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Sams Ghost Banishing 241126
In the haunting chill of the Arkwright Cemetery, as dusk veils the place in darkness, a group, led by Sam, gathers to confront a hellish scene straight out of infernal pits. Amidst the grave markers, creatures made of smoke and brimstone—horned monsters with menacing red eyes—emerge, setting the stage for a dire ritual to banish these malevolent spirits back to their hellish realm. Sam, taking charge with a determined yet strained courage, coordinates with his companions—Ceryn, Emmelline, Ash, Vindicta, and others—as they confront the onslaught. Emmelline meticulously prepares a binding ritual, crucial to their strategy, while Ceryn offers his blood in support, despite his weariness from earlier exertions. The emergence of a massive spider made of infernal smoke wraps Sam in a cocoon of dark mist, marking the beginning of their nightmarish battle.
As the struggle intensifies, demonic beings—hellhounds and infernal monkeys—assail the group with vicious ferocity. Sam, despite being ensnared and bitten, valiantly fights to direct the banishment, enduring the pain to form a triangle of blood—a nexus of sacrifice and power. With Ash's support, firing beams of charged energy, and Vindicta engaging in close quarters, they fend off the apparitions. However, as their physical and spiritual reserves wane, the situation becomes desperate. Emmelline, nearing completion of her binding ritual, urges for the commencement of the banishment. In a climax of arcane energy and desperate resolve, Sam and Ash combine their efforts, channeling the malice and torment of their foes into the ritual, effectively banishing the unearthly fiends back to their origins. Exhausted but triumphant, the group witnesses the dissolution of the smoke monsters, leaving behind a cleansed silence in the cemetery, a testament to their grim determination and unity in the face of otherworldly evil.
(Sam's ghost banishing)
[Mon Nov 25 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 54F(12C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning 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.
Ceryn glances over to Sam, "I don't have 'my things', so I'm more here for a supportive deal. Blood for rituals, whatever you need. Although I helped Ash with one earlier today. Any more bloodletting and I'll probably take a dirt nap." He snickers lightly, digging through his bag as he spoke.
Emmelline sends one long text, before she focuses in on banishing. "I've got the binding ritual,' she calls to the rest, as she takes out her supplies. Namely a small vial of what appears like blood attached to a pippett, and a wooden tablet, with various shapes and symbols on it."
Crinkling his nose, Sam nods to Emmelline. "I'll take it." He walks over to her, and nods. "Just tell me where ya want it. Strong side is shadow and darkness, but I can roll with it." He lifts a hand to Ash. "Ey there!"
There is a look above -- and then, from an overarching tree, Sam and their companions can see a black spider made of infernal smoke. It's huge, with a bloated belly, and then spun spider strands of black mist descend to wrap Sam into some awful cocoon.
Ceryn ticks off a familiar wave over to Ash, "How'd the dragging off go? I should have-" He starts conversing, only for the atmosphere to quickly change. The fellow seems immediately perturbed by the thing, "Fuck- /Fuck/. I do /not/ do spiders." He murmurs under his breath.
"No sorry mate," Emmelline says with a shake of her head. She begins dripping blood out of her vial pippett set up onto the tablet in a very meticulous manner, as she prepares the ritual. At Sam's question she asks, "Hmm/ Well this should bind them, so they can't leave here," she explains. 'Someone's got to do the banishment one.""
Trailing off as the spider's strands start to wrap around him, Sam lets out a low hiss, and tries to reach for the hunting knife on his belt. He looks to Ash, and nods. "Yeh, I can, ifya get this shit offa me, yeh?" He nods to someone. "Blood's good. It means power." He nods in approval, thrashing against the strands.
Trailing off as the spider's strands start to wrap around him, Sam lets out a low hiss, and tries to reach for the hunting knife on his belt. He looks to Ash, and nods. "Yeh, I can, ifya get this shit offa me, yeh?" He nods to Ceryn. "Blood's good. It means power." He nods in approval, thrashing against the strands.
"I think Sam was here first, happy to give him dibs on technique. As long as it's at least compatible with my methods." Ceryn gives Sam a glance, doubt in his eyes.
Emmelline seems to be trying to deal with multiple things at the same time, if her long text is anything to go by. That done, she begins working on the ritual once more, returning to meticulously dripping the blood in very strategic spots on her wooden tablet.
