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Sams Ghost Banishing 250120
On a chilling night at Arkwright Cemetery, Sam, accompanied by Leaf and Liam, sets out to banish contending ghostly armies that have resurfaced, disturbing the peace with their ancient war. The spectral battle intensifies, marked by the clash of ethereal armor and the hurling of elemental magic, enveloping the trio in its haunting energies. In a bold move, Sam draws a mystical kris knife, preparing a ritual to confront the ghostly onslaught. Despite Liam’s query for guidance and Leaf's contemplative silence, Sam finds himself battling not just the ethereal soldiers but also the ensnaring vines summoned by phantom witches, signaling the start of their perilous endeavor.
As the fight turns chaotic with the intervention of ghostly windcallers and battlemages, the living participants struggle against the environmental hazards created by the spectral melee. Liam, lacking supernatural tools, resorts to sheer force to free himself from the ghostly vines, while Leaf, demonstrating a natural affinity to control these spectral plants, prepares her own mystical countermeasures. Sam, however, decides to pivot his ritual mid-action, invoking powerful yet risky incantations that leave him vulnerable to physical harm but steadfast in his determination. Amidst the tumult, Leaf sets up a makeshift altar of natural elements, hoping to harness their energies against the supernatural forces at play. Despite the physical and spiritual onslaught, the trio's resilience shines as they adapt their strategies, drawing upon personal strengths and the bonds between them in an attempt to restore tranquility to the disturbed grounds of Arkwright Cemetery.
(Sam's ghost banishing)
[Sun Jan 19 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 7F(-13C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous 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.
Leaf looks inquisitively at Sam's finger bone. She reaches up into her own hair to pull at the knuckle bone woven into it without pulling it out of that nest. The message is simple, 'Same'.
"Mmmm, I'm practicing meetin the expectations of the Fortune." Liam agrees, though he seems somewhat disturbed.
"Right. Let's start." Sam nods to Leaf, grabbing a knife, an oily kris, strange and warped in nature, and narrows hsi eyes at the spectral soldiers. He crouches down low, seemingly bracing himself.
Liam glances over Leaf curiously for a moment, but the war between ghosts entirely captures his attention shortly after. "Uhh, got any tips, Sam?"
Leaf turns her gaze towards the battlefield, her expression grim as she watches the death and destruction that is long past but being relived now. For now she doesn't do anything, she doesn't put together any sort of ritual, she doesn't stand guard for an attack. She just watches on for now
Sam says "They'll hit ya with fire and ice. Just smash em to pieces if ya can. Remember, they might not hurt ya physically, but they will hurt."
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.
Liam tilts his head thoughtfully, then nods. "I can do that. Seems easy enough."
Meanwhile, Sam draws that kris knife along his palm, and starts to form a shape, a red, crimson triangle.
Then vines are upon him, and he hisses, starting to cut into the spectral plants with that knife. "Son... OF A BITCH!"
Liam drops to one knee as he's dragged down to the ground by the vines, the beginnings of a snarl splitting his face to show teeth. He tugs sharply at the spectral vines, lacking any supernatural cutting implement with which to work, brute force likely not being the ideal solution here.
Leaf looks down at her feet, confused when vines begin to wrap her ankles and lower legs. She doesn't panic. She just tilts her head as if to figure out why. She lifts a hand and waves her hand around down at her feet and within moments the vines begin to loosen and retract from her as if commanded to do so.
Eventually, Sam is done with the vines, and he sighs, abandoning the triangular shape, and instead re-opening the wound on his palm. He then clasps a hand around the charred ring on his finger, glaring at the ghosts as he seems to be attempting to regain his focus.
A group of ethereal berserkers charge, only to be met by a rain of icy shards summoned by frost mancers. The temperature plummets, and living breath freezes in the air, while ice forms treacherous patches beneath the feet, threatening to send everyone sprawling upon the ground.
Liam is absolutely the last to be freed, eventually needing to gnaw at the bits of vegetation to weaken them enough to escape. He looks more warily at the ground, after that, which might be how he escapes immediately falling over when he steps on a patch of ice. The man freezes in place, however-due to caution rather than cold. He's clearly not as confident in his balance as some others might be.
