Next batch of spells!

Memoratum defendre memorarius: A thaumaturgical spell utilizing a bit of hair twisted together and threaded into a ring and the caster's blood. Protects from mind fog.
Summer Knight: "I tied off the improvised string and touched the bead of blood on my thumb to the knot...The energy rushed out of me and into the spell, wrapping tight around the string and pressing against Murphy. A wave of goose bumps rippled up her arm, and she drew in a sudden sharp breath."

Interressari interressarium: A simple tracking spell utilizing a compass that points in the direction of the target.
Fool Moon: "Energy rushed out of me, swirled within the focusing confines of the circle I had drawn, and then rushed downward into the compass with a visible shimmer of silver, dustlike motes. The compass needle shuddered, spun wildly, and then swung to the bloodstain on the dome like a hound picking up a scent. Then it whirled about and pointed to the southeast, whipping around the circle to hover steadily in that direction."

Entropus: Counterspell for summoned creatures.
Death Masks: "The counterspell worked. The serpents writhed and thrashed around for a second, and then imploded, vanishing, leaving behind nothing but a coating of clear, glistening slime in their place."


Forzare:
Dead Beat: "The sigils on the staff burst into sudden, hellish scarlet light, as bright as the blaze of my shield, and shimmering waves of force flowed out from me. They flooded out over the sidewalk, under the Toyota parked on the street nearest Cowl. I snarled with effort, and the Hellfire force abruptly lashed up, underneath the street side of the car. The car flipped up as lightly and quickly as a man overturning a kitchen chair. Cowl was under it."

Dead Beat: "The runes on the staff burst into smoldering scarlet light. There was a thunderstorm's roar, and raw power, invisible and solid, lashed out of the end of my staff. It whipped across the shop, knocking books from the shelves on the way, and hit the ghoul in the chest. It lifted him off his feet and sent him smashing into the plywood-covered door. He went through the wood without slowing down, out over the sidewalk, and into the wall of the building across the street, where he hit with a crunch."

Dead Beat: "Unseen force struck the zombie like an ocean wave, flinging it back up the stairs and out of sight."

Dead Beat: "There was no flash of light with the release of energy—I'd kept the spell tidy enough to avoid that. Instead it all went into kinetic force, snapping the plate glass as cleanly as if I'd used a cutter, and bending the center bars out into a neat bow shape, large enough to slip through."

Dead Beat: "A lance of unseen force lashed out at Corpsetaker, but the necromancer leapt back and away from it."

Dead Beat: "Unseen force lashed out at the ground behind me and flung me up at an angle. I hit the branches of the tree maybe ten feet up and scrambled wildly to grab one."

Dead Beat: "Cowl swiftly crossed his hands at the wrists, forming an X shape with his arms, aligning defensive energy before him—but he hadn't been quite swift enough, or else he hadn't reckoned on how much energy he had to deal with. The lash of raw, scarlet force hammered him hard on the right side of his body, spinning him around and stealing his balance. He stumbled in a corkscrewing motion, and went to the ground."




Spell from Cowl:
Dorosh: same effect as Dresden's "Forzare"
Dead Beat: "He hit me with raw, invisible force—pure will, focused into a violent burst of kinetic energy. I knew it was coming, my shield was ready, and I braced myself against it in precisely the correct way. My defense was perfect. It was all that saved my life...Cowl hit me harder than any of them.
My shield lit up like a floodlight, and despite all that I could do to divert the energy he threw at me, it hit me like a professional linebacker on an adrenaline frenzy. If I hadn't been able to smooth it out and take the blow evenly across the whole front of my body, it might have broken my nose or ribs or collarbone, depending on where the energy bled through. Instead it felt like the Jolly Green Giant had slugged me with a family-sized beanbag. If there had been any upward force on it, it would have thrown me far enough to make me worry about the fall. But the blow came head-on, driving me straight back. I flew several yards in the air, hit on my back, scraped along the sidewalk, and managed to turn the momentum into a roll. I staggered to my feet, leaning hard against a parked car. I must have clipped my head at some point, because stars were swirling around in my vision."

