Post by Marten Broadcloak on Dec 22, 2007 14:10:07 GMT -5
Marten Broadcloak and his Travels:
Many, many years ago, the Society of Shadows wasn't housed in Spain, and it wasn't even housed in Diadem. Those years, when the Society was not nearly as large, their home was in Britain, and it was much smaller, and under an inn in Diagon Alley. The Wizard's Hat was the inn, and the great fortress of Diadem was merely a safe house in some lawless country called Spain.
At this time, though, the Count, Scorpius, was less interested in destroying schools than he was in control of the ministry. Still with the Sword of Shadows and the ring of the Merlin, he was as powerful a foe as ever, and a very good friend to have. He surrounded himself with names which struck awe into Britain, such as Daniel Black, Sid Maul, Louis Rousseau, Saradin the Archivist and Sargas Caecus Lesath. Then, of course, there was Marten Broadcloak.
Of course, you have no clue who Marten is, or was, and he would be happy to know that. Scorpius barely knew the man. He was simply called "That Dark Man" or "Walter", a name he used when in disguise. Marten, though, was the leader of a small, perhaps thirty or thirty-one members in all, branch of the Society, known as the Umbram Indagators. Their symbol was a red eye on the back of a scorpion, and they disappeared shortly before Scorpius was arrested by Marcus Solomon.
Why they disappeared, though, is a mystery to even Scorpius. The entire group had been in their chambers, a large dungeonesque room with few furnishings and filled with piles of old books, and then they were gone. All that were left were the books and a very large mirror which they had taken from the feasting hall shortly before hand. Scorpius had no time to wonder about their mysterious departure, and none of the other 'big-whigs' even knew about the group. They were extremely secretive.
Marten and his Phantasms, as he called the members of the Umbram Indagators, had simply left the world and gone into another dimension. The Count had left Marten with a task a year before their disappearances and then pushed the task to the back of his mind. Marten, though, attached himself to his quest with all his heart. He was to find and develop paths to other dimensions, other worlds. And, he did so, and on the night of his disappearance, using a sacrificial magical ritual, He and the 18 remaining members of the Umbram Indagators, for 19 of them were sacrificed during the ritual, were sucked into another world. The only problem was that Marten and his men lacked a way to return.
Nearly a decade passed in this new world, one filled with beasts and demonic creatures which did not hesitate in ripping most of the 19 men to shreds, until Marten and his slowly dwindling group of Phantasms discovered human beings, followers of a cult leader known as "The Mysterious One". This Mysterious One took to Marten and his men kindly, and soon Marten discovered that this man, shrouded in power, had brought this hell upon the Earth, and he too was a wizard. After five years of working and serving The Mysterious One, Marten, the last remaining Phantasm, convinced the cult leader to give him nineteen men to use. Marten, using a large mirror framed in bones, sacrificed the nineteen men and traveled through the mirror and away from that hell.
Diadem Fortress, Six Years Post-Disappearance.
With a silent pop, Marten Broadcloak found himself standing on top of a mirror amongst the ruins of an unrecognizable fortress. The mirror was shattered, pieces of it all over, and the frame was charred and black. Marten, though, was more worried about where the hell he was. The sky was dark, the land was almost black, and everything was rubble. He quickly threw his cloak around him, covering himself and becoming invisible. There was a reason they were called "Phantasms".
His timing was perfect. Just as he disappeared, six ministry agents apparated around him, wands drawn. They looked nearly as confused as Marten did.
"Where is he?" one asked, looking around at the rubble.
"There should be someone here, the alarm went off and everything!" shouted another, spinning in circles, looking for a sign of life.
"Well, I see nothing but our own shadows, and not Scorpius'. Come on, it must have been a false alarm."
Martens ears pricked up. Shadows? Scorpius? These must be enemies of the Society... but where in god's name was he? He looked around for landmarks, but could find none. Though, the stars looked familiar to him. The air seemed familiar. How long had he been gone from this world? It had been fifteen years in that other world.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Marten asked.
"No, what was it?" One of the agents asked, looking around.
"I only heard your voice, Smith."
"That wasn't me that said that!"
"Than who heard something?"
"I did." Marten said, removing his wand from the pocket on his red leather robes, customary of followers of The Mysterious One.
"Who did?"
At that, Marten threw the cloak off of himself, and with the speed expected from a respected member of the Society, killed all six of the agents. The green light lit the area up for a small moment, showing Marten's shaved and still young face. His hair, though, was freckled with gray.
"Oops, must have been my imagination. Cheerio, mates."
