A Haunting and a Forceful Exorcism

[21:17] Ulysses reached up to his chest, it was happening once again after nearly a year at bay the pain rose as his bran began to glow as the runes pulsed with energy.

"Argh!" Ulysses growled out before falling to his knees and as if he was on fire began to rip off his shirt and armor to reveal the brand in all it's grotesque glory.

"I-Why now..." his fists slammed into the ground as his nails dug into the dirt.

Slowly it would approach the figure came once again as it revealed itself to him once again.

"Embrace the truth...My son."

(Ulysses Visayan)
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[21:21] At first they had no idea what was happening, then... they still had no idea what was happening. A strange brand revealed as that armor and shirt is torn away.

Glancing to their dad,

"Dad.. you should do something about that."

Nonetheless cosmic magic flickered around her hands, wisps of blue coming to form themselves as well.
(Lirien Zanders)
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[21:37] There was a long handful of breaths as Ascalon watched Ulyesses. Closely, his gaze narrowing those hues of tarnished jade merely taking note of the man. This had happened before in the house.

There was a breath, fresh air rushing through the man's lungs. Invigorating him, focusing upon that moment in time. Those heavy lids close in that moment. Then the exhale and they opened once more. When they did there was a slight silver glow to their gaze.

They where gazing through the realms of spirits, tapping into their ancestors sight to provide them a window into truth. There was a but a moment, and only a moment, that the Oscuri did nothing upon witnessing the shade like-figure of Ulysses... Parent, yes, that had been why he was so interested in the old ruins.

Slowly, his left hand rose a glance upon Ulysses was all it took for the Zanders to map out the hundreds of nodes around that brand. It was a brutish curse, one no doubt learned from some moderately powerful Occultist or even a lesser Nethradin.

Whichever had taught the shade hadn't taught him a powerful enough brand. A hand shot forward, mana formed in a tight needle upon the tip of their hand-knife. A dozens strikes hit around the brand. Each strike over-loading the nodes feeding mana to the brand with spiritual energy. Harder to utilize than his reika but not impossible.

For his right hand? It simply closed into a fist, alighting with spiritual energy, the pressure from the old Oscuri was easily felt by those attuned to the spiritual realms. As soon as the last node had been disrupted that fisght shot out to strike the shade.

A vicious right hook that would appear to many to simply pass through the air. Though, to those who could see within the ethereal planes? They'd see the shade's exorcism, by force. Though, it was but a temporary fix. One could not banish a spirit of one's family while that bloodline lived.

The old soldier was over Ulysses within a heart-beat, a powerful hand coming down to trace the brand. Feeling for it's pulse of mana. If he'd succeeded the brand would have been forced into dormancy for some time due to a cut off of mana to support it. If he'd failed, the damnable thing would remain an active anchor point for that damnable shade.

The Oscuri hefted Ulysses upon, aiding the man's weight with his strength. Though, it was clear that a thin layer of sweat had begun to coat the Zanders brow. Eye's looked to Lirien for a moment.

"Liri, help me get young Ulysses to the clinic."
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[21:38] Arlei Zanders exclaims, "Boop~!"
[21:42] Arlei Zanders says, "--Oh. He looks. . messed up."
[21:42] Arlei Zanders says, "Oh. Hey, Magdalen."
[21:43] Ascalon Zanders says, "Fixing."
[21:44] The shade's eyes stared directly into the gaze of Ascalon with his blood filled hues sending a shrill down all those who could gaze upon him. Though quickly this smug look would be brushed away as a fist full of energy would slam into his face.

As if the world around the spirit began to fade out it screamed out a howl that resonated with such intense occult energy that even those who could not bare witness to the spirit directly could feel this light pulse of energy.

Then it was gone.

Ulysses' brand would no longer glow after the calming touch of Ascalon. The young man laid on the ground with light twitches and grunts as the pain settled.

Soon enough Ulysses gathered the strength to lift himself off the ground, his breaths heavy and winded as he let out.

"T-That is why...I must discover the truth...I need to stop this pain...Before it corrupts me...I don't want Terpsi to know...Not yet." his voice fell weak as he dropped to his knees again and caught himself on Ascalon.

"W-Water...Please..."
(Ulysses Visayan)
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