Dead Beat: "He lifted one hand from the folds of his dark cloak, and there was no warning surge of gathering power when a wave of vicious force flickered out from his palm and took Ramirez full in the chest. The young Warden hadn't been ready for it. The magical blow lifted him from his feet and threw him backward like a rag doll. He hit the ground twenty feet later, limbs already flopping limply, and lay there without moving."




Spells from Luccio:
Dead Beat: "Fire lashed from her left hand—not a gout of flame like I could call up, but a slender needle of fire so bright that it hurt the eyes to see."

Dead Beat: "She snarled a word, and another searing thread of flame shot over my shoulder about eight inches from my right ear. There was a howl, and I turned my head to see another specter that had been charging my back fall, consumed in scarlet flame."

Dead Beat: "Luccio caught one of them in a grip of invisible power and hurled the un-dead into the ones behind, sending more of them to the ground, but a pair of the zombies got through."




Spells from Morgan:
Dead Beat: "A heavy stomp of his foot sent a ripple through the earth that knocked undead to the ground like bowling pins."

Dead Beat: "A gesture of his hand and wrist and a cry of effort drew grasping waves of concrete and earth up to clamp down on the fallen zombies. He closed his fist, and the earth tightened, drawing back down into the ground, cutting and tearing its way through undead flesh and ripping the zombies to shreds."

Dead Beat: "Morgan lashed his fist out at me, shouting something that sounded vaguely Greek, and the very rocks of the earth rippled up in a wave that flew toward me with incredible speed."




Spells from Ramirez:
Dead Beat: "Ramirez, a fighter's grin on his face, lashed out with some kind of bright green energy I had never seen before, and the zombie nearest him simply fell apart into what looked like grains of sand."

 

It's in White Night (I just finished re-reading it last night >_>), though I can't remember exactly where. I think it was in the fight against Madrigal Raith and Vittorio Malvora, where the fire raced across the floor then swerved around to set Vittorio's leg on fire.

 

It's White Night at the fight in the Deeps with the uber!ghouls.

Ramirez says a little bit after that that it was Vulcanomancy, or volcano magic. I'm interpreting it to be a combination of Earth and Fire magic.

Great job with this kmfrank.

 

Ahh, must have got the two confused. Vulcanomancy sounds pretty nifty though, wonder if he could set off a volcano if he tried hard enough....

 

I bet he could, but I wouldn't advice him to do it, only he went on a Kamikaze mission against some really bad and powerful (and killable) foe.
But it would be really great, I'm sure.

 

Yeah... setting off a volcano might be a bit risky if you don't have a means of, you know, getting away. Heh, it might even be the way this post-apocalyptic scenario comes about that Jim has been muttering on. It would probably be Cowl who does it... He's got power in spades and the skill to back it up.

Wonder what it would do to the Nevernever around that area... It's a bit of a strange subject, considering how vaguely the Nevernever resembles the real world, though I imagine all the emotional distress caused in the area would have an effect. Heh, it sounds kinda like the Warp out of Warhammer 40k now that I think about it .

 

2 words.

Ebenezar. Krakatoa.

 

Didn't Eb do the volcano thing once. I think he did, so it is possible. But I wouldn't recommend doing so, as he'd probably kill someone in the process. And if Harry did it, The Senior Council can do it as well.

Edit: Ninja'd

 

Truthfully, I see setting off a volcano as thaumaturgy, rather than evocation. Evocation would be, like, splitting the ground and having flames shoot out of it, which Harry did. Of course, attempting that nearby a volcano might set it off too.

Of course, the satellite thing of McCoy's could be either - he might have collected a bit of a bunch of satellites a long time ago while they were being built, and kept it for thaumaturgy, or (more likely) used a bit of Earth Magic magnetism to do it. Which makes Earth Magic into a whole new kind of whupass, really, far above some of the parlor tricks we've seen from it.

Anyway, here's the next batch of spells from Proven Guilty.