Leaf looks back over to Sam to see him opening a cut on his hand. Her features scrunch up. Very expressive in her disapproval of what she is seeing from Sam. She doesn't make a noise though and when the rain of icy shards come down and the ground becomes icy she struggles to stay righted up.
Shivering heavily, Sam mutters softly. "By the Death of the Firestarter, I condemn you, likewise, to the Shadow..." That ring, previously dormant, starts to glow with red runes, like that fingerbone, and the jock seems to wince, clearly a little off-balance, both due to the ice, and due to pivoting his rite mid-work.
Sam says "Vic. "
Sam says "If I get pulled, yeh."
The air thickens with an unnatural fog as ghostly archers let loose a volley of arrows. The projectiles are swept away by a whirlwind conjured by spectral windcallers, and the gust of wind sends everyone alive flying against tombstones with bone-jarring force.
Briefly speaking into an earpiece, Sam then pulls his attention back to the rite, just in time to be smashed into a tombstone. He hisses, and jumps right back up, seemingly shaken (and perhaps stirred). He barks out angrily now. "By Banished Dragons, by Ancient battles, by Shadow and Blood!" He just seems to be winging it now, the jock just trying his best to at least do something.
The universe, seeing that Liam has gotten the wind knocked out of him, decides to pay it back. In force. His eyes widen in panic as the blast of wind sends him skating over three or four puddles of slick ice on the ground, building up speed, until he sleds stomach first at top speed into a tombstone, nearly wrapping around it. "OOOF" is all he can manage, as he falls to the ground, somewhat dazed.
Leaf finally decide to act. Its a small thing, she moves to the nearest grave stone to squat in front of it. Putting the piece of stone between her and the battlefield. She studies it for a moment then she reaches into her hair to pluck out a stick, a dandalion that was hiding in there and a leaf. She puts these three small things in front of the grave arrayed in a row.
Looking over to Leaf, Sam seems to follow suit, turning to face one of the gravestones, and just lowering his head, flat on the ground in front of it. He seems to be murmurring some kind of prayer.
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.
Liam is just managing to scrounge his way to his feet when a gravestone decides to cosplay as a frag grenade. That, at least, doesn't appear to be entirely spiritual tomfoolery and Liam is quick to dip down behind the stone that'd so recently been introduced to his ribs, fragements clattering against every other stone in the area until the shards have been spent.
Leaf was huddled behind the gravestone setting up her offerings of twigs and weeds only to have the gravestone unexpected blow up in her face and send her flying on her ass. She lets out a cry and takes a piece of rock to her forehead to open up a cut there.
Meanwhile, Sam seems content to just take the shattered gravestone to the face, instead choosing to continue his prayer as he mutters. "To ash, return, in nothingness become one with the end..." He winces, bleeding from his face lightly.
A ghostly battlemage hurls a ball of fire, deflected mid-air by a phantom knight's shield, causing an explosion that sends searing heat and blinding light across the battlefield.
Liam blinks at seeing Leaf go down, and in a bid to keep at least one more person sunburn free, makes a beeline to the woman and attempts to nab an ankle or two to drag her behind another tombstone, crouching down with his hands over his head in the same place regardless.
Leaf gingerly touches the gash on her forehead, its not really that bad. She gets back up and searches through the rubble of the gravestone to find the three trinkets she had put there. Arranging them again on the broken stones. Once they are in place she closes her eyes and hums a little chant under her breath. It has no semblance to words.
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.
Being low to the ground, Sam is rather interupted in whatever he is attempting, and is now sure enough, flat on the ground, but also slowly sinking into the earth!
Liam raises his eyes to the heavens as once more, the vines nab him. He hooks his fingers onto the top of the gravestone he'd been hiding behind, but having already been crouched to the ground, he only avoids Sam's fate of sinking by just the strength of those fingers. Unaided escape seems unlikely.
