A Quest Begins
The journey through shadow had started out easily enough, as many quests do. Adrianna has brought with her a smaller version of the magnificent painting she had brought to life on a rather sizable piece of wall back in Paloma, so that Rose might have something of an idea of what they're looking for. The rest? The rest is just the intuition that comes with the blood of Karm, the pull to things that should be sealed. Or simply blind luck. The trio have been traveling for a few days, now, and as they move further into Shadow, it becomes harder to push through it, to manipulate. A sign, surely, that they are close.
Adrianna has done very little in the realm of verbal communication, the past day. When asked for further details, it is not with words she answers Rose, but with quickly sketched landscapes. She may look a delicate flower, but the Contessa has no issue, at all, with carrying her own packs.
Walter carries a pack. He started the trip out with one of his arms and some of his side wrapped in bandages. They've likely seen the damage beneath; someone immolated themselves before coming on this journey.
Rose is dressed for travel and is only now showing signs of fatigue, an acknowledgement that the going is getting tougher. She remains focused on their goal.
The trio push forward, still, long enough for the sun to have sunk a few degrees. Every now and then, there is a snatch of a whisper on the wind--too faint to be heard. This changes, however, when the breeze starts to pick up, and full sentences can be heard. "Go back!," some say, pleading. "Save us!" others whisper urgently. The lovely and unmistakable sounds of being being struck down in the middle of their pleas is, perhaps, the loudest.
Adri's brows furrow, and the woman frowns deeply. She looks to Walter, crispy arm and all, as if she might expect him to be the protector.
Walter rests one hand on one of his fighting sticks; the other might still be useless to him in this condition. He flashes a grin at Adri, though, carefree and Walter like.
Rose's hand stays near her sword and she looks toward the voices as if they are a distraction.
"Interesting," Adrianna allows, as another voice warns of destruction. She looks around, seeking the source, but there is nothing to be found. Only stronger wind, enough to make even Walter's dreadlocks stir. "Perhaps this is a good sign that we're close." Small whirlwinds start to take form, twisting about the landscape.
"Hard to fight what you can't see," Walter rumbles in his gravelly voice, perhaps unnecessarily. His fingers twitch around the fighting stick.
Rose looks to Walter, "A bit," she says as she closes her eyes and moves them through a difficult shadow border.
Adrianna smiles, with confidence, to Walter. "You're the muscle, darling." There is a wink, and she tracks the path of one of the whirlwinds. Not only do they follow the trio through the shift, but they increase in number as well. So do the voices.
"So kind of you," Walter says to Adrianna. He goes and head draws the fighting sticks and adjusts his grip on it.
Privately, to Adrianna, Rose looks to you as if to say, 'Muscle. That's cute.'
Rose draws her sword and continues opening the way.
Adrianna gives a sidelong look to her sister, and there's a hint of a smile. The whirlwinds start to converge, and as some of them collide, they also combine, becoming much more like growing tornadoes.
"Stop," Walter says. "We might as well pick our ground rather than be taken unawares when these blasted things come for us." Because, you know, they will.
Rose nods her agreement and says, "My instinct is to shift those away but that would put us off course."
Adrianna says, with confidence, "We're on the right path." The wind starts to kick up dust and debris, enough so that seeing is difficult. There is the sound of a woman wailing, and then it is lost to the sounds of a man firmly stating, "Stop this madness, brother!" Adrianna, finally, draws her own sword.
Walter kneels down and presses his signet ring to the ground. Magic flares: runes in blue flames spread out in a circle about twice his arm span.
Rose keeps her sword before her in a defensive posture and her eyes flas silver briefly as she looks around the area.
Walter rotates his fighting stick in a flex of his wrist. He waits in his circle of glowing runes, stoic.
"Ghosts," Rose says with distaste. Then she follows with, "Strong ones but they're disorganized."
The growing tornado starts to move about the three travelers, like a lioness circling her prey. As it grows closer, the voices grow louder, more displeased, more warning. A rock is thrown out from it, which Adrianna bats aside with the blade of her sword. "Ghosts," she says with a scrunch of her nose, "Should learn when to move on."
Walter mutters, "Should've burned Emma." Louder, "Stand in the circle to keep the magic at bay, if there's any. If not, it won't matter."
Rose says, "There is," and moves closer to Walter.
