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(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Mon Jul 29 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 night, about 91F(32C) degrees, There is a waning crescent moon.
Solomon begins to chant, working over the dagger in slow ritual.
In the dimly lit office, Solomon stands behind his mahogany desk, a silver dagger gleaming ominously before him. The air is thick with the scent of burning incense, curling wisps of smoke spiraling upwards from a brass censer. He mutters ancient incantations under his breath, words steeped in arcane power and forgotten tongues. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now half-closed, focused intently on the blade.
With a flourish, he traces intricate symbols in the air, his fingers leaving trails of shimmering light that hover momentarily before dissipating. The dagger begins to glow faintly, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The lawyer places his hand over the hilt, feeling the cold metal vibrate with latent power.
Candles positioned strategically around the room flicker wildly, their flames dancing in response to the mounting magical energy. He draws a deep breath, his voice growing louder and more commanding as he chants the final verses of the spell. Shadows in the corners of the room seem to stretch and writhe, as if animated by some unseen force.
The air grows colder, and a low hum vibrates through the office, resonating with the power of the ritual. Just as the lawyer is about to plunge the dagger into a small wooden block, an unexpected gust of wind sweeps through the room, extinguishing the candles and scattering the incense smoke. He hesitates, the spell's momentum interrupted, and the room remains charged with a sense of anticipation and unfinished business.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Now Solomon moves behind his mahogany desk, a silver dagger gleaming ominously before him. The air is thick with the scent of burning incense, curling wisps of smoke spiraling upwards from a brass censer. He mutters ancient incantations under his breath, words steeped in arcane power and forgotten tongues. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now half-closed, focused intently on the blade.
With a flourish, he traces intricate symbols in the air, his fingers leaving trails of shimmering light that hover momentarily before dissipating. The dagger begins to glow faintly, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The lawyer places his hand over the hilt, feeling the cold metal vibrate with latent power.
Candles positioned strategically around the room flicker wildly, their flames dancing in response to the mounting magical energy. He draws a deep breath, his voice growing louder and more commanding as he chants the final verses of the spell. Shadows in the corners of the room seem to stretch and writhe, as if animated by some unseen force.
The air grows colder, and a low hum vibrates through the office, resonating with the power of the ritual. Just as the lawyer is about to plunge the dagger into a small wooden block, an unexpected gust of wind sweeps through the room, extinguishing the candles and scattering the incense smoke. He hesitates, the spell's momentum interrupted, and the room remains charged with a sense of anticipation and unfinished business.
Undeterred, he narrows his eyes and refocuses, reigniting the candles with a snap of his fingers. The silver dagger hovers above the block once more, quivering with renewed energy. He resumes his chant, the words now more fervent, the symbols he traces glowing brighter. The office walls tremble slightly, responding to the heightened magical force. The shadows deepen, swirling faster, as if urging him to complete the ritual. The air thrums with tension, the boundary between the mundane and the mystical growing ever thinner, but the ritual's end remains just out of reach, suspended in a moment of potent, electrifying anticipation.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Undeterred, Solomon narrows his eyes and refocuses, reigniting the candles with a snap of his fingers. The silver dagger hovers above the block once more, quivering with renewed energy. He resumes his chant, the words now more fervent, the symbols he traces glowing brighter. The office walls tremble slightly, responding to the heightened magical force. The shadows deepen, swirling faster, as if urging him to complete the ritual. The air thrums with tension, the boundary between the mundane and the mystical growing ever thinner, but the ritual's end remains just out of reach, suspended in a moment of potent, electrifying anticipation.
The lawyer raises his voice, each word of the incantation echoing with power. The symbols in the air blaze like molten metal, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. As the dagger's glow intensifies, a sudden chill sweeps through the office, causing the lawyer's breath to fog. A low growl resonates from the shadows, and the lawyer's concentration wavers. He presses on, gripping the dagger tighter, his knuckles white. The blade trembles, its tip inches from the wooden block, suspended in a tenuous balance. The air vibrates with an almost unbearable pressure, and the lawyer's heart pounds in his chest, each beat syncing with the rhythmic pulse of the dagger.
A loud crash suddenly echoes from the hallway outside the office, causing the lawyer to falter. The intricate symbols in the air flicker and fade momentarily as his concentration breaks. He curses under his breath, trying to regain control, but the shadows around him seem to sense his weakness, growing more animated and restless. The growl from the darkness grows louder, more menacing, and the temperature in the room drops further. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the encroaching chaos. With a surge of determination, he redoubles his efforts, his chants rising to a crescendo.
