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(Vindicta's decursing attempt)
[Wed Nov 20 2024]
On Elm's Bane
This long, straight road plunges deeply into the dark heart of the forest, the mist-soaked depths of which pour brambled thorns and creeping overgrowth like some arboreal vitae that coats the sides of the asphalt implement buried within it. Wide enough to allow the passing of two decently-sized cars, it's flanked by ancient elm trees spotted with lichen that clings to their craggy bark and twisted, reaching branches. Many of the elms are dead; twisted grey skeletons with cracked bones that refuse to shuffle off into decay and instead impede the growth of the still-living trees that seem to always be growing no matter how often they're cut down. Prickling burrs and nettles creep amongst the dead, dessicated trees, winding themselves about their splintered trunks and branches. The thickness of the elm growth barely allows for the briny, seaside breeze to freshen the area, causing the air to hold a cloying mustiness of earth and decaying wood.
The atmosphere of the forest this far in is sinister and ethereal; it needles at the skin and causes a sense of foreboding hyper-vigilance, especially to those unaccustomed to otherworldly circumstances. Unnaturally large animal tracks are evident here and there to the side of the road, and there is an eerie silence that is occasionally interrupted by the snap of a twig, the scuffle of footsteps, or the rustling of undergrowth.
It is morning, about 32F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Vindicta says "Bianchini have cursed ring. Need help breaking magic if someone available."
Vindicta says "Not need be."
Vindicta says "It okay. Only two people not enough. Need three, so easier just wait and maybe do by self."
Vindicta says "Bianchini live at one oh six elm's bane."
Vindicta says "Nevermind, too late now. Bianchini already start."
Vindicta says "These things need do fast or crumble to dust."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Vindicta flinches back when that ring suddenly glows in her hand, forcing her to raise her free arm to block out the light from her sensitive eyes. She keeps holding onto it regardless- letting the cruse get its frustrations out on her without sign of complaint on her behalf.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Vindicta, sending her flying.
Electricity is something that Vindicta was not prepared for- clutching the ring in her right hand patiently, the tiny woman has no means to protect herself from the bolt of lightning that suddenly strikes her in the center of her chest, causing her vision to go white all over again and sending her tumbling over the back of her couch to land helplessly on her stomach.
Vindicta says "Iris could try Narnia!"
The whole room shakes.
When Vindicta finally drags herself to her feet, she has to clutch the back of the couch to keep herself upright. The room trembles ominously from the power held within the ring, and this only makes her grasp it more tightly. The albino endures the onslaught of anger from the curse all one her lonesome within the small cabin, letting it throw its tantrum as she holds it like a frantic child.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Another blinding flash of light strikes Vindicta's eyes, the girl's sensitive pupils simply unable to catch a break. She cries out in surprise, burying her face into her elbow as sh waits for the spots to fade from her delicate vision.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.
Vindictas Decursing Attempt 241121
(Vindicta's decursing attempt)
[Wed Nov 20 2024]
On Elm's Bane
This long, straight road plunges deeply into the dark heart of the forest, the mist-soaked depths of which pour brambled thorns and creeping overgrowth like some arboreal vitae that coats the sides of the asphalt implement buried within it. Wide enough to allow the passing of two decently-sized cars, it's flanked by ancient elm trees spotted with lichen that clings to their craggy bark and twisted, reaching branches. Many of the elms are dead; twisted grey skeletons with cracked bones that refuse to shuffle off into decay and instead impede the growth of the still-living trees that seem to always be growing no matter how often they're cut down. Prickling burrs and nettles creep amongst the dead, dessicated trees, winding themselves about their splintered trunks and branches. The thickness of the elm growth barely allows for the briny, seaside breeze to freshen the area, causing the air to hold a cloying mustiness of earth and decaying wood.
The atmosphere of the forest this far in is sinister and ethereal; it needles at the skin and causes a sense of foreboding hyper-vigilance, especially to those unaccustomed to otherworldly circumstances. Unnaturally large animal tracks are evident here and there to the side of the road, and there is an eerie silence that is occasionally interrupted by the snap of a twig, the scuffle of footsteps, or the rustling of undergrowth.
It is morning, about 32F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Vindicta says "Bianchini have cursed ring. Need help breaking magic if someone available."
Vindicta says "Not need be."
Vindicta says "It okay. Only two people not enough. Need three, so easier just wait and maybe do by self."
Vindicta says "Bianchini live at one oh six elm's bane."
Vindicta says "Nevermind, too late now. Bianchini already start."
Vindicta says "These things need do fast or crumble to dust."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Vindicta flinches back when that ring suddenly glows in her hand, forcing her to raise her free arm to block out the light from her sensitive eyes. She keeps holding onto it regardless- letting the cruse get its frustrations out on her without sign of complaint on her behalf.
An arc of lightning blasts out of the artifact to strike Vindicta, sending her flying.
Electricity is something that Vindicta was not prepared for- clutching the ring in her right hand patiently, the tiny woman has no means to protect herself from the bolt of lightning that suddenly strikes her in the center of her chest, causing her vision to go white all over again and sending her tumbling over the back of her couch to land helplessly on her stomach.
Vindicta says "Iris could try Narnia!"
The whole room shakes.
When Vindicta finally drags herself to her feet, she has to clutch the back of the couch to keep herself upright. The room trembles ominously from the power held within the ring, and this only makes her grasp it more tightly. The albino endures the onslaught of anger from the curse all one her lonesome within the small cabin, letting it throw its tantrum as she holds it like a frantic child.
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Another blinding flash of light strikes Vindicta's eyes, the girl's sensitive pupils simply unable to catch a break. She cries out in surprise, burying her face into her elbow as sh waits for the spots to fade from her delicate vision.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver ring is broken.