Adrianna nods, agreeing with Walter's muttering. "The one time I could truly use a Feldane, and there's none about." She gives a dramatic sigh, and slips into the warded circle. Back to back to back with Rose and Walter, her blade drawn. The tornadoes clash against the ward's border, and sparks of electric blue and violent yellow flare around them.
Walter sees the torados unable to break the circle. "Buys us time at least." He studies the whirlwind nearest, watching its movements, trying to pierce the winds.
Rose nods, "But in the meantime, we're stuck." She makes an experimental slash with her sword at one of the tornadoes.
"It may, perhaps, be better than the alternative, dearest sister," Adrianna notes. As Rose's blade slashes into the wind, the metal vibrates with the force of it. There is a feminine cry, one that speaks of a lover's betrayal.
Walter takes a breath. He edges towards the edge of the circle and kneels there where a whirlwhind seems to be pushing more often than not. He reaches out with his burned hand to "grab" the wind and closes his eyes.
Rose's eyes widen. "It appears that we can hurt them," she says. "Though, I would be satisfied if they would just get out of our way." She watches Walter's actions with great interest.
RPG: Walter challenges a difficulty of 7. Walter chooses Force and the gift GAT-WK. Walter succeeds.
"Some forces of nature just don't know their place," Adrianna bemoans to Rose, solemnly. She, too, watches with interest as Walter makes his move. There is a slight wince, as if she expects him to lose an already wounded limb.
Walter begins to incant. It doesn't sound like words of magic, but rather a muttered conversation. Perhaps a self taught method of focus.
As Walter's hand grabs at the tornado, the sparks that fly are brilliant and near blinding. And then, they're suddenly very *slow* moving sparks, like mellowed-out fireflies floating on a breeze. Similar effects can be seen in the swirling of wind. A dozen faces can be made out. Female, male. Some of them, even half-familiar.
Walter swings his sitck at one of the faces while keeping his arm in the "slow" turning of the whirlwind.
Rose keeps her eyes on the images in the windstorms as if looking for an opening she can expolit.
Adrianna's eyes widen slightly at the faces within the tornado. The other winds crash into it, as if trying to help their companions gain speed. This, of course, only adds size, and more faces, but no more speed. Rose has an opening, to strike at the man that seems to be the eye of the storm, as it were.
With the addition of more faces, Walter finds himself increasingly stuck with the task of keeping the things still. He gives up flailing with his stick and instead focuses on keeping them down to slow motion.
RPG: Rose challenges a difficulty of 8. Rose chooses Grace and the gifts BLD-OB and SKL-AR. Rose succeeds.
Rose takes a half-step forward and moves her sword in a circle parry as if batting the winds away and she plunges her sword towards the left eye of the central figure.
Muttering to himself, Walter grits his teeth a little. "... ground... emerald bat for... beauty. Stir clockwise... times in... harvest moon,... Sprinkle... Three... a virgin's thighs... widdershins."
Rose's sword strikes true, and she spears the man's eye. It goes through as if it were nothing but air, or illusion, but does not waver. The tornado stops, and the other faces disappear. The central figure does not, however, and remains standing, staring.
Adrianna looks to Walter, blinking slowly. Very, very slowly.
Rose holds her blade steady and spares a glance to Adrianna and then Walter. "Travel broadens the mind," she says idly.
Muttering to himself, Walter doesn't seem to notice any staring. He continues to mutter something to himself, holding on to his concentration to slow the whirlwind to manageable levels. "... the... a... driftwood.... then... it... up when... moon is... to not see your..."
It is a familiar figure to Adrianna and Walter both. Perhaps anyone who has heard some of the legends of Karm. The tornado falls apart around him, and the pale, ghostly figure regards the three with an unwavering gaze. Despite the sword in his eye. Adrianna curses in Montevalnan, something along the lines of bastard children and sheep.
Rose says, "Adrianna, dear, where are your manners? Introduce me to this gentleman." She keeps the sword right where it is.
Walter pulls back when the tornado has formed into Cedric. He looks grim.
Adrianna makes a grand gesture, as if she were introducing someone of great importance that she has a bit of disdain for. "Lord Cedric of Karm, the Willing Sacrifice. Cedric, Rose, Princess of Amber, daughter of Flora."
Cedric does not seem to care much for introductions. Despite his phantom-like visage, his eyes burn brightly, full of strength. "Do not travel any further, kin of mine, child of Oberon's line," he implores. "What is done should never be broken, and the past cannot be changed." He has a sword at his right, though he does not yet reach for it.