Forzare:
Proven Guilty: "Unseen power lashed from my staff, pure kinetic energy that ripped through the air and hit the maniac like a wrecking ball. The blow drove him back down the aisle, through the air. He hit the projector on its stand. It shattered. He went through it without slowing down. He kept going, the flight of his passage tearing through the large projection screen, and hit the back wall with a thunderous impact."
Proven Guilty: "I hadn't ever used quite that much Hellfire before.
Power rushed out of my staff. Usually, when I employed it like this, the force I unleashed was invisible. This time, it rushed out like a scarlet comet, like a blazing cannonball. The force dipped at the last second, then came up at the phage. The impact threw it against the ceiling with bone-crushing force, and at least twice as much energy as I'd intended. The phage came down, limbs thrashing wildly, bouncing and skittering frantically, like a half-smashed bug."
Proven Guilty: "Power lashed through the length of the staff, and there was a hiss and a sharp crack nearly as loud as a gunshot. The chain jumped. I lowered my staff, to find one single link split into two pieces, each broken end glowing with heat. I nudged the heated links to the ground with the tip of my staff, faintly surprised and pleased with how little relative effort it had taken."
Proven Guilty: "Unseen force lashed out, caught up Molly as gently as I could manage it, and flipped her tail over teakettle away from the creature."
Proven Guilty: "Invisible force lashed out and struck the black ice under the Scarecrow like a mortar round. It threw the creature ten feet into the air, spinning end over end. Deadly chips of black ice flew."

Veritas cyclis: Tornado of winds.
Proven Guilty: "The howling winds thundered down into the silent courtyard as if I had torn off an unseen roof. They gathered along my spinning staff, fluttering with lightning the same color as the blazing runes on the staff. I cried out and hurled the winds, not at the oncoming fetches, but at the thousands of bones lying between them and me. The wind picked them up with a wailing shriek; a sudden cyclone of broken bones and shattered armor, spinning them into a whirling curtain. The lead fetches were too late to avoid plunging into the cloud, and the ossified tornado began to rip them apart, battering to pulp whatever was not sheared away by the edges and points of bone and broken shards of ice. Fetches following in their wake skidded to a halt, letting out a startlingly loud chorus of hisses, the sounds filled with rage."

Fuego:
Proven Guilty: "The rear window glass flashed; a hole the size of a peanut suddenly appeared, the glass dribbling down, molten. Bottles exploded as their contents heated to boiling in under a second, spattering that whole section of road with a thin and expensive layer of water."
Proven Guilty: "Flame shot up into the Chicago sky like a geyser, and the explosion of sudden heat broke some windows in the nearest buildings. The van's engine stuttered in protest, and the temperature inside the van dropped dramatically. Lights flickered out on the street, the abrupt temperature change destroying their fragile filaments as my spell sucked some of the heat out of everything within a hundred yards."
Proven Guilty: "Then I blew two-thirds of that dome away in a single blast of light, thunder, and fire. The golden Summer flame hammered straight through the ice and into the Scarecrow. The old fetch was taken off guard, and the lance of fire incinerated what would have been a hip and thigh on a human being."
Proven Guilty: "So I unleashed the fire again, this time so brilliant that it lit dark mountainsides five or ten miles away, so hot that the blowing snow hissed into instant steam in the wake of the flame. When it struck the fetch, it detonated into a blinding conflagration, an explosion that roared so loudly that it shattered every icy replica of a rose vine upon the parapet. What tumbled burning from the faerie skies toward the merciless mountains below could not have been identified as anything in particular. It trailed sparks, soot, and ash, and when it slammed into a granite cliff side, it hit with such force that an icy rockslide was jarred loose from the mountain's slope, burying the fetch under incalculable tons of stone."

 

I would lean towards attributing McCoy's personal specialty towards earth-based magic. In Blood Rites, when McCoy faces Kincaid, it's described as a "low thrum emitted from his steel ring," after which Dresden felt a wave of nausea, and Kincaid's gun flew out of his hand and into the alleyway. Magnetism could easily attribute to the movement of the metal, and nausea is a symptom of magnetic waves, also associated with earthquakes.

Following that supposed train of thought, pulling a satellite out of the atmosphere would be closer to the use of Earth magic rather than Thaumaturgy. Magnetism of any possible metal, or a very precise and focused use of gravity.