Seeing those red-eyed beasties and horned creatures start to appear out of the smoke, Vindicta's fingers dip down into a pouch at her hip. "Demons and ghosties," murmurs the albino quietly, emptying her current cache of bullets in her revolver's cylinder onto the grass to replace them with quartz rods encased in a full metal jacket. "This do better trick," she explains as though mostly talking to herself. When Ash appears and questions them on their timeliness, she shakes her head. "Spirits already appear," she claims. "But can still participate if want. More merrier," claims the albino in a pleasantly sweet tone, waving at Emmelline in the process, then Sam.
"Oh, Bianchini love spiders!!" squeals the petite femme excitedly, bouncing eagerly on her toes and then taking her pocket knife in hand rather than the revolver. "These always funner up close," says the tiny Deputy with a grin- just before sprinting full-speed at the deadly arachnid for a tussle.
There is a look above -- and then, from an overarching tree, Sam and their companions can see a black spider made of infernal smoke. It's huge, with a bloated belly, and then spun spider strands of black mist descend to wrap Sam into some awful cocoon.
"that thing hates you something fierce," Emmelline idly remarks, as she continues to concentrate. Now that the blood has all been dispersed onto the tablet, she begins her mental concentration, and a soft glow seems to emminate from the tablet, as the ritual begins to take form.
With a raised brow, Ceryn gives attention to the steady loading of bullets into someone' firearm. "Y'know, if you use violence to get rid of every spirit, it's bad karma. Good chance you're going to disturb the other side with that sort of thing. You've really got to placate them sometimes." As he explains, he draws a rough breath, his entire body shaking even as he attempts to cut his gaze away from the giant arachnid.
"I mean, unless one of you wants to carry me home, it's not really an excuse." Ceryn snaps over to Sam, "I'm still woozy from last time, also the gash you gave my leg." He prods and pokes, playfully, but clearly still unsettled by the sight alone.
With a raised brow, Ceryn gives attention to the steady loading of bullets into someone' firearm. "Y'know, if you use violence to get rid of every spirit, it's bad karma. Good chance you're going to disturb the other side with that sort of thing. You've really got to placate them sometimes." As he explains, he draws a rough breath, his entire body shaking even as he attempts to cut his gaze away from the giant arachnid.
"I mean, unless one of you wants to carry me home, it's not really an excuse." Ceryn snaps over to Sam, "I'm still woozy from last time, also the gash you gave my leg." He prods and pokes, playfully, but clearly still unsettled by the sight alone.
With a raised brow, Ceryn gives attention to the steady loading of bullets into Vindicta's firearm. "Y'know, if you use violence to get rid of every spirit, it's bad karma. Good chance you're going to disturb the other side with that sort of thing. You've really got to placate them sometimes." As he explains, he draws a rough breath, his entire body shaking even as he attempts to cut his gaze away from the giant arachnid.
"I mean, unless one of you wants to carry me home, it's not really an excuse." Ceryn snaps over to Sam, "I'm still woozy from last time, also the gash you gave my leg." He prods and pokes, playfully, but clearly still unsettled by the sight alone.
Ceryn totally had been snappy to Ash, not Sam, the player can read he swears.
Ash hums to Ceryn, then to Vindicta. "Yeah, I see it now."
Ash asks Ceryn, "What gash? I didn't do such a thing to you...."
Ceryn pauses after giving his critique, eyes flicking over to the creature, "But uh, you can shoot this one. Actually please do."
Silken strands dealt with, Sam turns to Ceryn. "Okay, triangle of blood, please."
He rakes his hunting knife across his palm, and lets out an annoyed hiss, his tongue flicking from his mouth. "Emmelline, can you bind it in the center of this form?" He looks up at her, and trembles lightly, the jock clearly having strained himself physically today as well.
Seth strolls through the cemetery, walking up to Ash's side. "So, what's going on?" he asks aside to them, eyeing each person in attendance in turn.
Ceryn jerks a thumb over at Sam, "No, it was-" He gasps, "A /triangle/? What elementary ritual are we doing for this sort of creature?" The fellow scoffs, but still good natured in his tone, probably merely an attempt to brush off the rather blatant vibration of his entire body under the gaze of the arachnid. "Fine, but you owe me a steak after this." He tacks on.