Walter is just the muscle. He stays where he is. In the safe circle.
Rose sighs and says, "Of course the past cannot be changed. But that isn't the point, now, is it?" Her tone is conversational but her posture is that of a serpent ready to strike.
Adrianna says, with her own firmness, "The past cannot be changed, but the present and future can be. I have my reasons, as did you, for the sacrifices that must be made." It is, perhaps, the most conviction she's ever spoken with.
Those words seem to be enough for Cedric, and the spirit looks briefly sorrowful. "So be it," he says, drawing his sword, and taking up an en guarde stance. "You will join me here as spirits, if you will not turn back."
RPG: Rose challenges a difficulty of 10. Rose chooses Resolve and the gifts BLD-OB and SKL-AR. Rose succeeds.
RPG: Walter challenges a difficulty of 10. Walter chooses Force and the gifts GAT-WK and SKL-SF. Walter succeeds.
RPG: Adrianna challenges a difficulty of 10. Adrianna chooses Resolve and the gift SKL-WM. Adrianna succeeds.
Walter draws himself up, putting himself between Adri and Cedric. But not between Cedric and Rose.
"I will not," Rose says firmly. "Have my destiny dictated to me. I must decline your offer." She pulls the sword back and moves in low toward Cedric aiming for his heart.
Walter lets the Princess have her go, observing the effects of a being that's beyond mortal and the weapon Rose has chosen.
Adrianna smiles beautifully as Walter moves between her own form and Cedric, but then sidesteps. "This is my quest as well, Walter. I will fight for it." Her gold-tipped blade moves out, the arc graceful, blocking a blow meant for her sister.
Cedric lets out what is an ancient battle cry, once given proudly by Karm, but long since forgotten. As his blade deflects off of Adri's, Rose's own plunges into his ghostly form. There is blood, but it is hard to make a wound fatal when the target is already dead.
Rose's brow furrows but she presses the attack, trying to keep Cedric off balance so he will be unable to defend against anything Walter or Adrianna do.
Walter stares for a few moments, watching the women fight the ghost. Finally he pushes through, letting the stick in his hand slide down to reverse itself. He doesn't swing the stick at the ghost, he jabs the hilt of his weapon instead - the seal on the end coming into contact with Cedric-that-was.
RPG: Walter declares he is consuming token bhh:
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Author: Adrianna Held By: Walter
Date: Fri Oct 23 22:36:11 2009 Focus: 3
Title: An Oak Seal.
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Created via Banishment Seal (REC-BS): rechargeable special token-3 type-magic
Gift description:
When the bearer of this seal gets a consequence in a fight or other situation where he would reasonably be able to physically apply the seal, he may apply it and expend the token to banish the target, sending it back to its home shadow (or as close as possible). To the target, this process seems instantaneous, but it actually takes time equal appropriate to the travel required. Using this ability requires that the wielder have GAT-SK, and the target must be a magical being, as defined in GAT-SK.
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Token Description
Carved into the bottom end of a Sukhoti fighting stick of strong oak is a half-pipe wave. The personal Seal of Walter Karm, it has been slightly modified, an ouroborus encircling the design, eyes flecks of sapphire.
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RPG: Walter used the following +token/use targets: Storms and Spirits - Deep Shadow
Adrianna's sword swings in a small stroke, aimed for the ghost's throat in attempt to silence his further repremands, warnings, and shouts. "Just shut UP," she hisses between clenched, perfectly straight, teeth. Cedric's sword slashes her arm, and it is real enough to leave her bleeding, to make her fall back a pair of steps.
There is a look of surprise on Cedric's face, as the man looks down to Walter, and the seal presssed into him. The flash of light is nearly blinding, and the ghost stands in the center of it. "You can not do this!" are Cedric's last words before the man vanishes, and the light goes low.
Rose draws her sword back and sheathes it in a single, smooth move. Then she moves to her sister and inspects her arm. As she does so, she says, "Good show, Karm."
Walter looks down at the stick, then the empty space. "Hnh," he says. "I like that one," he says to Adri.
Adrianna sheathes her blade, the motion not so smooth. She's bleeding, but the wound is not too deep that it will leave more than a minor scar. "It seems to have worked well," she notes to Walter. To Rose, she gives a minute smile. "Shall we rest, and then continue?"
Rose nods to Adri and says, "Roll up your sleeve." She produces a roll of cloth from one of her pockets then she closes her eyes for a time. When she opens them, she says, "This place will heal you a bit faster, now." Then she looks to Walter. "You, too, should you require it."