 

I'll have to go back and look at the book to be sure but I'm fairly sure that Ebenezar and Harry named that satellite when they were on the farm. So if they did do that then they would have some sort of power over it through it's name I would imagine.

 

Would naming a nonsentient/nonorganic object allow for someone to hold power over it? I wouldn't think someone would be able to summon/spellcast it like that. Earth magic and magnestism are the ones I would most likely believe.

 

Heh, I really don't know if it would or not, I would think that it probably would, but mostly I was just tossing that idea out there.

 

I don't think the fact that they named it would have any effect, as, if I remember correctly, it already had a name. If naming an object would do anything in the first place.

 

Naming an object can have the same significance like naming a human or an animal, but it is how/why you name something and the power behind it.
I think that a new must be somewhat accepted most times, but if enough emotional power is behind it, I bet it could work on objects, too.
But I doubt it would work on the satellite, there wasn't much of a connection there.
MAybe you can work with dolls...take a small child that grows up with a doll that it loves and cares for and gave it a name. The name has a deep meaning for the child as has the doll itself. Maybe that would work.

 

I don't think so. I'm fairly sure that your true name is ever changing based on how you see yourself. Maybe SF is where I read that, don't remember. Anyways, you can't name something yourself and then use that as their true name. If you could, what's to stop, say, Morgan, from telling Harry, "You know, you seem like a Bob to me. From now on, your true name is Bob." Can't do it. Harry still considers himself Harry, so it wouldn't work.

The satellite doesn't have an identity, a life. It's just a hunk of metal. No identity, no name.

 

No, I don't mean to say that everyone can give everyone a new true name.
I was just trying to make a connection between what parents do and a possibility to give a true name /far weaker than a normal true name, but it should have some kind of effect) to an object if enough emotion is in the mix.

Because I think that a true name 'grows' stronger over time. A baby may have such a name, but doesn't really identify himself/herself with it. So maybe naming an object is on the same level of a newly named baby and the first week from this, as long as the name giver is strongly connected with the object. Seldom, but it may be a possibility.

Yes, the name of a mortal change (the way you say it, it is s´normally still the same name, but with a different accent, even if it is only a very small thing), because they change with every big new experience, but no one else but the person him/her-self can change it, mostly an subconscious decision. Fearies and Demons doesn't have this 'problem'. Harry said it himself.

 

You're really missing the point of how the Name works in the Dresdenverse. It's not something to do with other people, it's how a living being views itself, so arbitrarily naming an inanimate object Bob would not have any effect on it because it cannot view itself as 'Bob'. If I decided that from now on I am going to call you Billy the Kid (or Princess Peach or what have you) it wouldn't make a difference to your name unless you began to think of yourself as Billy the Kid (or Princess Peach). See what I mean?

Also, non-mortal creatures can't change their name over time because they are literally the same from the day they are born to the day they die. Not personality wise, obviously, but at the fundamental level they cannot change. I expect it has something to do with freewill of the human soul, or something along those lines.

 

Exactly what I was trying to say, just a little better. An inanimate object has no life, no soul, no sense of self. It's just an object. You could name it all you want, but until that object becomes alive and views itself as that, it won't do any good.

I always just took the Sidhe/Demon thing was like that because they're soulless. You know, they act the way they do because they were created like that. They have free will, but only within set limits. Like the thrice bound equals truth thing. They can't lie if they say something three times, but they could choose to just not say it. Or twist it so you don't understand.

 

They can't lie in the first place, that's why they're masters of deception, because they had no other choice. The thrice bound truth thing just means they have to give a straighter answer than usual, though it pisses them off something rotten if memory serves.

And yeah, that's what I meant in regards to the soul. Humans have a soul and the power to choose how they live their life. Soulless beings like the Sidhe are restricted to behaving in a certain way and are unable to break from that mold. It's like trying to train a wild wolf. You may be able to make it do a couple of tricks (if you're lucky and don't get mauled first ) but underneath it all there are still the instincts of a vicious predator.