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(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Thu Jan 18 2024]
In the inner office of Inigo & Wilson PC
This was once a grand sitting room, now converted with equal grandeur to the office of one of the partners in the firm. Rich, dark wood paneling lines the walls, complementing the expansive, mirror-polished desk that's framed by a window behind. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves brimming with legal tomes and personal mementos flank one wall, while large windows on the opposite side offer a view of the New England town, bathing the room in natural light. The space is thoughtfully arranged, with a comfortable seating area for clients by the bookshelves and a small conference table near the western window.
It is about 45F(7C) degrees.
Solomon says "I need some assistance with a ritual artifact. I am in my office."
Beau steps into the office, after parking and putting a coin in the meter, nodding to Solomon as he pauses to check out the room. "Well, I'm here, Solomon. How's it going?'"
"I have this... thing," Solomon tells Beau, gesturing to the necklace in front of him. "It has a curse, but with some work we can break it. I've summoned others," he says. There's a pause. "It will be of some value: but yes, I've noticed your work on the cult's resources."
Solomon says "Autumn? "
Solomon begins to chant just a little over the bone necklace.
Solomon says "Come by my office? 4 Prospect Street. I need your assistance in an arcane matter."
Beau gives a little nod, though he drifts over to be closer to Solomon, looking over his shoulder. " Uh... I'm pretty sure I'm not good at breaking curses, but if you just need a little of my energy or something I guess that works as well. mm."
"We've had -- there she is," Solomon tells Beau. "Deputy Bailey and I have an arrangement." He is slowly drawing a chalk ritual circle around an artifact. "I believe Autumn is coming, though in truth I need another arcanist." There's a pause. "Savannah, Beau is a trusted associate. I think he's going to be taking an internship here at the firm."
Beau seems to be talking with Solomon when Savannah walks in and he turns and gives the woman a look, then a brief and curt nod. To someone, he nods and then pauses to listen to something.
Beau seems to be talking with Solomon when Savannah walks in and he turns and gives the woman a look, then a brief and curt nod. To Solomon, he nods and then pauses to listen to something.
Savannah makes her way through reception, over towards the office in the distance. The door being open, she pauses at the entrance and knocks on it. Her movements are a little lax right now, slowed, perhaps, or just smooth and lazy. She calls out, "Hello? I'm here, may I come in?" There is a questioning tone in her voice. She steps inside once hearing Solomon mention her name and nods her head, "I figured as much. We've known each other for a while..." Her eyes are a little dilated right now, and she wets her lips, clearing her throat before stepping deeper inside.
Solomon begins to chant. "There we go," he says, his words low.
glances over at Solomon, before he wonders with a little bit of a nod to Solomon, "I think.... we should talk a little about Miss Bailey... have we decided how she's going to be... useful to you, or me?" Beau looks at Savannah with a smile of interest.
"Excuse me, I feel a little off," Savannah says to Solomon and Beau, "I'll be back in a bit, okay?"
"This has our attention," Solomon tells Beau. He chants: it's a low thing, drawing sigils of fire over the artifact. "I have seen your contributions, though of course we need more."
Savannah makes her way to her car and goes to sit inside of it for a while, taking steadying breaths.
Solomon is chanting over a circlet. "I can use your help, Autumn," he tells Autumn. "Beau is -- he's helpful, but not that helpful. You know he is one of our number?"
nods to Solomon before he says, "Autumn's here, and I'm not quite the person for this job, so if you don't mind, Solomon, I'll be in the other room signing up for the internship. we can discuss these things after you're done with this if you like," Beau says with a nod to someone and Autumn.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Beau, sending him flying.
"Apologies if I'm little late," Autumn speaks almost quietly upon entering. Reading her left hand, she nods her head. "Yes. I have seen him in our list," she says before she starts chanting under her breath.
"Up, man!" Solomon tells Beau. Reaching for his cane, he half-rises, still chanting at the artifact. As the lightning flares, me shifts: banishing fire to instead work words of weather magic in an attempt to control the electricity.
Solomon hisses: it's some kind of vulgar Latin in his voice as he chants.
Beau jumps back then after he looks around at the room, and the arcs of lightning jolting through the area. "whoa, fucking hell, what the hell?"
"It's arcane power," Solomon tells Beau, his voice low. Leaning on his cane, he shifts around, his eyes focused on it. There's a moment where he reaches up to remove his glasses -- to peer at it with some occult power.
A blast of force sends Autumn flying into Solomon.
With both hands raised towards the necklace, Autumn gestures with them and her hand bracelet glows red-orange. "These curses can bring harm," she says aside to Beau. "That's why they must be deal-" But she is then hurled towards Solomon, staggering as she recovers. "That too," she adds before she resumes chanting.