Walter looks at his burnt arm and shoulder. "Thanks." He sits down where he is and lays back after shrugging off his pack. "Wake me when it's time to go."
Adrianna has done very little in the realm of verbal communication, the past day. When asked for further details, it is not with words she answers Rose, but with quickly sketched landscapes. She may look a delicate flower, but the Contessa has no issue, at all, with carrying her own packs.
Walter carries a pack. He started the trip out with one of his arms and some of his side wrapped in bandages. They've likely seen the damage beneath; someone immolated themselves before coming on this journey.
Rose is dressed for travel and is only now showing signs of fatigue, an acknowledgement that the going is getting tougher. She remains focused on their goal.
The trio push forward, still, long enough for the sun to have sunk a few degrees. Every now and then, there is a snatch of a whisper on the wind--too faint to be heard. This changes, however, when the breeze starts to pick up, and full sentences can be heard. "Go back!," some say, pleading. "Save us!" others whisper urgently. The lovely and unmistakable sounds of being being struck down in the middle of their pleas is, perhaps, the loudest.
Adri's brows furrow, and the woman frowns deeply. She looks to Walter, crispy arm and all, as if she might expect him to be the protector.
Walter rests one hand on one of his fighting sticks; the other might still be useless to him in this condition. He flashes a grin at Adri, though, carefree and Walter like.
Rose's hand stays near her sword and she looks toward the voices as if they are a distraction.
"Interesting," Adrianna allows, as another voice warns of destruction. She looks around, seeking the source, but there is nothing to be found. Only stronger wind, enough to make even Walter's dreadlocks stir. "Perhaps this is a good sign that we're close." Small whirlwinds start to take form, twisting about the landscape.
"Hard to fight what you can't see," Walter rumbles in his gravelly voice, perhaps unnecessarily. His fingers twitch around the fighting stick.
Rose looks to Walter, "A bit," she says as she closes her eyes and moves them through a difficult shadow border.
Adrianna smiles, with confidence, to Walter. "You're the muscle, darling." There is a wink, and she tracks the path of one of the whirlwinds. Not only do they follow the trio through the shift, but they increase in number as well. So do the voices.
"So kind of you," Walter says to Adrianna. He goes and head draws the fighting sticks and adjusts his grip on it.
Privately, to Adrianna, Rose looks to you as if to say, 'Muscle. That's cute.'
Rose draws her sword and continues opening the way.
Adrianna gives a sidelong look to her sister, and there's a hint of a smile. The whirlwinds start to converge, and as some of them collide, they also combine, becoming much more like growing tornadoes.
"Stop," Walter says. "We might as well pick our ground rather than be taken unawares when these blasted things come for us." Because, you know, they will.
Rose nods her agreement and says, "My instinct is to shift those away but that would put us off course."
Adrianna says, with confidence, "We're on the right path." The wind starts to kick up dust and debris, enough so that seeing is difficult. There is the sound of a woman wailing, and then it is lost to the sounds of a man firmly stating, "Stop this madness, brother!" Adrianna, finally, draws her own sword.
Walter kneels down and presses his signet ring to the ground. Magic flares: runes in blue flames spread out in a circle about twice his arm span.
Rose keeps her sword before her in a defensive posture and her eyes flas silver briefly as she looks around the area.
Walter rotates his fighting stick in a flex of his wrist. He waits in his circle of glowing runes, stoic.
"Ghosts," Rose says with distaste. Then she follows with, "Strong ones but they're disorganized."
The growing tornado starts to move about the three travelers, like a lioness circling her prey. As it grows closer, the voices grow louder, more displeased, more warning. A rock is thrown out from it, which Adrianna bats aside with the blade of her sword. "Ghosts," she says with a scrunch of her nose, "Should learn when to move on."
Walter mutters, "Should've burned Emma." Louder, "Stand in the circle to keep the magic at bay, if there's any. If not, it won't matter."
Rose says, "There is," and moves closer to Walter.
Adrianna nods, agreeing with Walter's muttering. "The one time I could truly use a Feldane, and there's none about." She gives a dramatic sigh, and slips into the warded circle. Back to back to back with Rose and Walter, her blade drawn. The tornadoes clash against the ward's border, and sparks of electric blue and violent yellow flare around them.