"yeah will do," Emmelline says with a nod to Sam. She concentrates on the triangle of blood that Sam appears to be making, walking a little closer. The glow emminating from the tablet growing subtly growing stronger under her ministrations.'
"Ritual," Valerie provides in easy explanation as she walks across the cemetery grounds. "To prevent the rising of a malevolent spirit."
Emmelline says "I mean malevolent spirit is already well and present. I think we're trying to smack it back to where it came from."
Sam says, quickly checking with the others present, "Infernal in nature, this one, ay? "
Ash informs Seth casually, as they shoot lasers out of a crystal at demonic spiders... situation normal, all fucked up: "We're ghostbusting! I figured that you really needed to learn this. This time, it's demonic spirits, so I'm using quartz to imbue my light with anti-demonic energy... and yes, Sam. Infernal."
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Sam with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Despite agreeing to do Sam's bidding, Ceryn began to trace his heel through the dirt, dragging out a shape in a rather haphazard fashion. Steadily, it forms a Triquetra, surprisingly neat considering how fast the blond did it. "Alright, blood." He sighs, dragging his knife across his palm with a wince.
With a squeezed grip, his vitae begins to drip onto the dug dirt, "Blood returns to earth, shedding life which returns to us." He mutters under his breath, the grasses around the pattern seeming to shift ever-so slightly as the crimson flows through the pattern.
Ash leans into Seth as they whisper, light pulsating through the crystal to shoot beams of charged energy at the hellhound, now.
Rolling onto his back, Sam barely manages to raise his arm to block that hell-hound, letting out a low hiss of pain. "Fuckin... AY..."
He puts his other hand onto that shape, and starts speaking, trying to keep that hell-hound away from his face. "By blood spilled, I invoke the Gate of Hell!" His eyes flicker, the jock seemingly drawing on whatever fresh hell that hound is inflicting upon him.
"Fuck! Thanks Ash!"
It's a good thing Vindicta had already switched to her knife by the time Ceryn had tried to druidsplain spirituality and the temperament of ghosts to her. The blond man gets a brief glance through the corner of the albino's eyes before her attention darts back to her foe. One ally works to free Sam from his cocoon, and the albino works towards pressing in fast against the spider, only for it to disappear from its position, reappear elsewhere, encase Sam again, and vanish faster than she can catch up to it. She huffs out a breath of frustration only to wheel on her heels, pivoting sharply to spot the hellhound. She can't close in on these demonic beasties fast enough- maybe that's why she's always opting to use her gun.
Which is what she does now, stuffing that pocket knife back where it belongs and opting to instead palm that massive JUDGE revolver, giving its cylinder a spin with her thumb.
Emmelline continues to concentrate on her ritual, as all hell quite literally, breaks loose around them. As the binding ritual gets stronger, the spirit though it can still move out of that triangle, perhaps might find it a bit more difficult, as the ritual continues to take shape.
With a howl, some kind of winged monkey-demon swoops down near Sam, its body made of living smoke. It's all grasping claws, striking hard to leave psychic scars that hurt like deep slashes. Other monkeys attack anyone nearby, with similar screeching, rending claws.
Ash tries to coordinate with Vindicta, calling out shots with their laser as the flock of Wicked Witch of the West mooks tries to get at the group. Ash is a bit limited, however, focused on protecting Seth as well, since the demons decided that Sam wasn't enough.
Seth leans in towards Ash to listen to their whisper, before he pulls back and nods, folding his arms. His gaze remains on the scene unfolding before him, wide and observant, until demonic monkeys begin to appear, attacking not just Sam, but those nearby as well. He staggers back as a hand darts into the pocket of his leather jacket, and he tries to put as much distance between him and the carnage without leaving Ash's protection.
"Sorry, sorry," Emmelline calls to Ash and of course Seth. "I'm trying ot keep them in that triangle thing," gesturing to the triangle made, "but it takes time. Sorry."
Spitting onto the ground, a hiss comes from Sam's lips as he turns to attend his own ritual again.