The symbols reignite with a fierce brilliance, and the dagger's glow intensifies once more. The shadows recoil slightly, but their presence remains oppressive. The lawyer's voice quakes with the strain of maintaining the spell, yet he refuses to relent. Suddenly, the office door creaks open slowly, and a cold draft sweeps in, extinguishing the candles once again. The room plunges into near darkness, the only light coming from the faintly glowing symbols and the pulsating dagger. His heart races as he senses an unseen presence entering the room, and he knows that the ritual has drawn the attention of something powerful and otherworldly.
The whole room shakes.
The air grows heavy, pressing down on Solomon with an almost physical force. He can hear the faint whispers of voices, speaking in a language older than time itself, reverberating through the room. The lawyer grips the dagger tighter, his knuckles white, as he channels every ounce of his will into the ritual. The blade vibrates more intensely, resonating with the ancient power coursing through the air. The symbols in the air flare to life, casting an eerie glow that illuminates the shadowy presence now fully within the room.
Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes appear in the darkness, fixing on the lawyer with an intense, otherworldly gaze. The shadows coalesce into a form, towering and menacing, its presence sending waves of fear through the lawyer's mind. He struggles to maintain his focus, his chant faltering for a moment before he forces himself to continue. The entity steps closer, its movements fluid and predatory, and the room seems to darken even further in its wake.
The lawyer can feel the entity's power, a cold, ancient force that seeks to break his will and end the ritual. Sweat beads on his forehead as he pushes back with all his might, his voice rising to a desperate shout. The symbols blaze brighter, their light cutting through the darkness, and the dagger's glow becomes almost blinding. The entity recoils slightly, but its presence remains as it continues to press forward.
In a final, desperate effort, the lawyer channels every last bit of his energy into the ritual, his voice ringing out with a commanding authority. The room shudders, the walls creaking under the strain of the magical forces at play. The entity hesitates, its form wavering as if caught between worlds. The lawyer seizes the moment, driving the dagger toward the wooden block with a forceful thrust.
But just before the blade makes contact, the entity lashes out with a tendril of shadow, knocking the dagger from his grasp. The lawyer stumbles back, the symbols in the air flickering and dimming. The shadows around him surge, closing in with renewed ferocity. The air crackles with tension as the lawyer regains his footing, eyes blazing with determination. He raises his hands, summoning the last remnants of his power, ready to face the entity head-on.
The ritual hangs in a precarious balance, the outcome uncertain, as the lawyer and the entity confront each other in a battle of wills. The air is thick with anticipation, the room a battleground of light and shadow, as the lawyer prepares for the final confrontation, knowing the ritual is far from over.
Now the ritual hangs in a precarious balance, the outcome uncertain, as Solomon and the entity confront each other in a battle of wills. The air is thick with anticipation, the room a battleground of light and shadow, as the lawyer prepares for the final confrontation, knowing the ritual is far from over.
The lawyer clenches his fists, drawing on the last reserves of his magical strength. He begins a new incantation, louder and more forceful than before, the words echoing with raw power. The symbols in the air reignite, brighter and more vibrant, casting sharp, dancing shadows around the room. The entity hisses, its form flickering as it feels the renewed strength of the spell.
With a determined cry, the lawyer extends his hand toward the fallen dagger, willing it to return to him. The blade quivers on the ground before soaring back into his grasp, its silver surface glowing with an intense light. He raises the dagger high, the air around him vibrating with energy, and drives it downward once more, aiming for the heart of the wooden block.
This time, the entity lunges with all its might, tendrils of darkness reaching out to stop him. The lawyer's voice rises to a fever pitch, the incantation forming a barrier of light around him. The shadows clash with the light, a fierce, blinding explosion of power that shakes the room to its core. The dagger pierces the wooden block with a resonant thud, and a wave of energy pulses outward, pushing the entity back.
The room is filled with a blinding light, the symbols in the air flaring brilliantly before fading into nothingness. The shadows retreat, the growls diminishing into silence. The lawyer, breathing heavily, looks around the room, now bathed in an eerie calm. The presence of the entity is gone, its power broken and banished by the completed ritual.
The candles flicker back to life, casting a gentle glow over the office. The lawyer lowers the dagger, its surface now dull and lifeless, the ritual's energy spent. He sinks into his chair, exhaustion washing over him, but a sense of triumph and relief fills his heart. The battle is won, the entity defeated, and the ritual, at long last, is complete.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.