And then Marten disappeared again. He was off to find out what the hell was going on, and where the hell he was.
Many, many years ago, the Society of Shadows wasn't housed in Spain, and it wasn't even housed in Diadem. Those years, when the Society was not nearly as large, their home was in Britain, and it was much smaller, and under an inn in Diagon Alley. The Wizard's Hat was the inn, and the great fortress of Diadem was merely a safe house in some lawless country called Spain.
At this time, though, the Count, Scorpius, was less interested in destroying schools than he was in control of the ministry. Still with the Sword of Shadows and the ring of the Merlin, he was as powerful a foe as ever, and a very good friend to have. He surrounded himself with names which struck awe into Britain, such as Daniel Black, Sid Maul, Louis Rousseau, Saradin the Archivist and Sargas Caecus Lesath. Then, of course, there was Marten Broadcloak.
Of course, you have no clue who Marten is, or was, and he would be happy to know that. Scorpius barely knew the man. He was simply called "That Dark Man" or "Walter", a name he used when in disguise. Marten, though, was the leader of a small, perhaps thirty or thirty-one members in all, branch of the Society, known as the Umbram Indagators. Their symbol was a red eye on the back of a scorpion, and they disappeared shortly before Scorpius was arrested by Marcus Solomon.
Why they disappeared, though, is a mystery to even Scorpius. The entire group had been in their chambers, a large dungeonesque room with few furnishings and filled with piles of old books, and then they were gone. All that were left were the books and a very large mirror which they had taken from the feasting hall shortly before hand. Scorpius had no time to wonder about their mysterious departure, and none of the other 'big-whigs' even knew about the group. They were extremely secretive.
Marten and his Phantasms, as he called the members of the Umbram Indagators, had simply left the world and gone into another dimension. The Count had left Marten with a task a year before their disappearances and then pushed the task to the back of his mind. Marten, though, attached himself to his quest with all his heart. He was to find and develop paths to other dimensions, other worlds. And, he did so, and on the night of his disappearance, using a sacrificial magical ritual, He and the 18 remaining members of the Umbram Indagators, for 19 of them were sacrificed during the ritual, were sucked into another world. The only problem was that Marten and his men lacked a way to return.
Nearly a decade passed in this new world, one filled with beasts and demonic creatures which did not hesitate in ripping most of the 19 men to shreds, until Marten and his slowly dwindling group of Phantasms discovered human beings, followers of a cult leader known as "The Mysterious One". This Mysterious One took to Marten and his men kindly, and soon Marten discovered that this man, shrouded in power, had brought this hell upon the Earth, and he too was a wizard. After five years of working and serving The Mysterious One, Marten, the last remaining Phantasm, convinced the cult leader to give him nineteen men to use. Marten, using a large mirror framed in bones, sacrificed the nineteen men and traveled through the mirror and away from that hell.
Diadem Fortress, Six Years Post-Disappearance.
With a silent pop, Marten Broadcloak found himself standing on top of a mirror amongst the ruins of an unrecognizable fortress. The mirror was shattered, pieces of it all over, and the frame was charred and black. Marten, though, was more worried about where the hell he was. The sky was dark, the land was almost black, and everything was rubble. He quickly threw his cloak around him, covering himself and becoming invisible. There was a reason they were called "Phantasms".
His timing was perfect. Just as he disappeared, six ministry agents apparated around him, wands drawn. They looked nearly as confused as Marten did.
"Where is he?" one asked, looking around at the rubble.
"There should be someone here, the alarm went off and everything!" shouted another, spinning in circles, looking for a sign of life.
"Well, I see nothing but our own shadows, and not Scorpius'. Come on, it must have been a false alarm."
Martens ears pricked up. Shadows? Scorpius? These must be enemies of the Society... but where in god's name was he? He looked around for landmarks, but could find none. Though, the stars looked familiar to him. The air seemed familiar. How long had he been gone from this world? It had been fifteen years in that other world.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Marten asked.
"No, what was it?" One of the agents asked, looking around.
"I only heard your voice, Smith."
"That wasn't me that said that!"
"Than who heard something?"
"I did." Marten said, removing his wand from the pocket on his red leather robes, customary of followers of The Mysterious One.
"Who did?"
At that, Marten threw the cloak off of himself, and with the speed expected from a respected member of the Society, killed all six of the agents. The green light lit the area up for a small moment, showing Marten's shaved and still young face. His hair, though, was freckled with gray.
"Oops, must have been my imagination. Cheerio, mates."
And then Marten disappeared again. He was off to find out what the hell was going on, and where the hell he was.