"Through brimstone and fire, pull back into the snare of the abyss, that which has died..." He speaks softly, his voice laced with a deep seated hatred as he stabs his dagger into the ground, the smell of said brimstone filling the air around the ritual shape.
"MotherFUCK..." He trails off as he is occupied with the monkey now, stabbing his normal iron blade into it repeatedly.
As his wound finally begins to clot, Ceryn sighs, swaying back and forth uneasily, "This better be worth it." He grumbles under his breath, the soil drenched in his vitae as the circle is finished. "That enough for you?" Attention flicking over to Sam only to immediately switch back as the spiders dominate his gaze.
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Sam with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Trailing off yet again, Sam tosses aside that monkey, now dealing with another hound. He just holds it by the throat, it's teeth digging deep into his arm as he winces in pain, rolling into that shape, seemingly trying to drag the hound with him, though it is clearly taking it's toll on him.
"Take over, please, I'm kinna occupied." He nods to Ceryn.
"They really hate you," Emmelline says once again to Sam, as yet another hell creature aims for him. She continues her own work, the tablet's glow now noticeably brighter than when she started the ritual.
Vindicta shifts her focus from trying to defend Sam from the onslaught of hellish beasts to defending herself, that knife spinning against her palm before becoming settled back into her grasp. It's most unfortunate that the little Deputy finds herself so far behind on the draw in this particular banishment. She's doing all that she can just to remain on her feet, let alone help anyone else as those monkeys come sweeping in. She ducks, then covers her head with her arms, struggling to keep her hat in place as they claw and screech and scratch at her.
"Right." Ceryn replies, metaphorically rolling up his sleeves. His lips part to say something, but rather than anything coming out... The blond's legs give out, leaving him falling face-first into a luckily comfortable pile of grass. "I ugh, too much letting in one day." He reiterates, barely being able to roll over to keep himself face-up in the graveyard. "You've got this Sam, I'm rooting for you!" Pumping his fist into the air, he at least cheerleads from his new spot on the ground.
A trio of horned smoke-monsters advance out of the mist. They have twisted weapons formed of smoke, and they descend on Sam, howling in an incomrephensible, devilish tongue.
Ash manages a shot towards Sam, missing a few times as they duck a monkey, but finally manage to pierce through its chest. Perhaps that's enough - one hopes, as their light pulses. Unfortunately, it's evident that, while equipped for this, this is not their normal role. "It's just like hunting ROUSes," they murmur, trying to focus. The fact that the big rats don't fly seems... irrelevant to them, at this moment.
Ash shot the hellhound through the chest.
"Can someone please do the banishment ritual," Emmelline calls out. "this binding thing's almost done, but it's not going to do shite, if no one banishes it."
"Rouses?" Ceryn idly questions, curiosity not escaping his exsanguinated stupor.
As the hound gets shot by Ash, it seems to create an opening. With a roar, Sam curb-stomps that hellish hound into the ritual triangle, and just nods to Ceryn. "Plane of suffering, plane of dread, accept out fears, and anger, and hate!"
He sways somewhat, clearly not faring too much better than Ceryn in terms of blood-loss. "Drag back your spawn, and FUCKING DIE!" The jock then just punches the ground hard, nodding to Emmelline. "Go! Toss it into the triangle, back to where it belongs!" He looks quite pale indeed. "Ash, little help?"
Emmelline doesn't toss the wooden tablet as Sam perhaps would have thought she'd do. Instead, she turns it outwards, so the various carvings are facing towards the malevolent spirits, shining the tablet's glowing light upon the evil spirits.
Ash sighs at Emmelline and Sam, putting their crystal away. "Alright," they speak, before reaching out and clapping their hands. Pulling them apart, strands of light stretch between their fingers like a cat's cradle... and, appropriately enough, they use just that style of play to form arcane circles centered on the spirits.
Panting for breath and with scratches all over her visible flesh from the demonic assault, Vindicta collapses, finally, down to the ground, chest heaving from the exertion of simply remaining upright through it all until now. Her legs give, there's a rime of sweat upon her brow, and she lays her weapons to rest upon her lap and in the grass alongside her petite form as she lets the arcanists do what they do best and handle the remainder of the binding and banishment, little more than a ghostly pallid onlooker to it all.