Walter sees the torados unable to break the circle. "Buys us time at least." He studies the whirlwind nearest, watching its movements, trying to pierce the winds.
Rose nods, "But in the meantime, we're stuck." She makes an experimental slash with her sword at one of the tornadoes.
"It may, perhaps, be better than the alternative, dearest sister," Adrianna notes. As Rose's blade slashes into the wind, the metal vibrates with the force of it. There is a feminine cry, one that speaks of a lover's betrayal.
Walter takes a breath. He edges towards the edge of the circle and kneels there where a whirlwhind seems to be pushing more often than not. He reaches out with his burned hand to "grab" the wind and closes his eyes.
Rose's eyes widen. "It appears that we can hurt them," she says. "Though, I would be satisfied if they would just get out of our way." She watches Walter's actions with great interest.
RPG: Walter challenges a difficulty of 7. Walter chooses Force and the gift GAT-WK. Walter succeeds.
"Some forces of nature just don't know their place," Adrianna bemoans to Rose, solemnly. She, too, watches with interest as Walter makes his move. There is a slight wince, as if she expects him to lose an already wounded limb.
Walter begins to incant. It doesn't sound like words of magic, but rather a muttered conversation. Perhaps a self taught method of focus.
As Walter's hand grabs at the tornado, the sparks that fly are brilliant and near blinding. And then, they're suddenly very *slow* moving sparks, like mellowed-out fireflies floating on a breeze. Similar effects can be seen in the swirling of wind. A dozen faces can be made out. Female, male. Some of them, even half-familiar.
Walter swings his sitck at one of the faces while keeping his arm in the "slow" turning of the whirlwind.
Rose keeps her eyes on the images in the windstorms as if looking for an opening she can expolit.
Adrianna's eyes widen slightly at the faces within the tornado. The other winds crash into it, as if trying to help their companions gain speed. This, of course, only adds size, and more faces, but no more speed. Rose has an opening, to strike at the man that seems to be the eye of the storm, as it were.
With the addition of more faces, Walter finds himself increasingly stuck with the task of keeping the things still. He gives up flailing with his stick and instead focuses on keeping them down to slow motion.
RPG: Rose challenges a difficulty of 8. Rose chooses Grace and the gifts BLD-OB and SKL-AR. Rose succeeds.
Rose takes a half-step forward and moves her sword in a circle parry as if batting the winds away and she plunges her sword towards the left eye of the central figure.
Muttering to himself, Walter grits his teeth a little. "... ground... emerald bat for... beauty. Stir clockwise... times in... harvest moon,... Sprinkle... Three... a virgin's thighs... widdershins."
Rose's sword strikes true, and she spears the man's eye. It goes through as if it were nothing but air, or illusion, but does not waver. The tornado stops, and the other faces disappear. The central figure does not, however, and remains standing, staring.
Adrianna looks to Walter, blinking slowly. Very, very slowly.
Rose holds her blade steady and spares a glance to Adrianna and then Walter. "Travel broadens the mind," she says idly.
Muttering to himself, Walter doesn't seem to notice any staring. He continues to mutter something to himself, holding on to his concentration to slow the whirlwind to manageable levels. "... the... a... driftwood.... then... it... up when... moon is... to not see your..."
It is a familiar figure to Adrianna and Walter both. Perhaps anyone who has heard some of the legends of Karm. The tornado falls apart around him, and the pale, ghostly figure regards the three with an unwavering gaze. Despite the sword in his eye. Adrianna curses in Montevalnan, something along the lines of bastard children and sheep.
Rose says, "Adrianna, dear, where are your manners? Introduce me to this gentleman." She keeps the sword right where it is.
Walter pulls back when the tornado has formed into Cedric. He looks grim.
Adrianna makes a grand gesture, as if she were introducing someone of great importance that she has a bit of disdain for. "Lord Cedric of Karm, the Willing Sacrifice. Cedric, Rose, Princess of Amber, daughter of Flora."
Cedric does not seem to care much for introductions. Despite his phantom-like visage, his eyes burn brightly, full of strength. "Do not travel any further, kin of mine, child of Oberon's line," he implores. "What is done should never be broken, and the past cannot be changed." He has a sword at his right, though he does not yet reach for it.
Walter is just the muscle. He stays where he is. In the safe circle.
Rose sighs and says, "Of course the past cannot be changed. But that isn't the point, now, is it?" Her tone is conversational but her posture is that of a serpent ready to strike.