Solomons Decursing Attempt 240730
(Solomon's decursing attempt)
[Mon Jul 29 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 night, about 91F(32C) degrees, There is a waning crescent moon.
Solomon begins to chant, working over the dagger in slow ritual.
In the dimly lit office, Solomon stands behind his mahogany desk, a silver dagger gleaming ominously before him. The air is thick with the scent of burning incense, curling wisps of smoke spiraling upwards from a brass censer. He mutters ancient incantations under his breath, words steeped in arcane power and forgotten tongues. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now half-closed, focused intently on the blade.
With a flourish, he traces intricate symbols in the air, his fingers leaving trails of shimmering light that hover momentarily before dissipating. The dagger begins to glow faintly, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The lawyer places his hand over the hilt, feeling the cold metal vibrate with latent power.
Candles positioned strategically around the room flicker wildly, their flames dancing in response to the mounting magical energy. He draws a deep breath, his voice growing louder and more commanding as he chants the final verses of the spell. Shadows in the corners of the room seem to stretch and writhe, as if animated by some unseen force.
The air grows colder, and a low hum vibrates through the office, resonating with the power of the ritual. Just as the lawyer is about to plunge the dagger into a small wooden block, an unexpected gust of wind sweeps through the room, extinguishing the candles and scattering the incense smoke. He hesitates, the spell's momentum interrupted, and the room remains charged with a sense of anticipation and unfinished business.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Now Solomon moves behind his mahogany desk, a silver dagger gleaming ominously before him. The air is thick with the scent of burning incense, curling wisps of smoke spiraling upwards from a brass censer. He mutters ancient incantations under his breath, words steeped in arcane power and forgotten tongues. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now half-closed, focused intently on the blade.
With a flourish, he traces intricate symbols in the air, his fingers leaving trails of shimmering light that hover momentarily before dissipating. The dagger begins to glow faintly, its surface pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The lawyer places his hand over the hilt, feeling the cold metal vibrate with latent power.
Candles positioned strategically around the room flicker wildly, their flames dancing in response to the mounting magical energy. He draws a deep breath, his voice growing louder and more commanding as he chants the final verses of the spell. Shadows in the corners of the room seem to stretch and writhe, as if animated by some unseen force.
The air grows colder, and a low hum vibrates through the office, resonating with the power of the ritual. Just as the lawyer is about to plunge the dagger into a small wooden block, an unexpected gust of wind sweeps through the room, extinguishing the candles and scattering the incense smoke. He hesitates, the spell's momentum interrupted, and the room remains charged with a sense of anticipation and unfinished business.
Undeterred, he narrows his eyes and refocuses, reigniting the candles with a snap of his fingers. The silver dagger hovers above the block once more, quivering with renewed energy. He resumes his chant, the words now more fervent, the symbols he traces glowing brighter. The office walls tremble slightly, responding to the heightened magical force. The shadows deepen, swirling faster, as if urging him to complete the ritual. The air thrums with tension, the boundary between the mundane and the mystical growing ever thinner, but the ritual's end remains just out of reach, suspended in a moment of potent, electrifying anticipation.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Undeterred, Solomon narrows his eyes and refocuses, reigniting the candles with a snap of his fingers. The silver dagger hovers above the block once more, quivering with renewed energy. He resumes his chant, the words now more fervent, the symbols he traces glowing brighter. The office walls tremble slightly, responding to the heightened magical force. The shadows deepen, swirling faster, as if urging him to complete the ritual. The air thrums with tension, the boundary between the mundane and the mystical growing ever thinner, but the ritual's end remains just out of reach, suspended in a moment of potent, electrifying anticipation.
The lawyer raises his voice, each word of the incantation echoing with power. The symbols in the air blaze like molten metal, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. As the dagger's glow intensifies, a sudden chill sweeps through the office, causing the lawyer's breath to fog. A low growl resonates from the shadows, and the lawyer's concentration wavers. He presses on, gripping the dagger tighter, his knuckles white. The blade trembles, its tip inches from the wooden block, suspended in a tenuous balance. The air vibrates with an almost unbearable pressure, and the lawyer's heart pounds in his chest, each beat syncing with the rhythmic pulse of the dagger.
A loud crash suddenly echoes from the hallway outside the office, causing the lawyer to falter. The intricate symbols in the air flicker and fade momentarily as his concentration breaks. He curses under his breath, trying to regain control, but the shadows around him seem to sense his weakness, growing more animated and restless. The growl from the darkness grows louder, more menacing, and the temperature in the room drops further. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the encroaching chaos. With a surge of determination, he redoubles his efforts, his chants rising to a crescendo.