Ash moves their finger, and their lips, in a hurried hush. Certain words resonate with the sigils already marked and blooded in the soil, as Ash shifts to the proper position. Piggy backing off of those sigils, Ash is able to work as fast as a masterful inctanter... though, they're clearly skilled as is. Just not the absolute best.
The smell of smoke seems to peak, and then, with a rush of magical power, it's gone. The smoke monsters in the cemetery disappear, banished -- fading away as wisps of mist in the air around $n.
As the struggle intensifies, demonic beings—hellhounds and infernal monkeys—assail the group with vicious ferocity. Sam, despite being ensnared and bitten, valiantly fights to direct the banishment, enduring the pain to form a triangle of blood—a nexus of sacrifice and power. With Ash's support, firing beams of charged energy, and Vindicta engaging in close quarters, they fend off the apparitions. However, as their physical and spiritual reserves wane, the situation becomes desperate. Emmelline, nearing completion of her binding ritual, urges for the commencement of the banishment. In a climax of arcane energy and desperate resolve, Sam and Ash combine their efforts, channeling the malice and torment of their foes into the ritual, effectively banishing the unearthly fiends back to their origins. Exhausted but triumphant, the group witnesses the dissolution of the smoke monsters, leaving behind a cleansed silence in the cemetery, a testament to their grim determination and unity in the face of otherworldly evil.
(Sam's ghost banishing)
[Mon Nov 25 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 54F(12C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning 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.
Ceryn glances over to Sam, "I don't have 'my things', so I'm more here for a supportive deal. Blood for rituals, whatever you need. Although I helped Ash with one earlier today. Any more bloodletting and I'll probably take a dirt nap." He snickers lightly, digging through his bag as he spoke.
Emmelline sends one long text, before she focuses in on banishing. "I've got the binding ritual,' she calls to the rest, as she takes out her supplies. Namely a small vial of what appears like blood attached to a pippett, and a wooden tablet, with various shapes and symbols on it."
Crinkling his nose, Sam nods to Emmelline. "I'll take it." He walks over to her, and nods. "Just tell me where ya want it. Strong side is shadow and darkness, but I can roll with it." He lifts a hand to Ash. "Ey there!"
There is a look above -- and then, from an overarching tree, Sam and their companions can see a black spider made of infernal smoke. It's huge, with a bloated belly, and then spun spider strands of black mist descend to wrap Sam into some awful cocoon.
Ceryn ticks off a familiar wave over to Ash, "How'd the dragging off go? I should have-" He starts conversing, only for the atmosphere to quickly change. The fellow seems immediately perturbed by the thing, "Fuck- /Fuck/. I do /not/ do spiders." He murmurs under his breath.
"No sorry mate," Emmelline says with a shake of her head. She begins dripping blood out of her vial pippett set up onto the tablet in a very meticulous manner, as she prepares the ritual. At Sam's question she asks, "Hmm/ Well this should bind them, so they can't leave here," she explains. 'Someone's got to do the banishment one.""
Trailing off as the spider's strands start to wrap around him, Sam lets out a low hiss, and tries to reach for the hunting knife on his belt. He looks to Ash, and nods. "Yeh, I can, ifya get this shit offa me, yeh?" He nods to someone. "Blood's good. It means power." He nods in approval, thrashing against the strands.
Trailing off as the spider's strands start to wrap around him, Sam lets out a low hiss, and tries to reach for the hunting knife on his belt. He looks to Ash, and nods. "Yeh, I can, ifya get this shit offa me, yeh?" He nods to Ceryn. "Blood's good. It means power." He nods in approval, thrashing against the strands.
"I think Sam was here first, happy to give him dibs on technique. As long as it's at least compatible with my methods." Ceryn gives Sam a glance, doubt in his eyes.
Emmelline seems to be trying to deal with multiple things at the same time, if her long text is anything to go by. That done, she begins working on the ritual once more, returning to meticulously dripping the blood in very strategic spots on her wooden tablet.
Seeing those red-eyed beasties and horned creatures start to appear out of the smoke, Vindicta's fingers dip down into a pouch at her hip. "Demons and ghosties," murmurs the albino quietly, emptying her current cache of bullets in her revolver's cylinder onto the grass to replace them with quartz rods encased in a full metal jacket. "This do better trick," she explains as though mostly talking to herself. When Ash appears and questions them on their timeliness, she shakes her head. "Spirits already appear," she claims. "But can still participate if want. More merrier," claims the albino in a pleasantly sweet tone, waving at Emmelline in the process, then Sam.