Adrianna says, with her own firmness, "The past cannot be changed, but the present and future can be. I have my reasons, as did you, for the sacrifices that must be made." It is, perhaps, the most conviction she's ever spoken with.
Those words seem to be enough for Cedric, and the spirit looks briefly sorrowful. "So be it," he says, drawing his sword, and taking up an en guarde stance. "You will join me here as spirits, if you will not turn back."
RPG: Rose challenges a difficulty of 10. Rose chooses Resolve and the gifts BLD-OB and SKL-AR. Rose succeeds.
RPG: Walter challenges a difficulty of 10. Walter chooses Force and the gifts GAT-WK and SKL-SF. Walter succeeds.
RPG: Adrianna challenges a difficulty of 10. Adrianna chooses Resolve and the gift SKL-WM. Adrianna succeeds.
Walter draws himself up, putting himself between Adri and Cedric. But not between Cedric and Rose.
"I will not," Rose says firmly. "Have my destiny dictated to me. I must decline your offer." She pulls the sword back and moves in low toward Cedric aiming for his heart.
Walter lets the Princess have her go, observing the effects of a being that's beyond mortal and the weapon Rose has chosen.
Adrianna smiles beautifully as Walter moves between her own form and Cedric, but then sidesteps. "This is my quest as well, Walter. I will fight for it." Her gold-tipped blade moves out, the arc graceful, blocking a blow meant for her sister.
Cedric lets out what is an ancient battle cry, once given proudly by Karm, but long since forgotten. As his blade deflects off of Adri's, Rose's own plunges into his ghostly form. There is blood, but it is hard to make a wound fatal when the target is already dead.
Rose's brow furrows but she presses the attack, trying to keep Cedric off balance so he will be unable to defend against anything Walter or Adrianna do.
Walter stares for a few moments, watching the women fight the ghost. Finally he pushes through, letting the stick in his hand slide down to reverse itself. He doesn't swing the stick at the ghost, he jabs the hilt of his weapon instead - the seal on the end coming into contact with Cedric-that-was.
RPG: Walter declares he is consuming token bhh:
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Author: Adrianna Held By: Walter
Date: Fri Oct 23 22:36:11 2009 Focus: 3
Title: An Oak Seal.
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Created via Banishment Seal (REC-BS): rechargeable special token-3 type-magic
Gift description:
When the bearer of this seal gets a consequence in a fight or other situation where he would reasonably be able to physically apply the seal, he may apply it and expend the token to banish the target, sending it back to its home shadow (or as close as possible). To the target, this process seems instantaneous, but it actually takes time equal appropriate to the travel required. Using this ability requires that the wielder have GAT-SK, and the target must be a magical being, as defined in GAT-SK.
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Token Description
Carved into the bottom end of a Sukhoti fighting stick of strong oak is a half-pipe wave. The personal Seal of Walter Karm, it has been slightly modified, an ouroborus encircling the design, eyes flecks of sapphire.
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RPG: Walter used the following +token/use targets: Storms and Spirits - Deep Shadow
Adrianna's sword swings in a small stroke, aimed for the ghost's throat in attempt to silence his further repremands, warnings, and shouts. "Just shut UP," she hisses between clenched, perfectly straight, teeth. Cedric's sword slashes her arm, and it is real enough to leave her bleeding, to make her fall back a pair of steps.
There is a look of surprise on Cedric's face, as the man looks down to Walter, and the seal presssed into him. The flash of light is nearly blinding, and the ghost stands in the center of it. "You can not do this!" are Cedric's last words before the man vanishes, and the light goes low.
Rose draws her sword back and sheathes it in a single, smooth move. Then she moves to her sister and inspects her arm. As she does so, she says, "Good show, Karm."
Walter looks down at the stick, then the empty space. "Hnh," he says. "I like that one," he says to Adri.
Adrianna sheathes her blade, the motion not so smooth. She's bleeding, but the wound is not too deep that it will leave more than a minor scar. "It seems to have worked well," she notes to Walter. To Rose, she gives a minute smile. "Shall we rest, and then continue?"
Rose nods to Adri and says, "Roll up your sleeve." She produces a roll of cloth from one of her pockets then she closes her eyes for a time. When she opens them, she says, "This place will heal you a bit faster, now." Then she looks to Walter. "You, too, should you require it."
Walter looks at his burnt arm and shoulder. "Thanks." He sits down where he is and lays back after shrugging off his pack. "Wake me when it's time to go."