The vines dont really bother Leaf, her nature mancing innately keeps them away from her. She continues to hum a chant towards her trinkets. Raising in volume to channel natural energies through the leaf, twig and dandelion which dont react to her at all.
Hissing out loudly, Sam just flails against the vines, trying to reach that knife as he twists and turns, looking alltogether not-so-ready to continue his own rite, though Leaf seems to have that covered.
As the fight turns chaotic with the intervention of ghostly windcallers and battlemages, the living participants struggle against the environmental hazards created by the spectral melee. Liam, lacking supernatural tools, resorts to sheer force to free himself from the ghostly vines, while Leaf, demonstrating a natural affinity to control these spectral plants, prepares her own mystical countermeasures. Sam, however, decides to pivot his ritual mid-action, invoking powerful yet risky incantations that leave him vulnerable to physical harm but steadfast in his determination. Amidst the tumult, Leaf sets up a makeshift altar of natural elements, hoping to harness their energies against the supernatural forces at play. Despite the physical and spiritual onslaught, the trio's resilience shines as they adapt their strategies, drawing upon personal strengths and the bonds between them in an attempt to restore tranquility to the disturbed grounds of Arkwright Cemetery.
(Sam's ghost banishing)
[Sun Jan 19 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 7F(-13C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous 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.
Leaf looks inquisitively at Sam's finger bone. She reaches up into her own hair to pull at the knuckle bone woven into it without pulling it out of that nest. The message is simple, 'Same'.
"Mmmm, I'm practicing meetin the expectations of the Fortune." Liam agrees, though he seems somewhat disturbed.
"Right. Let's start." Sam nods to Leaf, grabbing a knife, an oily kris, strange and warped in nature, and narrows hsi eyes at the spectral soldiers. He crouches down low, seemingly bracing himself.
Liam glances over Leaf curiously for a moment, but the war between ghosts entirely captures his attention shortly after. "Uhh, got any tips, Sam?"
Leaf turns her gaze towards the battlefield, her expression grim as she watches the death and destruction that is long past but being relived now. For now she doesn't do anything, she doesn't put together any sort of ritual, she doesn't stand guard for an attack. She just watches on for now
Sam says "They'll hit ya with fire and ice. Just smash em to pieces if ya can. Remember, they might not hurt ya physically, but they will hurt."
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.
Liam tilts his head thoughtfully, then nods. "I can do that. Seems easy enough."
Meanwhile, Sam draws that kris knife along his palm, and starts to form a shape, a red, crimson triangle.
Then vines are upon him, and he hisses, starting to cut into the spectral plants with that knife. "Son... OF A BITCH!"
Liam drops to one knee as he's dragged down to the ground by the vines, the beginnings of a snarl splitting his face to show teeth. He tugs sharply at the spectral vines, lacking any supernatural cutting implement with which to work, brute force likely not being the ideal solution here.
Leaf looks down at her feet, confused when vines begin to wrap her ankles and lower legs. She doesn't panic. She just tilts her head as if to figure out why. She lifts a hand and waves her hand around down at her feet and within moments the vines begin to loosen and retract from her as if commanded to do so.
Eventually, Sam is done with the vines, and he sighs, abandoning the triangular shape, and instead re-opening the wound on his palm. He then clasps a hand around the charred ring on his finger, glaring at the ghosts as he seems to be attempting to regain his focus.
A group of ethereal berserkers charge, only to be met by a rain of icy shards summoned by frost mancers. The temperature plummets, and living breath freezes in the air, while ice forms treacherous patches beneath the feet, threatening to send everyone sprawling upon the ground.
Liam is absolutely the last to be freed, eventually needing to gnaw at the bits of vegetation to weaken them enough to escape. He looks more warily at the ground, after that, which might be how he escapes immediately falling over when he steps on a patch of ice. The man freezes in place, however-due to caution rather than cold. He's clearly not as confident in his balance as some others might be.
Leaf looks back over to Sam to see him opening a cut on his hand. Her features scrunch up. Very expressive in her disapproval of what she is seeing from Sam. She doesn't make a noise though and when the rain of icy shards come down and the ground becomes icy she struggles to stay righted up.