"Oh, Bianchini love spiders!!" squeals the petite femme excitedly, bouncing eagerly on her toes and then taking her pocket knife in hand rather than the revolver. "These always funner up close," says the tiny Deputy with a grin- just before sprinting full-speed at the deadly arachnid for a tussle.
There is a look above -- and then, from an overarching tree, Sam and their companions can see a black spider made of infernal smoke. It's huge, with a bloated belly, and then spun spider strands of black mist descend to wrap Sam into some awful cocoon.
"that thing hates you something fierce," Emmelline idly remarks, as she continues to concentrate. Now that the blood has all been dispersed onto the tablet, she begins her mental concentration, and a soft glow seems to emminate from the tablet, as the ritual begins to take form.
With a raised brow, Ceryn gives attention to the steady loading of bullets into someone' firearm. "Y'know, if you use violence to get rid of every spirit, it's bad karma. Good chance you're going to disturb the other side with that sort of thing. You've really got to placate them sometimes." As he explains, he draws a rough breath, his entire body shaking even as he attempts to cut his gaze away from the giant arachnid.
"I mean, unless one of you wants to carry me home, it's not really an excuse." Ceryn snaps over to Sam, "I'm still woozy from last time, also the gash you gave my leg." He prods and pokes, playfully, but clearly still unsettled by the sight alone.
With a raised brow, Ceryn gives attention to the steady loading of bullets into someone' firearm. "Y'know, if you use violence to get rid of every spirit, it's bad karma. Good chance you're going to disturb the other side with that sort of thing. You've really got to placate them sometimes." As he explains, he draws a rough breath, his entire body shaking even as he attempts to cut his gaze away from the giant arachnid.
"I mean, unless one of you wants to carry me home, it's not really an excuse." Ceryn snaps over to Sam, "I'm still woozy from last time, also the gash you gave my leg." He prods and pokes, playfully, but clearly still unsettled by the sight alone.
With a raised brow, Ceryn gives attention to the steady loading of bullets into Vindicta's firearm. "Y'know, if you use violence to get rid of every spirit, it's bad karma. Good chance you're going to disturb the other side with that sort of thing. You've really got to placate them sometimes." As he explains, he draws a rough breath, his entire body shaking even as he attempts to cut his gaze away from the giant arachnid.
"I mean, unless one of you wants to carry me home, it's not really an excuse." Ceryn snaps over to Sam, "I'm still woozy from last time, also the gash you gave my leg." He prods and pokes, playfully, but clearly still unsettled by the sight alone.
Ceryn totally had been snappy to Ash, not Sam, the player can read he swears.
Ash hums to Ceryn, then to Vindicta. "Yeah, I see it now."
Ash asks Ceryn, "What gash? I didn't do such a thing to you...."
Ceryn pauses after giving his critique, eyes flicking over to the creature, "But uh, you can shoot this one. Actually please do."
Silken strands dealt with, Sam turns to Ceryn. "Okay, triangle of blood, please."
He rakes his hunting knife across his palm, and lets out an annoyed hiss, his tongue flicking from his mouth. "Emmelline, can you bind it in the center of this form?" He looks up at her, and trembles lightly, the jock clearly having strained himself physically today as well.
Seth strolls through the cemetery, walking up to Ash's side. "So, what's going on?" he asks aside to them, eyeing each person in attendance in turn.
Ceryn jerks a thumb over at Sam, "No, it was-" He gasps, "A /triangle/? What elementary ritual are we doing for this sort of creature?" The fellow scoffs, but still good natured in his tone, probably merely an attempt to brush off the rather blatant vibration of his entire body under the gaze of the arachnid. "Fine, but you owe me a steak after this." He tacks on.
"yeah will do," Emmelline says with a nod to Sam. She concentrates on the triangle of blood that Sam appears to be making, walking a little closer. The glow emminating from the tablet growing subtly growing stronger under her ministrations.'
"Ritual," Valerie provides in easy explanation as she walks across the cemetery grounds. "To prevent the rising of a malevolent spirit."
