. Then the individual blades of grass begin to unflatten and point up towards the sky like it was still the middle of summer.
Novel says "I'm going for the bus before they can get to it."
Colton says "Alright, I'll meet you there."
As the ground quakes with the stomp of spectral soldiers, a coven of phantom witches weaves spells that entangle the giants in thorny vines. The living are ensnared as well, ghostly vines tearing through the earth to wrap around their limbs, attempting to drag them down.
Skye watches Leaf intensely, her breathing quickened, "Oh.. oh that's.. that's pretty, what a talent you have."
Eyes flicking between the battle and the weirdly growing patch of plants, Skye starts to speak quietly to herself, "They just want to be recognized, they want us to know their anguish and frustration. They need to be seen.. they have to be seen." Pushing up to her knees, Skye forces herself to train her eyes on the battle, picking one spectral figure specifically to focus on. The man of Skye' choise is furiously slashing at another as Skye implores him, "We can see you, we can feel you, we're watching, I promise we can see you."
Colton says "God damn."
Colton says "What the hell was that?"
Novel strides his way through - confused, his expression tightening, in two places at once - a blade of scrap swinging out to slice through a spectral soldier that passes by him. "I'm - I was in a ghost patrol, and then..."
Novel suddenly grins. "I think they FOLLOWED me."
Now that Leaf has a little patch of healthy grass she looks more at ease despite the raging battle. Holding her hands over the grass she begins to hum, its a gutteral sort of hum. No words just animalistic noises with a bit of melody to it. She closes her eyes. Focusing on what she's doing over her grass that seems to just grow healthier and thicker with each passing moment.
Novel produces a low, low laugh as he settles into cover. "Isn't it fucking great?" He says with amusement - and then, glancing over towards the bus. "...Seriously though, where's the fucking mcguffin?"
Colton says, very seriously, "The /dossier/, Novel."
Colton says "The very important dossier."
Novel says with all the seriousness of a goon, "Right. Right. Important dossier."
Colton says "Fuckin' Lenny packed silver for me."
Novel says "Break cover and charge while Decks is reloading? Or we just hang out here?"
Colton says "Well, I'd normally like to make more of a game out of it, keep the dossier in play, but I can't see wherever the fuck it is. We can just rush 'em down."
Novel says "Sounds good to me."
Colton says "I do feel a bit bad, Temple got fucked over /hard/ by Venice."
Colton breaks into a big, wolfish grin and holds up two fingers in Lenny's direction. "Poison for silver," he calls out.
A phalanx of ghostly knights charges forward, their spectral lances aimed at a line of mages, who summon a wall of fire in a desperate attempt to halt the advance. The resulting explosion sends waves of heat blasting throughout the graveyard, setting plants and clothing on fire.
Novel charges out of the smog and gas, followed by fucking set of spectral knights charging along with him and then suddenly there's mages and flames and he BURSTS out of it. The man is grinning maniacally with blade in one hand and bow in the other.
"You don't have to just keep shooting poor Novel," Colton grunts, charging behind the van's cover to lash out at someone with his axe. Then he's fading away with a twist of limbs, and the werewolf lets out an annoyed grunt as he turns his attentions onto Declan.
"You don't have to just keep shooting poor Novel," Colton grunts, charging behind the van's cover to lash out at Lenny with his axe. Then he's fading away with a twist of limbs, and the werewolf lets out an annoyed grunt as he turns his attentions onto Declan in the creepier Templar's stead.
Colton says "If I'm bein' honest though, Declan, I respect how much you show up for your people, even if you're punching upwards."
Leaf's hum rises in tempo and volume. Eventually her lips part and she sings her gutteral chant with eyes closed. Her grass just becomes ever for flush and tall. Soon enough a lawnmower might be in order. Whatever is happening on the battlefield might as well be in another world for her now as she is so intensely focused on her ritual.
Suddenly she cries out, as if in pain and her grass, so beautiful and healthy suddenly seems to lose all color. It turns black, dead and collapses into itself in a smoldering mass of organic material. Its only then that the nymph silences herself, keeping her eyes closed tight.
Declan digs heels into the ground with his bayonet parry, sighting two engaging him close. He accepts his fate. "I can't only be a perv," he says to Colton in a hiss.
Novel studies Declan for a moment. "Hey! It is you, Decks! How have you been!" It's like he didn't even know what he was fighting. Is he high?
TO be fair he came with a legion of ghosts exploding around him.
Novel looks vaguely disappointed as the man disappears. "Awh."
"My bad," Colton apologises, cutting Declan down before the man can answer. "Got a little excited. I have /no/ idea where these guys are, though."
Novel says "I'm gonna assume they're off to the fucking south somewhere, all the way in the far corner, maybe?"
Colton says "I'll head south from here, yeah."
Novel says "Whatever. I've got lambrofeeties."