Exorcism of the wind-walker

As the Wendigo-driven werewolf appoaches, you notice that you are in the center of a pentacle formed by the mosaic pattern in the castle floor. Probably this was the inner sanctum of the wizard that was burned at stake here in medieval times... The werewolf approaches, its eyes blazing red. Desperately, you try to remember any banishing formula of Judeo-Christian ritual magick, but cannot find any. You have to grasp the last straw of imagination, and thus you chant: "Begone to the nethermost hells of Thasaidon, thy foul beast, abomination to all healthy and sane shape-shifters under the Sun! E�, E�, E�! I banish and exorcise thee in the name of the Great Goddess and the Horned GOD!!!"

Written by ksoik (edited by wanderer)

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