Shivering heavily, Sam mutters softly. "By the Death of the Firestarter, I condemn you, likewise, to the Shadow..." That ring, previously dormant, starts to glow with red runes, like that fingerbone, and the jock seems to wince, clearly a little off-balance, both due to the ice, and due to pivoting his rite mid-work.
Sam says "Vic. "
Sam says "If I get pulled, yeh."
The air thickens with an unnatural fog as ghostly archers let loose a volley of arrows. The projectiles are swept away by a whirlwind conjured by spectral windcallers, and the gust of wind sends everyone alive flying against tombstones with bone-jarring force.
Briefly speaking into an earpiece, Sam then pulls his attention back to the rite, just in time to be smashed into a tombstone. He hisses, and jumps right back up, seemingly shaken (and perhaps stirred). He barks out angrily now. "By Banished Dragons, by Ancient battles, by Shadow and Blood!" He just seems to be winging it now, the jock just trying his best to at least do something.
The universe, seeing that Liam has gotten the wind knocked out of him, decides to pay it back. In force. His eyes widen in panic as the blast of wind sends him skating over three or four puddles of slick ice on the ground, building up speed, until he sleds stomach first at top speed into a tombstone, nearly wrapping around it. "OOOF" is all he can manage, as he falls to the ground, somewhat dazed.
Leaf finally decide to act. Its a small thing, she moves to the nearest grave stone to squat in front of it. Putting the piece of stone between her and the battlefield. She studies it for a moment then she reaches into her hair to pluck out a stick, a dandalion that was hiding in there and a leaf. She puts these three small things in front of the grave arrayed in a row.
Looking over to Leaf, Sam seems to follow suit, turning to face one of the gravestones, and just lowering his head, flat on the ground in front of it. He seems to be murmurring some kind of prayer.
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.
Liam is just managing to scrounge his way to his feet when a gravestone decides to cosplay as a frag grenade. That, at least, doesn't appear to be entirely spiritual tomfoolery and Liam is quick to dip down behind the stone that'd so recently been introduced to his ribs, fragements clattering against every other stone in the area until the shards have been spent.
Leaf was huddled behind the gravestone setting up her offerings of twigs and weeds only to have the gravestone unexpected blow up in her face and send her flying on her ass. She lets out a cry and takes a piece of rock to her forehead to open up a cut there.
Meanwhile, Sam seems content to just take the shattered gravestone to the face, instead choosing to continue his prayer as he mutters. "To ash, return, in nothingness become one with the end..." He winces, bleeding from his face lightly.
A ghostly battlemage hurls a ball of fire, deflected mid-air by a phantom knight's shield, causing an explosion that sends searing heat and blinding light across the battlefield.
Liam blinks at seeing Leaf go down, and in a bid to keep at least one more person sunburn free, makes a beeline to the woman and attempts to nab an ankle or two to drag her behind another tombstone, crouching down with his hands over his head in the same place regardless.
Leaf gingerly touches the gash on her forehead, its not really that bad. She gets back up and searches through the rubble of the gravestone to find the three trinkets she had put there. Arranging them again on the broken stones. Once they are in place she closes her eyes and hums a little chant under her breath. It has no semblance to words.
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.
Being low to the ground, Sam is rather interupted in whatever he is attempting, and is now sure enough, flat on the ground, but also slowly sinking into the earth!
Liam raises his eyes to the heavens as once more, the vines nab him. He hooks his fingers onto the top of the gravestone he'd been hiding behind, but having already been crouched to the ground, he only avoids Sam's fate of sinking by just the strength of those fingers. Unaided escape seems unlikely.
The vines dont really bother Leaf, her nature mancing innately keeps them away from her. She continues to hum a chant towards her trinkets. Raising in volume to channel natural energies through the leaf, twig and dandelion which dont react to her at all.
Hissing out loudly, Sam just flails against the vines, trying to reach that knife as he twists and turns, looking alltogether not-so-ready to continue his own rite, though Leaf seems to have that covered.