When Autumn hits Solomon, he stumbles back. He drops his cane, and there is a cry of pain as he catches himself on the couch. Wincing hard, his chant falters, as the necklace seems to glow with dark power. He tries to force himself back standing to resume his chant.
"You... shouldn't have like.... uh, looked at it," Beau says a little shaken, but he watches the two arcanists work in tandem over the thing , nodding his head at the explanations, then he starts to look over the area with a clearing of his throat. "is this like a common thing he wonders. look on a little dumbly. "It's... well, this is just something else...""
"There's no right answer to what to do," Solomon tells Beau. "The essence of the mystical is that it --" he grunts. "-- that it cannot be understood."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"So what you're telling me, as that we kind of just have to poke at it and prod at it, until it fires off some angry energy and counter act it, until it decides it's done," Beau says. "Uh.... a little flat, probably, like... probably a lot of a flat explanation of this, but am I getting this right?"
Freeing her right hand, Autumn holds it out towards Solomon for aid as her bracelet's runes glow warmer. "Yes indeed," she speaks while she channels her magic onto the cursed artifact with her other hand. "We counteract its magic in order to break curse, I believe."
"That's exactly right, Beau," Solomon tells Beau. He grits his teeth as he chants -- there's a look, low and long.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Lower, firmer chanting, as Solomon regains his feat. From inside his shirt, an iron pentacle starts to levitate, pulled out by arcane energy. At the cold, there is a low shiver.
Beau starts too shiver as the temp just plummets and he's left pulling his jacket closed, as he glances at the window, grunts and he shrugs a little bit, though really he's freezing, and not playing it off very well. "I... I need to learn this stuff, this is kind of important."
Molly sprints into the area, clearly looking panicked about something.
Savannah sits in her vehicle, looking like she is about to drive off.
Autumn shivers from the cold, although the warmth of her mancing keeps only the hand donning it warm. While her chants grow deeper, both her bracelets are being pulled and she keeps her stand as her magic pulses towards the bone necklace.
"We can teach you the basics of ritualism," Solomon tells Beau. "And you can begin to look for artifacts like this." He looks up to Autumn. "We are very close."
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone necklace is broken.
Solomons Decursing Attempt 240119
(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Thu Jan 18 2024]
In the inner office of Inigo & Wilson PC
This was once a grand sitting room, now converted with equal grandeur to the office of one of the partners in the firm. Rich, dark wood paneling lines the walls, complementing the expansive, mirror-polished desk that's framed by a window behind. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves brimming with legal tomes and personal mementos flank one wall, while large windows on the opposite side offer a view of the New England town, bathing the room in natural light. The space is thoughtfully arranged, with a comfortable seating area for clients by the bookshelves and a small conference table near the western window.
It is about 45F(7C) degrees.
Solomon says "I need some assistance with a ritual artifact. I am in my office."
Beau steps into the office, after parking and putting a coin in the meter, nodding to Solomon as he pauses to check out the room. "Well, I'm here, Solomon. How's it going?'"
"I have this... thing," Solomon tells Beau, gesturing to the necklace in front of him. "It has a curse, but with some work we can break it. I've summoned others," he says. There's a pause. "It will be of some value: but yes, I've noticed your work on the cult's resources."
Solomon says "Autumn? "
Solomon begins to chant just a little over the bone necklace.
Solomon says "Come by my office? 4 Prospect Street. I need your assistance in an arcane matter."
Beau gives a little nod, though he drifts over to be closer to Solomon, looking over his shoulder. " Uh... I'm pretty sure I'm not good at breaking curses, but if you just need a little of my energy or something I guess that works as well. mm."
"We've had -- there she is," Solomon tells Beau. "Deputy Bailey and I have an arrangement." He is slowly drawing a chalk ritual circle around an artifact. "I believe Autumn is coming, though in truth I need another arcanist." There's a pause. "Savannah, Beau is a trusted associate. I think he's going to be taking an internship here at the firm."
Beau seems to be talking with Solomon when Savannah walks in and he turns and gives the woman a look, then a brief and curt nod. To someone, he nods and then pauses to listen to something.
Beau seems to be talking with Solomon when Savannah walks in and he turns and gives the woman a look, then a brief and curt nod. To Solomon, he nods and then pauses to listen to something.
