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(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Wed Jan 29 2025]
Outside Unit 103 at the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
Sam says "Yo, anyone about?"
Sam says "Got a cursed bracelet. Wanna meet me at the sludgefukk shrine?"
Sam says "Did Novel give ya a key yet?"
Sam says "Perfect. I'll be at the shrine proper."
Tapping the wooden thing, Sam nods some. "Looks like just you and me."
Sam says "Well, let's see. You got any specific decursing rites? I was thinking just offer the curse to Obsidian to eat."
Sam says "Gotta wait a little..."
Rubbing at his shoulder, Sam nods his head. "This is gonna suck. Boar-man got my shoulder earlier."
Sam says "Maybe. It should be fine in like an hour."
"There we go." Sam nods his head, and draws his knife, cutting across his palm, and letting the blood drip into the grates of the triangle. "Ready?" He seems to be bracing himself, the runes on the fingerbone around his neck glowing lightly.
Antoinette follows suit, slicing along her own palm, reopening a wound to add her blood to the mix in offering. "Ready." She says softly. "At least it's not a dagger this time." She grimaces at some memory, drawing in a breath.
"By my Blood..." Sam nods to Antoinette, letting the blood seep into that triangle, as he starts a perhaps by now familiar incantation." He nods to Antoinette, spreading his arms out, one pointing to the empty triangle, one to the point where !@antoinette is located."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"By Will and Devotion," Antoinette exhales a frosty breath, suddenly very glad she's kept her coat on. She puts a little more distance between herself and Sam to lift her own arms, mimicking his movements and trying to power through the bite of the cold, focusing her attention on the bracelet and triangle.
"By the Master of Duat... By the Serpent of Isfet... By the blood of my blood..." Sam looks over to Antoinette, and smiles.
"By loyalty, of blood, and of pact..." He lowers his head some, the shadows around the room slowly starting to gather in the middle of the triangle.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Antoinette manages a smile in return to Sam, shuddering as she closes her eyes tightly to try and focus her thoughts and not dwell on the freezing close. "We offer this gift to you as a show of our loyaly, our devotion and dedication." Her teeth chattering just a bit.
His breath a cloud in the room, Sam lowers his hand to the floor, and speaks. "By name we thee invoke, Herald of Isfet... Obsidian!"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Antoinette lowers her hand as Sam lowers his, curling it in on itself, echoing his sentiment too, latching on to it really to help keep her thoughs coherent. "Herald of Isfet. Obsidian!"
As the room keeps getting colder, Sam clenches his hand around the dragon-shaped ring around his finger. "Gonthorian the World-eater, by the blood that bound you!" He winces as the jock trembles, that ring flashing with arcane light. "Your bound fire, unleashed, burn and rend..." He nods to Antoinette, a slight increase in temperature around the jock as that ring glows softly.
A section of Antoinette's clothing catches fire.
Antoinette feels some relief from the cold with an increase in temperature. Is her coat actually on fire? Well, possibly, but there's other stuff going on! At least she can concentrate a bit better now.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden bracelet is broken.
Sams Decursing Attempt 250130
(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Wed Jan 29 2025]
Outside Unit 103 at the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
Sam says "Yo, anyone about?"
Sam says "Got a cursed bracelet. Wanna meet me at the sludgefukk shrine?"
Sam says "Did Novel give ya a key yet?"
Sam says "Perfect. I'll be at the shrine proper."
Tapping the wooden thing, Sam nods some. "Looks like just you and me."
Sam says "Well, let's see. You got any specific decursing rites? I was thinking just offer the curse to Obsidian to eat."
Sam says "Gotta wait a little..."
Rubbing at his shoulder, Sam nods his head. "This is gonna suck. Boar-man got my shoulder earlier."
Sam says "Maybe. It should be fine in like an hour."
"There we go." Sam nods his head, and draws his knife, cutting across his palm, and letting the blood drip into the grates of the triangle. "Ready?" He seems to be bracing himself, the runes on the fingerbone around his neck glowing lightly.
Antoinette follows suit, slicing along her own palm, reopening a wound to add her blood to the mix in offering. "Ready." She says softly. "At least it's not a dagger this time." She grimaces at some memory, drawing in a breath.
"By my Blood..." Sam nods to Antoinette, letting the blood seep into that triangle, as he starts a perhaps by now familiar incantation." He nods to Antoinette, spreading his arms out, one pointing to the empty triangle, one to the point where !@antoinette is located."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"By Will and Devotion," Antoinette exhales a frosty breath, suddenly very glad she's kept her coat on. She puts a little more distance between herself and Sam to lift her own arms, mimicking his movements and trying to power through the bite of the cold, focusing her attention on the bracelet and triangle.
"By the Master of Duat... By the Serpent of Isfet... By the blood of my blood..." Sam looks over to Antoinette, and smiles.
"By loyalty, of blood, and of pact..." He lowers his head some, the shadows around the room slowly starting to gather in the middle of the triangle.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Antoinette manages a smile in return to Sam, shuddering as she closes her eyes tightly to try and focus her thoughts and not dwell on the freezing close. "We offer this gift to you as a show of our loyaly, our devotion and dedication." Her teeth chattering just a bit.
His breath a cloud in the room, Sam lowers his hand to the floor, and speaks. "By name we thee invoke, Herald of Isfet... Obsidian!"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Antoinette lowers her hand as Sam lowers his, curling it in on itself, echoing his sentiment too, latching on to it really to help keep her thoughs coherent. "Herald of Isfet. Obsidian!"
As the room keeps getting colder, Sam clenches his hand around the dragon-shaped ring around his finger. "Gonthorian the World-eater, by the blood that bound you!" He winces as the jock trembles, that ring flashing with arcane light. "Your bound fire, unleashed, burn and rend..." He nods to Antoinette, a slight increase in temperature around the jock as that ring glows softly.
A section of Antoinette's clothing catches fire.
Antoinette feels some relief from the cold with an increase in temperature. Is her coat actually on fire? Well, possibly, but there's other stuff going on! At least she can concentrate a bit better now.
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden bracelet is broken.