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Rogers Ghost Banishing 241003
On a mysterious night within the confines of Arkwright Cemetery, Roger and Tabitha find themselves engulfed in a supernatural showdown against demonic forces, foretold by a chilling brimstone scent and a menacing, horned figure that emerges from the swirling, black mist. Roger, unversed in the ways of the occult and grappling with his own physical limitations, is immediately incapacitated by a spell that constricts his heart painfully, indicating the grave danger they are in. Meanwhile, Tabitha, recognizing the signs of a demon's presence, promptly seeks to combat the spectral threat with her knowledge of witchcraft, pulling from her bag a grimoire and beginning her incantations and preparations for a ritual that seeks to banish the malignant entities.
The escalation of the conflict reveals Tabitha's determination and resourcefulness, as she transitions from an initial attempt to involve earthly elements in her banishment spell to a more desperate invocation of Mara and eventually Pazuzu, in an effort to harness their power against their unearthly adversary. Roger, despite his initial confusion and fear, attempts to aid Tabitha by reciting prayers and blessings in a foreign tongue, showcasing his resilience and willingness to stand against forces beyond his comprehension. Tabitha's ritual climaxes with her commanding the wind to dispel the demonic smoke, symbolizing a momentous struggle against the encroaching darkness. The story concludes with the characters embroiled in a fierce spiritual battle, their fates hanging in the balance as they invoke ancient and powerful beings in their defense, illustrating the timeless battle between light and darkness, bravery and fear, and the strength found in unity against common foes.
(Roger's ghost banishing)
[Wed Oct 2 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 64F(17C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds. There is a waxing 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.
"It is not your fault, I am sure." Roger mutters back to someone as he tries to calm his racing heart, offering her an awkward grimace before averting his eyes from her gaze to look more toward her feet. "Did you feel the calling as well?" The man wonders of Tabitha, his accent strange in it's inflection. Likely from another world.
"It is not your fault, I am sure." Roger mutters back to Tabitha as he tries to calm his racing heart, offering her an awkward grimace before averting his eyes from her gaze to look more toward her feet. "Did you feel the calling as well?" The man wonders of Tabitha, his accent strange in it's inflection. Likely from another world.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Roger, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Roger can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
The smell of brimstone fills Tabitha's nostrils and it something that the redhead appears to be far to familiar with. She rises to her feet, the scent causing her brow to furrow. "Demons..." she murmurs, as she forgoes the typical means of defeating ghosts. No. She rummages through her bag for a book. Black, thin. Handwritten notes in the corners. "Yes, I did..." she tells Roger.
Tabitha calls out to the demons, "By the powers of the east, the west, the north, and the south, I call upon the forces of the earth, the wind, water, and fire!" The witch raises her hand to the air, tracing sigils into it, and causing turbulence about her, whipping her hair about.
It seems that Roger's attempts to still his racing heart are interrupted by the appearance of this horned figure. He clasps at his chest in a squeak, breathless as the vise-like grip of the spell threatens to crush the very life from him. The crutches fall out of his hands, and he drops down to his knees, crying out in agony.
For a moment, the dark smoke is still around Roger ... but then a low, evil laughter begins to echo. It takes only a second to realize the laughter is echoing inside the heads of those who fight here, and with it comes a sudden urge to give into everyone's worst sin.
"Give me your name, demon," Tabitha beckons to the horned demon figure. Her ceremonial dagger is brought out, and she grips it hard in her hand. Her knuckles turn white with the death grip. Then her hands go up to her ears to try to drown out the laughter, despite that it seems to be within her. "Legion and his followers have no space here." Here? In her head? The pit of her stomach? Any and all the above! She pierces the tip of her dagger into her palm and slices upward to draw out deep crimson blood. Forgetting the grimoire, the picture of a horned smokey demon upon the page she'd finally found, the redhead drops to the ground and starts to draw with her blood, into the dirt, symbols. She looks to Roger, "Are you okay?"
The absolute chaos of this confrontation has left Roger confused, and he blurts out in response to someone' question, "Roger!" Clearly having thought that he was the demon she was referring to when asking for a name, he grips at the grass beneath him as the tugging of his heart begins to lessen and sucks in deep, deep breathes, "This is beyond me! This is so beyond me, sorceress!" He yells over toward someone, eyes widen and frightened, but, he doesn't flee. Not yet. Maybe because he's missing a leg, "How can I help you?"
The absolute chaos of this confrontation has left Roger confused, and he blurts out in response to Tabitha's question, "Roger!" Clearly having thought that he was the demon she was referring to when asking for a name, he grips at the grass beneath him as the tugging of his heart begins to lessen and sucks in deep, deep breathes, "This is beyond me! This is so beyond me, sorceress!" He yells over toward someone, eyes widen and frightened, but, he doesn't flee. Not yet. Maybe because he's missing a leg, "How can I help you?"
The absolute chaos of this confrontation has left Roger confused, and he blurts out in response to Tabitha's question, "Roger!" Clearly having thought that he was the demon she was referring to when asking for a name, he grips at the grass beneath him as the tugging of his heart begins to lessen and sucks in deep, deep breathes, "This is beyond me! This is so beyond me, sorceress!" He yells over toward Tabitha, eyes widen and frightened, but, he doesn't flee. Not yet. Maybe because he's missing a leg, "How can I help you?"