Savannah makes her way through reception, over towards the office in the distance. The door being open, she pauses at the entrance and knocks on it. Her movements are a little lax right now, slowed, perhaps, or just smooth and lazy. She calls out, "Hello? I'm here, may I come in?" There is a questioning tone in her voice. She steps inside once hearing Solomon mention her name and nods her head, "I figured as much. We've known each other for a while..." Her eyes are a little dilated right now, and she wets her lips, clearing her throat before stepping deeper inside.
Solomon begins to chant. "There we go," he says, his words low.
glances over at Solomon, before he wonders with a little bit of a nod to Solomon, "I think.... we should talk a little about Miss Bailey... have we decided how she's going to be... useful to you, or me?" Beau looks at Savannah with a smile of interest.
"Excuse me, I feel a little off," Savannah says to Solomon and Beau, "I'll be back in a bit, okay?"
"This has our attention," Solomon tells Beau. He chants: it's a low thing, drawing sigils of fire over the artifact. "I have seen your contributions, though of course we need more."
Savannah makes her way to her car and goes to sit inside of it for a while, taking steadying breaths.
Solomon is chanting over a circlet. "I can use your help, Autumn," he tells Autumn. "Beau is -- he's helpful, but not that helpful. You know he is one of our number?"
nods to Solomon before he says, "Autumn's here, and I'm not quite the person for this job, so if you don't mind, Solomon, I'll be in the other room signing up for the internship. we can discuss these things after you're done with this if you like," Beau says with a nod to someone and Autumn.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Beau, sending him flying.
"Apologies if I'm little late," Autumn speaks almost quietly upon entering. Reading her left hand, she nods her head. "Yes. I have seen him in our list," she says before she starts chanting under her breath.
"Up, man!" Solomon tells Beau. Reaching for his cane, he half-rises, still chanting at the artifact. As the lightning flares, me shifts: banishing fire to instead work words of weather magic in an attempt to control the electricity.
Solomon hisses: it's some kind of vulgar Latin in his voice as he chants.
Beau jumps back then after he looks around at the room, and the arcs of lightning jolting through the area. "whoa, fucking hell, what the hell?"
"It's arcane power," Solomon tells Beau, his voice low. Leaning on his cane, he shifts around, his eyes focused on it. There's a moment where he reaches up to remove his glasses -- to peer at it with some occult power.
A blast of force sends Autumn flying into Solomon.
With both hands raised towards the necklace, Autumn gestures with them and her hand bracelet glows red-orange. "These curses can bring harm," she says aside to Beau. "That's why they must be deal-" But she is then hurled towards Solomon, staggering as she recovers. "That too," she adds before she resumes chanting.
When Autumn hits Solomon, he stumbles back. He drops his cane, and there is a cry of pain as he catches himself on the couch. Wincing hard, his chant falters, as the necklace seems to glow with dark power. He tries to force himself back standing to resume his chant.
"You... shouldn't have like.... uh, looked at it," Beau says a little shaken, but he watches the two arcanists work in tandem over the thing , nodding his head at the explanations, then he starts to look over the area with a clearing of his throat. "is this like a common thing he wonders. look on a little dumbly. "It's... well, this is just something else...""
"There's no right answer to what to do," Solomon tells Beau. "The essence of the mystical is that it --" he grunts. "-- that it cannot be understood."
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"So what you're telling me, as that we kind of just have to poke at it and prod at it, until it fires off some angry energy and counter act it, until it decides it's done," Beau says. "Uh.... a little flat, probably, like... probably a lot of a flat explanation of this, but am I getting this right?"
Freeing her right hand, Autumn holds it out towards Solomon for aid as her bracelet's runes glow warmer. "Yes indeed," she speaks while she channels her magic onto the cursed artifact with her other hand. "We counteract its magic in order to break curse, I believe."
"That's exactly right, Beau," Solomon tells Beau. He grits his teeth as he chants -- there's a look, low and long.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Lower, firmer chanting, as Solomon regains his feat. From inside his shirt, an iron pentacle starts to levitate, pulled out by arcane energy. At the cold, there is a low shiver.
Beau starts too shiver as the temp just plummets and he's left pulling his jacket closed, as he glances at the window, grunts and he shrugs a little bit, though really he's freezing, and not playing it off very well. "I... I need to learn this stuff, this is kind of important."
Molly sprints into the area, clearly looking panicked about something.
Savannah sits in her vehicle, looking like she is about to drive off.
Autumn shivers from the cold, although the warmth of her mancing keeps only the hand donning it warm. While her chants grow deeper, both her bracelets are being pulled and she keeps her stand as her magic pulses towards the bone necklace.
"We can teach you the basics of ritualism," Solomon tells Beau. "And you can begin to look for artifacts like this." He looks up to Autumn. "We are very close."
With a final burst of power the curse on a bone necklace is broken.