The symbols reignite with a fierce brilliance, and the dagger's glow intensifies once more. The shadows recoil slightly, but their presence remains oppressive. The lawyer's voice quakes with the strain of maintaining the spell, yet he refuses to relent. Suddenly, the office door creaks open slowly, and a cold draft sweeps in, extinguishing the candles once again. The room plunges into near darkness, the only light coming from the faintly glowing symbols and the pulsating dagger. His heart races as he senses an unseen presence entering the room, and he knows that the ritual has drawn the attention of something powerful and otherworldly.
The whole room shakes.
The air grows heavy, pressing down on Solomon with an almost physical force. He can hear the faint whispers of voices, speaking in a language older than time itself, reverberating through the room. The lawyer grips the dagger tighter, his knuckles white, as he channels every ounce of his will into the ritual. The blade vibrates more intensely, resonating with the ancient power coursing through the air. The symbols in the air flare to life, casting an eerie glow that illuminates the shadowy presence now fully within the room.
Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes appear in the darkness, fixing on the lawyer with an intense, otherworldly gaze. The shadows coalesce into a form, towering and menacing, its presence sending waves of fear through the lawyer's mind. He struggles to maintain his focus, his chant faltering for a moment before he forces himself to continue. The entity steps closer, its movements fluid and predatory, and the room seems to darken even further in its wake.
The lawyer can feel the entity's power, a cold, ancient force that seeks to break his will and end the ritual. Sweat beads on his forehead as he pushes back with all his might, his voice rising to a desperate shout. The symbols blaze brighter, their light cutting through the darkness, and the dagger's glow becomes almost blinding. The entity recoils slightly, but its presence remains as it continues to press forward.
In a final, desperate effort, the lawyer channels every last bit of his energy into the ritual, his voice ringing out with a commanding authority. The room shudders, the walls creaking under the strain of the magical forces at play. The entity hesitates, its form wavering as if caught between worlds. The lawyer seizes the moment, driving the dagger toward the wooden block with a forceful thrust.
But just before the blade makes contact, the entity lashes out with a tendril of shadow, knocking the dagger from his grasp. The lawyer stumbles back, the symbols in the air flickering and dimming. The shadows around him surge, closing in with renewed ferocity. The air crackles with tension as the lawyer regains his footing, eyes blazing with determination. He raises his hands, summoning the last remnants of his power, ready to face the entity head-on.
The ritual hangs in a precarious balance, the outcome uncertain, as the lawyer and the entity confront each other in a battle of wills. The air is thick with anticipation, the room a battleground of light and shadow, as the lawyer prepares for the final confrontation, knowing the ritual is far from over.
Now the ritual hangs in a precarious balance, the outcome uncertain, as Solomon and the entity confront each other in a battle of wills. The air is thick with anticipation, the room a battleground of light and shadow, as the lawyer prepares for the final confrontation, knowing the ritual is far from over.
The lawyer clenches his fists, drawing on the last reserves of his magical strength. He begins a new incantation, louder and more forceful than before, the words echoing with raw power. The symbols in the air reignite, brighter and more vibrant, casting sharp, dancing shadows around the room. The entity hisses, its form flickering as it feels the renewed strength of the spell.
With a determined cry, the lawyer extends his hand toward the fallen dagger, willing it to return to him. The blade quivers on the ground before soaring back into his grasp, its silver surface glowing with an intense light. He raises the dagger high, the air around him vibrating with energy, and drives it downward once more, aiming for the heart of the wooden block.
This time, the entity lunges with all its might, tendrils of darkness reaching out to stop him. The lawyer's voice rises to a fever pitch, the incantation forming a barrier of light around him. The shadows clash with the light, a fierce, blinding explosion of power that shakes the room to its core. The dagger pierces the wooden block with a resonant thud, and a wave of energy pulses outward, pushing the entity back.
The room is filled with a blinding light, the symbols in the air flaring brilliantly before fading into nothingness. The shadows retreat, the growls diminishing into silence. The lawyer, breathing heavily, looks around the room, now bathed in an eerie calm. The presence of the entity is gone, its power broken and banished by the completed ritual.
The candles flicker back to life, casting a gentle glow over the office. The lawyer lowers the dagger, its surface now dull and lifeless, the ritual's energy spent. He sinks into his chair, exhaustion washing over him, but a sense of triumph and relief fills his heart. The battle is won, the entity defeated, and the ritual, at long last, is complete.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver dagger is broken.