Emmelline says "I mean malevolent spirit is already well and present. I think we're trying to smack it back to where it came from."
Sam says, quickly checking with the others present, "Infernal in nature, this one, ay? "
Ash informs Seth casually, as they shoot lasers out of a crystal at demonic spiders... situation normal, all fucked up: "We're ghostbusting! I figured that you really needed to learn this. This time, it's demonic spirits, so I'm using quartz to imbue my light with anti-demonic energy... and yes, Sam. Infernal."
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Sam with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Despite agreeing to do Sam's bidding, Ceryn began to trace his heel through the dirt, dragging out a shape in a rather haphazard fashion. Steadily, it forms a Triquetra, surprisingly neat considering how fast the blond did it. "Alright, blood." He sighs, dragging his knife across his palm with a wince.
With a squeezed grip, his vitae begins to drip onto the dug dirt, "Blood returns to earth, shedding life which returns to us." He mutters under his breath, the grasses around the pattern seeming to shift ever-so slightly as the crimson flows through the pattern.
Ash leans into Seth as they whisper, light pulsating through the crystal to shoot beams of charged energy at the hellhound, now.
Rolling onto his back, Sam barely manages to raise his arm to block that hell-hound, letting out a low hiss of pain. "Fuckin... AY..."
He puts his other hand onto that shape, and starts speaking, trying to keep that hell-hound away from his face. "By blood spilled, I invoke the Gate of Hell!" His eyes flicker, the jock seemingly drawing on whatever fresh hell that hound is inflicting upon him.
"Fuck! Thanks Ash!"
It's a good thing Vindicta had already switched to her knife by the time Ceryn had tried to druidsplain spirituality and the temperament of ghosts to her. The blond man gets a brief glance through the corner of the albino's eyes before her attention darts back to her foe. One ally works to free Sam from his cocoon, and the albino works towards pressing in fast against the spider, only for it to disappear from its position, reappear elsewhere, encase Sam again, and vanish faster than she can catch up to it. She huffs out a breath of frustration only to wheel on her heels, pivoting sharply to spot the hellhound. She can't close in on these demonic beasties fast enough- maybe that's why she's always opting to use her gun.
Which is what she does now, stuffing that pocket knife back where it belongs and opting to instead palm that massive JUDGE revolver, giving its cylinder a spin with her thumb.
Emmelline continues to concentrate on her ritual, as all hell quite literally, breaks loose around them. As the binding ritual gets stronger, the spirit though it can still move out of that triangle, perhaps might find it a bit more difficult, as the ritual continues to take shape.
With a howl, some kind of winged monkey-demon swoops down near Sam, its body made of living smoke. It's all grasping claws, striking hard to leave psychic scars that hurt like deep slashes. Other monkeys attack anyone nearby, with similar screeching, rending claws.
Ash tries to coordinate with Vindicta, calling out shots with their laser as the flock of Wicked Witch of the West mooks tries to get at the group. Ash is a bit limited, however, focused on protecting Seth as well, since the demons decided that Sam wasn't enough.
Seth leans in towards Ash to listen to their whisper, before he pulls back and nods, folding his arms. His gaze remains on the scene unfolding before him, wide and observant, until demonic monkeys begin to appear, attacking not just Sam, but those nearby as well. He staggers back as a hand darts into the pocket of his leather jacket, and he tries to put as much distance between him and the carnage without leaving Ash's protection.
"Sorry, sorry," Emmelline calls to Ash and of course Seth. "I'm trying ot keep them in that triangle thing," gesturing to the triangle made, "but it takes time. Sorry."
Spitting onto the ground, a hiss comes from Sam's lips as he turns to attend his own ritual again.
"Through brimstone and fire, pull back into the snare of the abyss, that which has died..." He speaks softly, his voice laced with a deep seated hatred as he stabs his dagger into the ground, the smell of said brimstone filling the air around the ritual shape.
"MotherFUCK..." He trails off as he is occupied with the monkey now, stabbing his normal iron blade into it repeatedly.
As his wound finally begins to clot, Ceryn sighs, swaying back and forth uneasily, "This better be worth it." He grumbles under his breath, the soil drenched in his vitae as the circle is finished. "That enough for you?" Attention flicking over to Sam only to immediately switch back as the spiders dominate his gaze.
