2018.05.24: Sire's love 3
| Sire’s Love 3 | |
|---|---|
| Removing the curse | |
| IC Date | May 24 2018 |
| IC Time | Night |
| Players | ST Ilias, Martha, Devin Quinn |
| Location | Chantry |
| Spheres | Vampire Camarilla |
| Theme Song | Sin - Nine inch nails |
Devin upon rising, takes his time going through his surroundings in the boarding hall upstairs, seeing that anything important still seems to have been left untouched, and that no signs of any supernatural influence prick at his senses. A shower, and other rising practices, before clean and pristine he dons his Apprentice robes, grabs his cane, and makes his way down to the basement.
Finding the appropriate section, he makes his way and begins slowly seats himself as he closes his eyes and goes through meditative exercises and simple ritual practices that he has grown accustomed to. His will and mind focused and sharp, he begins his work. Laying the cane before him on his lap, and placing both hands upon it, he seems silent and focused. A large, leather bound book, apparently also brought with him from upstairs lays beside him as he reaches and flips through pages, with some care for the handling of them.
Martha has her two retainers here for once a rare thing and is oddly only in a formal robe this night. Feet bare, hair down as she draws her circle for casting with care in a section that can handle fire. Then there is the two retainers Anna making sure all is in place, and Stephan coming in with a hot box of coals to place in the brazier for her so that it will be able to burn the things she has gathered.
Once the circles are drawn she directs Anna where to put each item and pulls her hood up to cover her hair before she enters the circle to start. Three deeps long unneeded breathes in and out as she forces her body to relax from head to toe, centering herself before she starts her ritual.
Noting the presence of some extra bodies he assumes that the social butterfly is still working on her project. Sires can be tricky things, emotions, conflicting loyalties, conflicting oaths and obligations. Devin could empathize with it, but at the end of the night he always did his duty, regardless of the personal cost. And as he pondered that, he took a few moments to push the emotions, that now niggled at the edge of his mind, out of his way.
Breaking from his meditations a moment he removes a large chunk of chalk and begins making small drawings onto the floor. Not that he didn't trust the space, but a few extra protections against anything "spilling out" couldn't hurt. The staff would have to clean it later, but the extra work is justified in the name of safety.
Oddly when Martha starts the focus of her will in the Ritual she does not use Latin, but some odder form of Gaelic. The words flow in almost a song like manner from her as she moves to where the brazier is with some real courage and throws the first thing into them, a strange mix of herbs that flame up and then smoke the air, it is then that Anna carefully gets her robe from her and she is bared completely now, and she baths in the smoke.
If one has Aura sight up the herbs seem to make the curse twining about her like brambles visible thru her Aura, and one can see the thorns of the curse going into her from the curse.
As the beauty disrobes Devin's mind settles on her being a member of House ab Flaidd. Of course, his suspicious mind didn't rule out a Televyic though she seemed far too young for that sort of thing, and her chanting was in the wrong tongue. But, those were evidence, not proof. As she chanted however, he stopped and watched, thoughts of the druids of House Diedne entering his mind. He knew those were all wiped out, and they wouldn't have admitted a woman anyway but...nah...
Martha is a modern Tremere, and like many she knows Latin but for giggles uses other languages to do them. Oddly the Scottish cant of Gaelic she uses fits in more than one way, Martha uses the older forms to give it weight in her will, and depth like the witching woman of her people still in the hills back home. Modern and old come together in her ritual, and method.
She chants then moves to get the first item, a hand carved brush with real boar bristles, A price piece rare to see in this day, and sets it on the coals with such care taking a step back it it flames up a moment or two and is consumed. He can see her mentally steady herself against the red fear, and hold manage to keep the chant up smoothly this time with no hitch in her voice or race of the unraveling ritual, and Martha can feel the first sense of relief as the strangling sensation of her resolve and mind loosens a bit as the brambles about her Aura also loosen.
Yet two more passes of this layered unraveling remain to be burned as well the rest of her ritual. At this point Devin realizes this is a custom curse on her, and if she did not get the counter right she will have to research all again and redo this process.
Pondering what he sees, Devin remains quiet as he usually does, especially given what he has seen from his own local clan representation. He would watch a few more minutes, and then making a mental note, he turns a page and continues his work on the cane in his lap. Reading from the book, he inscribes into the floor in chalk, meditating on each sigil and on the principles represented by it.
Martha works the ritual, as her two ghouls step back and just stand ready in case she loses it. There is the hair next and more of the chant for the focus of the unrevealing, then they hair goes into the brazier making her this time jump a bit and have to catch herself on the flow of the focus words of the spell. That one was close as hair made on hell of a flare of fire and sparks from the brazier.
She feels the release of another deep throne from her Aura and he can hear her voice lifting a bit in her chant, almost as if somehow, she feels lighter not. Still she is not done yet, one more deep thorn, oddly to her heart if one could see it.
Devin pauses in his work and watches this, now it's getting interesting. He wonders what will come of it all in the end. But, certainly it was worth a watch if nothing else. She seemed to have a handle on the situation, whatever path was going to be taken to it.
the last item is that paper she folded with care Her chanting seems to rise as she throws that last thing into the Brazier and watches it flame, there is a gasp as she feels the curse rip from her, not release rip from her making her fall to her knees with a look of puzzlement, then a look over herself as if trying to make sure all is still there and the curse gone.
To those with Aura sight as the curse released from her it looked like it whipped about and took something from her head with it, almost like a wisp of something colored like a dream, then gone she is freed of the thing completely and puzzled.
She checks and can find nothing amiss, has Anna and Stephan bring a full-size mirror, and looks herself over with all her sights. Stephan as she is looking over herself, and rattling off her own statistics smartly moves to get the brazier and contents out and handled.
"So odd I feel like I lost something, but all seems in place, nothing wrong with my memory Anna?" to which Anna shakes her head no. Then Martha motions for her robe, "How odd a sensation, maybe I was just getting use to the curse."
Devin blinks, his shock such that, it is truly all that he can manage. "All is well for you I take it? "
Martha moves to get on her robe the hood hanging down, and it open. "For me yes, I am no longer cursed, I doubled checked with my sight and awareness, though I swore I lost something, or...it might of been some odd dreaming effect on his curse. Allot of his magics have that surreal quality like dealing with the fucking Fae."
"Well, there is a reason they speak on dealings with the Gentry when training apprentices. Like any extra planer being, only fools think they are gaining a fair deal when working such exchanges of powers. No offense to your sire of course.