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Roger and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Roger, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Roger can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
The symbol is hard to read in the dirt, as the blood is soaked up by the earth, but its effect is all the same. Tabitha gathers the soil in to her hand and lets it fall to the earth again through her fingers. "Mara, I beseech thee! Come take this demon back to the earth, back to the Hell which it rose..." She says this in shaking breath, her eyes set on the horned demon, a look given it, as she slowly seems to give up some of her will to what it forces upon her. She swallows hard, as Roger is again seized. "No!" She calls out. To herself more than this demon. "If Mara will not hear my call... will not accept my blood offering, then I call to Pazuzu! Demon of the southwest wind."
Tabitha raises her hands to the skies, the wind still stirring the leaves about her feet, and whipping her fiery hair. As to what Roger can possibly do to help? Perhaps he should not be calling on spirits and demons and dieties if not able. This is written unspoken on her features as she watches Roger fall again. But then, it softens some, empathy there for the man who just doesn't seem to be getting a break. She does not chant immediately, but she says, "You must fight it. Do you know any ritual for protection? Call upon it now."
It certainly seems like the spirits here don't want Roger to assist Tabitha in any meaningful way, as magically untrained as he is. That tug against his heart grows in intensity once more, and the man gasps out, rolling onto his side and then his back as he kicks and twitches in the dirt. The prompting from Tabitha does get through to him though, and through his struggles he begins to mutter out prayers, and blessings, and pleading words in some old, alien tongue, tears springing to his eyes from the fear, and pain alike.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Roger, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Roger can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Roger with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
The wind picks up as Tabitha begins to chant, her own tongue speaking something alien. It is not perfect. And she has to lower her hands and begin again, when the air about her stills entirely, filling the space with the hot air that had surrounded she and Roger earlier. She nods to Roger for him to continue, and then begins anew herself. She tries to explain to Roger, in hopes to help him calm from the experience as a whole, "If this works, Pazuzu will cause a great wind to dispell the smoke... That it can not reform itself." And it does seem as if the wind has begun to whistle through the cemetary, against tree limbs in a howl. Then there is a hellhound, and though it has specifically gone for Roger, Tabitha crosses her arms over her head in a way to protect herself.
The words are harder, and harder yet for Roger to speak, as those bindings about his heart strangle him, his ribs nearly collapsing in upon themselves not unlike a dying star. Though, the true star in all of this is Tabitha, as she continues to fight back against the magics that haunt, and harm Roger.
The wind begins to swirl the leaves about Tabitha, and then move away from her, forming a shape of some demon. They begin to envelope the smokey form that attacked Roger. Her voice begins to raise anew. Requesting Pazuzu to help. Both a wind demon, and a protector.
The escalation of the conflict reveals Tabitha's determination and resourcefulness, as she transitions from an initial attempt to involve earthly elements in her banishment spell to a more desperate invocation of Mara and eventually Pazuzu, in an effort to harness their power against their unearthly adversary. Roger, despite his initial confusion and fear, attempts to aid Tabitha by reciting prayers and blessings in a foreign tongue, showcasing his resilience and willingness to stand against forces beyond his comprehension. Tabitha's ritual climaxes with her commanding the wind to dispel the demonic smoke, symbolizing a momentous struggle against the encroaching darkness. The story concludes with the characters embroiled in a fierce spiritual battle, their fates hanging in the balance as they invoke ancient and powerful beings in their defense, illustrating the timeless battle between light and darkness, bravery and fear, and the strength found in unity against common foes.
(Roger's ghost banishing)
[Wed Oct 2 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 64F(17C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds. There is a waxing 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.
"It is not your fault, I am sure." Roger mutters back to someone as he tries to calm his racing heart, offering her an awkward grimace before averting his eyes from her gaze to look more toward her feet. "Did you feel the calling as well?" The man wonders of Tabitha, his accent strange in it's inflection. Likely from another world.
"It is not your fault, I am sure." Roger mutters back to Tabitha as he tries to calm his racing heart, offering her an awkward grimace before averting his eyes from her gaze to look more toward her feet. "Did you feel the calling as well?" The man wonders of Tabitha, his accent strange in it's inflection. Likely from another world.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Roger, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Roger can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
The smell of brimstone fills Tabitha's nostrils and it something that the redhead appears to be far to familiar with. She rises to her feet, the scent causing her brow to furrow. "Demons..." she murmurs, as she forgoes the typical means of defeating ghosts. No. She rummages through her bag for a book. Black, thin. Handwritten notes in the corners. "Yes, I did..." she tells Roger.
Tabitha calls out to the demons, "By the powers of the east, the west, the north, and the south, I call upon the forces of the earth, the wind, water, and fire!" The witch raises her hand to the air, tracing sigils into it, and causing turbulence about her, whipping her hair about.
