With only a small scuffle to iron out on the East side of the square, Captain Hayes soon gave each coven leader a sign of the affirmative before stepping into the circle himself. Everyone was in place. Everyone had a place. The ritual could begin.
Incantations were delicate things. This one started out as a soft murmur. Only a few deep voices harmonizing with a scratchy soprano. As each person in the circle added their voice, the sound swelled. Unity was important, and so was timing. Each syllable needed to hit at the same time.
An itchy sort of warmth began to spread from palm to palm. Magic seeking out magic, grabbing on and growing bigger than any one person could do on their own. Waves of magic reached out, drawing the valleyâs unruly specter toward the town square. Arlo made his presence known by smashing in the window of the nearest shop.
Snowballs began to fly at their faces. Some of the broken glass went flying too. Captain Hayes shouted once to hold the line, and was then drowned out by an unearthly sound that brought with it an overwhelming sense of agitation that seemed to settle in the chest each participant.Â
A bubble of blue light appeared in the middle of the circle. Anyone who could stare at it for longer than a couple seconds could catch a glimpse of Arloâs contorted facial features. Eyes that were several times too large, and pointed where they should be curved. Strange markings on the sides of his face. A mouth that seemed to run vertical rather than horizontal. With each passing second that the incantation continued, the bubble grew brighter and bigger until its edge ran the length of the chain the covens had created.
Itchy warmth in their hands began to burn, and the light from the bubble was so bright that several people closed their eyes. Brighter. Brighter until the light could be seen even with eyes closed. Then the town square went unnaturally silent. Pop. Everything went dark. A violent gust of wind blew through the circle, yanking each hand away from the hand that held it. It blew away hats and scarves, and shoved people to the ground with a unnatural strength. Then it was gone.
The good news is that Arlo has been pushed back into the spirit realm. The bad news is that the force of magic required to do this spell has rebounded. All participants will find themselves instantly teleported to a new location at the conclusion of the ritual. Some participants may be worse for wear, and it would be wise to seek shelter soon as the storm predicted by the Community of Unholy Saints has taken a sharp turn toward a blizzard.
The closest landmark to your character is:
The Keyesâ Carnival grounds. The rides donât appear to be running at the moment, and the funnel cake stand is closed.
Cypris @arsenic-inyourveins
Ambrosia @ambrosia-atwood
A graveyard in Circle of Nightfall territory. The oldest headstone dates back to the 1600â˛s, and thereâs a small cabin for a groundskeeper that seems to be empty.
The Rathmore Farm. The barn is occupied by a couple of pygmy goats and one alpaca. No lights are on in the farmhouse:
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