Spells
Command Spirit
- Spells in Own Aura -( Second Sight Cloaked) Spirit Tongue Peer Across the Gauntlet 2 control remaining
- Spells in Own Aura -( Second Sight Cloaked) Spirit Tongue Peer Across the Gauntlet 2 control remaining
Kaze improvises a quick cast of Empowered Voice centering on the mass of spiders, attempting to stun them just long enough to buy a moment to contain and destroy them, and possibly crush a number of them in the process!
"STOP!"
failure
3 successes
Extra success to expand the area just enough to cover the mass of spiders before they spread out, and if large enough, to contest their knockdown rolls.
The sensation of hundreds of tiny legs crawling across her skin... yeah, Naga was going to need a long hot shower after this. She scowled as she saw the monster disintegrate into smaller component spiders.
"Nothing else is moving in the hou--" she stopped speaking and winced as Kaze shouted with his magically enhanced voice. She had come up the stairs right behind the Arrow, and was caught in the area of his spell's effect. Thankfully, the Warlock was able to keep on her feet, reaching out a hand to clutch at a wall.
An angry look was thrown at Kaze. "It's called situational awareness," she said, her voice tight but even, "Get some."
2 successes
A warm pulse flows through Anima as he casts the spell. The spider spirit - for it is a spider spirit: a misshapen one that has too many legs sprouting from an all too human torso - crystallises in his view as the Glyph locks into his Pattern. There are no other spirits nearby. The entity attempts to resist the Shaman's command but his will is too strong.
"Silent Weaver in Mist."
The reply is barely a whisper and in a voice no human could utter. If it wasn't for the spell accentuating his ability to converse with the Spirits, Anima would have lost the sound amid the thunderous clap that came from above.
In the attic, Kaze attempts to finish off the swarm of spiderlings that a bursting from the shattered spider monster. His voice bursts out of him like thunder and rings like a bell. Bedding is scattered. Dust dances in the air. The spider monster's huge corpse comes undone as it is blasted across the room. The floor, already damaged, buckles from the trumpet blast coming from the Apostate and large chunks of the ceiling rain down on the mage's below.
The attic floor looks decidedly unstable.
The spider swarm is caught in the shockwave, hurled hither and yon, splattered against the wall.
Spells
Command Spirit
- Spells in Own Aura -( Second Sight Cloaked) Spirit Tongue Peer Across the Gauntlet 2 control remaining
Plaster rains down around him, unnoticed as he concentrates on his senses cast across the barrier between worlds.
"Yup, definitely got one here. Can I get a shotgun with an awakened spirit?" The doctor steels himself, as he faces the otherworldly spirit. The gauntlet feels like little protection against it, only his skillful use of the Truth his protecting him now.
<What is the name of the other? Is it your brood mother?> he questions.
Anima, the Ross Perot of the Magi, stands in this hallway requesting weaponry while making locusts sounds and staring at empty space.
Guru didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky to be standing so close to Kaze when he unleashed that shout. On one hand he was outside the radius, on the other he was there for the full force of it. He felt the air rush past him, clothes flapping from the force of it as the floor splintered and cracked spider bodies being smashed against the opposing wall.
"Is that, is that all of them? We need to get them all." He couldn't fire the shotgun in that direction, fear of piercing the weakened floor and hitting folks beneath were a concern. His ears rang, Anima's words lost in the cacophony to him, not that he could do much to help in this situation. "You're gonna need one of those for each of the big ones I think."
He gave the room a once over making sure it was clear, if he had to he'd stomp the little fuckers out with his shoe.
1 success
Phoenyx gave Aurora a small shrug. "You had to protect the others," she says simply. "I'm fine."
She winces at the shout and understands the reaction from Naga. "Enough," she says simply. "I think you got them, but hat kind of blast is breaking the floor. Everyone back down. Now. Then we light it up." There's a small hit of excitement as she says that. The Arrow had been waiting for this moment.
Animas words are only so helpful. "We can't shoot what we can't see. It needs to be here, or we need to be there."
"Fire will clean out the last of them," the firebird says to Guru. "Get downstars, move!" she adds hurriedly, ushering the others downstairs.
As the plaster began to fall, she steps back, not wanting to get a larger piece on her head.
“I don’t think so. Now, there are spells to cross the Gaunlet or even bind the Spirit into something. I don’t have all that’s needed to Bind it, and going across presents a multitude of dangers.” One being that they’d be on its home turf. And with only a few of them having Spirit, it limited their firepower.
A look was simply given to the Arrow, she wasn’t amused.
“Yes, fire will take care of them. But what about the Spirit? Has it infected other places? Can we make sure it’s not coming back?” she wasn’t opposed to fire, seeing what they were dealing with and all. But if that Spirit remained here, it could move to another house. Infest again and the circle continues.
Kaze nods and says, "Sorry," to Naga. Makes sense, a Space mage wouldn't be used to or necessarily handle surprises graciously. He personally felt the level of force and quick response was justified despite not issuing a warning, but different strokes; his new motto, it seemed.
He smiles and nods again when Phoenyx moves on past what's done and focuses on what has to come next. He moves ahead, cautiously coming down the stairs from the attic, announcing, "Kaze, coming down," before he frames himself in the opening.
Spirits and their world were outside her purview. Naga wasn't about to pretend she understood the details of what the Shamans were discussing. She merely nodded to Phoenyx and started back downstairs.
Remembering what she had heard about the previous excursion to this house, the Warlock didn't want to be inside when fuses were lit.
The spirit struggles beyond the Gauntlet, ensnared within Anima own web of Supernal might.
<<Dedicated Scholar of the Bite>>
The spirit snaps. Words are drawn from its reluctant mouth like distorted high pitched whispers.
<<No. The Eldest sits in the Great Weave>>
By then, of course, Phoenyx is ushering Guru and Kaze from the attic. The Apostate Shaman manages to splatter a few of the slower creepy crawlies on the way down. They pop satisfying under his feet.