It seems that Roger's attempts to still his racing heart are interrupted by the appearance of this horned figure. He clasps at his chest in a squeak, breathless as the vise-like grip of the spell threatens to crush the very life from him. The crutches fall out of his hands, and he drops down to his knees, crying out in agony.
For a moment, the dark smoke is still around Roger ... but then a low, evil laughter begins to echo. It takes only a second to realize the laughter is echoing inside the heads of those who fight here, and with it comes a sudden urge to give into everyone's worst sin.
"Give me your name, demon," Tabitha beckons to the horned demon figure. Her ceremonial dagger is brought out, and she grips it hard in her hand. Her knuckles turn white with the death grip. Then her hands go up to her ears to try to drown out the laughter, despite that it seems to be within her. "Legion and his followers have no space here." Here? In her head? The pit of her stomach? Any and all the above! She pierces the tip of her dagger into her palm and slices upward to draw out deep crimson blood. Forgetting the grimoire, the picture of a horned smokey demon upon the page she'd finally found, the redhead drops to the ground and starts to draw with her blood, into the dirt, symbols. She looks to Roger, "Are you okay?"
The absolute chaos of this confrontation has left Roger confused, and he blurts out in response to someone' question, "Roger!" Clearly having thought that he was the demon she was referring to when asking for a name, he grips at the grass beneath him as the tugging of his heart begins to lessen and sucks in deep, deep breathes, "This is beyond me! This is so beyond me, sorceress!" He yells over toward someone, eyes widen and frightened, but, he doesn't flee. Not yet. Maybe because he's missing a leg, "How can I help you?"
The absolute chaos of this confrontation has left Roger confused, and he blurts out in response to Tabitha's question, "Roger!" Clearly having thought that he was the demon she was referring to when asking for a name, he grips at the grass beneath him as the tugging of his heart begins to lessen and sucks in deep, deep breathes, "This is beyond me! This is so beyond me, sorceress!" He yells over toward someone, eyes widen and frightened, but, he doesn't flee. Not yet. Maybe because he's missing a leg, "How can I help you?"
The absolute chaos of this confrontation has left Roger confused, and he blurts out in response to Tabitha's question, "Roger!" Clearly having thought that he was the demon she was referring to when asking for a name, he grips at the grass beneath him as the tugging of his heart begins to lessen and sucks in deep, deep breathes, "This is beyond me! This is so beyond me, sorceress!" He yells over toward Tabitha, eyes widen and frightened, but, he doesn't flee. Not yet. Maybe because he's missing a leg, "How can I help you?"
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Roger and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Roger, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Roger can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
The symbol is hard to read in the dirt, as the blood is soaked up by the earth, but its effect is all the same. Tabitha gathers the soil in to her hand and lets it fall to the earth again through her fingers. "Mara, I beseech thee! Come take this demon back to the earth, back to the Hell which it rose..." She says this in shaking breath, her eyes set on the horned demon, a look given it, as she slowly seems to give up some of her will to what it forces upon her. She swallows hard, as Roger is again seized. "No!" She calls out. To herself more than this demon. "If Mara will not hear my call... will not accept my blood offering, then I call to Pazuzu! Demon of the southwest wind."
Tabitha raises her hands to the skies, the wind still stirring the leaves about her feet, and whipping her fiery hair. As to what Roger can possibly do to help? Perhaps he should not be calling on spirits and demons and dieties if not able. This is written unspoken on her features as she watches Roger fall again. But then, it softens some, empathy there for the man who just doesn't seem to be getting a break. She does not chant immediately, but she says, "You must fight it. Do you know any ritual for protection? Call upon it now."
It certainly seems like the spirits here don't want Roger to assist Tabitha in any meaningful way, as magically untrained as he is. That tug against his heart grows in intensity once more, and the man gasps out, rolling onto his side and then his back as he kicks and twitches in the dirt. The prompting from Tabitha does get through to him though, and through his struggles he begins to mutter out prayers, and blessings, and pleading words in some old, alien tongue, tears springing to his eyes from the fear, and pain alike.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Roger, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Roger can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Roger with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
The wind picks up as Tabitha begins to chant, her own tongue speaking something alien. It is not perfect. And she has to lower her hands and begin again, when the air about her stills entirely, filling the space with the hot air that had surrounded she and Roger earlier. She nods to Roger for him to continue, and then begins anew herself. She tries to explain to Roger, in hopes to help him calm from the experience as a whole, "If this works, Pazuzu will cause a great wind to dispell the smoke... That it can not reform itself." And it does seem as if the wind has begun to whistle through the cemetary, against tree limbs in a howl. Then there is a hellhound, and though it has specifically gone for Roger, Tabitha crosses her arms over her head in a way to protect herself.
The words are harder, and harder yet for Roger to speak, as those bindings about his heart strangle him, his ribs nearly collapsing in upon themselves not unlike a dying star. Though, the true star in all of this is Tabitha, as she continues to fight back against the magics that haunt, and harm Roger.
The wind begins to swirl the leaves about Tabitha, and then move away from her, forming a shape of some demon. They begin to envelope the smokey form that attacked Roger. Her voice begins to raise anew. Requesting Pazuzu to help. Both a wind demon, and a protector.