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Sam with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
Trailing off yet again, Sam tosses aside that monkey, now dealing with another hound. He just holds it by the throat, it's teeth digging deep into his arm as he winces in pain, rolling into that shape, seemingly trying to drag the hound with him, though it is clearly taking it's toll on him.
"Take over, please, I'm kinna occupied." He nods to Ceryn.
"They really hate you," Emmelline says once again to Sam, as yet another hell creature aims for him. She continues her own work, the tablet's glow now noticeably brighter than when she started the ritual.
Vindicta shifts her focus from trying to defend Sam from the onslaught of hellish beasts to defending herself, that knife spinning against her palm before becoming settled back into her grasp. It's most unfortunate that the little Deputy finds herself so far behind on the draw in this particular banishment. She's doing all that she can just to remain on her feet, let alone help anyone else as those monkeys come sweeping in. She ducks, then covers her head with her arms, struggling to keep her hat in place as they claw and screech and scratch at her.
"Right." Ceryn replies, metaphorically rolling up his sleeves. His lips part to say something, but rather than anything coming out... The blond's legs give out, leaving him falling face-first into a luckily comfortable pile of grass. "I ugh, too much letting in one day." He reiterates, barely being able to roll over to keep himself face-up in the graveyard. "You've got this Sam, I'm rooting for you!" Pumping his fist into the air, he at least cheerleads from his new spot on the ground.
A trio of horned smoke-monsters advance out of the mist. They have twisted weapons formed of smoke, and they descend on Sam, howling in an incomrephensible, devilish tongue.
Ash manages a shot towards Sam, missing a few times as they duck a monkey, but finally manage to pierce through its chest. Perhaps that's enough - one hopes, as their light pulses. Unfortunately, it's evident that, while equipped for this, this is not their normal role. "It's just like hunting ROUSes," they murmur, trying to focus. The fact that the big rats don't fly seems... irrelevant to them, at this moment.
Ash shot the hellhound through the chest.
"Can someone please do the banishment ritual," Emmelline calls out. "this binding thing's almost done, but it's not going to do shite, if no one banishes it."
"Rouses?" Ceryn idly questions, curiosity not escaping his exsanguinated stupor.
As the hound gets shot by Ash, it seems to create an opening. With a roar, Sam curb-stomps that hellish hound into the ritual triangle, and just nods to Ceryn. "Plane of suffering, plane of dread, accept out fears, and anger, and hate!"
He sways somewhat, clearly not faring too much better than Ceryn in terms of blood-loss. "Drag back your spawn, and FUCKING DIE!" The jock then just punches the ground hard, nodding to Emmelline. "Go! Toss it into the triangle, back to where it belongs!" He looks quite pale indeed. "Ash, little help?"
Emmelline doesn't toss the wooden tablet as Sam perhaps would have thought she'd do. Instead, she turns it outwards, so the various carvings are facing towards the malevolent spirits, shining the tablet's glowing light upon the evil spirits.
Ash sighs at Emmelline and Sam, putting their crystal away. "Alright," they speak, before reaching out and clapping their hands. Pulling them apart, strands of light stretch between their fingers like a cat's cradle... and, appropriately enough, they use just that style of play to form arcane circles centered on the spirits.
Panting for breath and with scratches all over her visible flesh from the demonic assault, Vindicta collapses, finally, down to the ground, chest heaving from the exertion of simply remaining upright through it all until now. Her legs give, there's a rime of sweat upon her brow, and she lays her weapons to rest upon her lap and in the grass alongside her petite form as she lets the arcanists do what they do best and handle the remainder of the binding and banishment, little more than a ghostly pallid onlooker to it all.
Ash moves their finger, and their lips, in a hurried hush. Certain words resonate with the sigils already marked and blooded in the soil, as Ash shifts to the proper position. Piggy backing off of those sigils, Ash is able to work as fast as a masterful inctanter... though, they're clearly skilled as is. Just not the absolute best.
The smell of smoke seems to peak, and then, with a rush of magical power, it's gone. The smoke monsters in the cemetery disappear, banished -- fading away as wisps of mist in the air around $n.