Each artifact glowed within the spirit realm where Catherine walked. A slow pulse growing and dimming with their own magic. If inspected close enough a faint string of energy flowed from each to each other and then tied themselves around the witch on the floor. The Templars loved their artifacts, it made the use of magic feel less heretical- though these seemed above and beyond what the group of zealots used commonly.
Upon the thin podium lay a bulbous brass object with a sigil carved into it. The spiral lines mixed into harsh angles entrapping magical intention within. Images of moving shadows cast by fire light, low murmured chanting, and a muted rough scent that if focused on torn at the nostrils. The artifact gave more information while saying far less about its past.
Issac squirmed on the ground, a low whine with stifled sobs echoing from the body to the mind in his unconscious state. Merrick watched Catherine, his eyes narrowed not knowing or seeing what she was doing. He looked around for a moment before yanking the object off the podium and putting it in his pocket. The energy field that had been unseen around the ritual space crackled and died out.
Merrick froze in wait to see what the effect of his sudden action would do. Issac's eyes shot open and he sucked in a breath. Back curving upwards awkwardly to anyone who had never seen a contortionist in person, he flopped back down with a hard hit against the floor. The objects had been placed to affect the witch not to keep people out from the ritual space.
Still shaking, Issac's consciousness barely comprehended the world around him but it called out to Catherine again- grasping for her. Repeated images of the room overlayed within the mind far more clear than they had been in the previously sent cries. His breathing hitched with difficulty. Before Catherine might be able to stop the Goblin he moved around the ritual space and pocketed each item- an amber wrapped cocoon, a knotted yew branch, and a small clay perfume jar with crescent moons carved into it. As the objects tore away from their space Issac's mind panicked louder and louder.