Post by Julian Forbes on Nov 14, 2010 20:03:46 GMT -5
All his life Julian Forbes had lived by the over-arching maxim that Justice would prevail in the end: no matter what the cost. He had done this when he first came to the forsaken Spanish lands and after he had gone, but everything he had hoped for had fallen apart. The ICW at first accepted him with open arms, offering him posts and commendations, but Forbes refused their offers as only one goal plagued his mind. Out of everything he could possibly have, he simply wanted to return home as any soldier would and resume his previous life. Naturally this was difficult as he had been previous exiled and his niece now ruled as the Viscountess of Malta.
It was made even more strenuous by the fact that the ICW intervened. They came to his island, saying that they wanted to make sure that civil war didn't break out among the wizards there, and they dealt him a crippling blow. They sided with his niece after everything he had done in their name and they cast him aside as if his ancestry was faulty. He was of pure blood, he had been named Viscount; not this 19 year old girl but Fate conspired against him and once again Julian had nowhere to call home.
Except for the Iberian Penninsula. A place so removed from the wizarding community that he could easily drop off the map to avoid his niece's followers and think of some way to reclaim his birthright. From the reports that he had read before arriving, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening in the general area which was a pleasant first. He surmised that Mustang was still the Mayor of Drakborough, Talon still the Headmaster and since there was no mention of the Diadem Fortress being discovered; Bismarck and Scorpius would still be there.
And it was to the Diadem that Julian went. It had taken several apparations but he found the fortress just as he remembered it: dark and forboding as ever. The dark-haired man wore the garb he was famed for, but it looked more worse than it ever had with fraying bits and blotches of dirt caking it. There was no plume in his felt cap, sodden by the rain, and while this could all easily be reversed through the application of magic it was something Forbes chose to avoid. For the foggy-eyed auror came to the Diadem for two reasons, one his possible salvation and the other a respite from his recent problems.
If Bismarck still held Scorpius here, then Bismarck might be moved by his plight and agree to let Forbes return him to the ICW: possibly then would they agree to hear his plea and restore his title and offices. And if Bismarck could not be moved, then as he had nowhere else to turn to...perhaps he could still talk to Scorpius. After all if there was anyone apt at dealing with the strategies of the ICW it would be the Count; all he needed was an audience and see what Scorpius might want in return.
Finally reaching the iron-wrought gates of the Fortress, Julian pulled his wand out of his holster and said, "Sonorus" as he pushed it against his voice box. "Diadem Fortress!" shouted Julian Forbes with the volume of one hundred trumpets, "Julian Forbes seeks counsel from Father Bismarck, leader of the Black Forest Church, as he had in the past for he is troubled now and in need of friendly wisdom."DERP!
It was made even more strenuous by the fact that the ICW intervened. They came to his island, saying that they wanted to make sure that civil war didn't break out among the wizards there, and they dealt him a crippling blow. They sided with his niece after everything he had done in their name and they cast him aside as if his ancestry was faulty. He was of pure blood, he had been named Viscount; not this 19 year old girl but Fate conspired against him and once again Julian had nowhere to call home.
Except for the Iberian Penninsula. A place so removed from the wizarding community that he could easily drop off the map to avoid his niece's followers and think of some way to reclaim his birthright. From the reports that he had read before arriving, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening in the general area which was a pleasant first. He surmised that Mustang was still the Mayor of Drakborough, Talon still the Headmaster and since there was no mention of the Diadem Fortress being discovered; Bismarck and Scorpius would still be there.
And it was to the Diadem that Julian went. It had taken several apparations but he found the fortress just as he remembered it: dark and forboding as ever. The dark-haired man wore the garb he was famed for, but it looked more worse than it ever had with fraying bits and blotches of dirt caking it. There was no plume in his felt cap, sodden by the rain, and while this could all easily be reversed through the application of magic it was something Forbes chose to avoid. For the foggy-eyed auror came to the Diadem for two reasons, one his possible salvation and the other a respite from his recent problems.
If Bismarck still held Scorpius here, then Bismarck might be moved by his plight and agree to let Forbes return him to the ICW: possibly then would they agree to hear his plea and restore his title and offices. And if Bismarck could not be moved, then as he had nowhere else to turn to...perhaps he could still talk to Scorpius. After all if there was anyone apt at dealing with the strategies of the ICW it would be the Count; all he needed was an audience and see what Scorpius might want in return.
Finally reaching the iron-wrought gates of the Fortress, Julian pulled his wand out of his holster and said, "Sonorus" as he pushed it against his voice box. "Diadem Fortress!" shouted Julian Forbes with the volume of one hundred trumpets, "Julian Forbes seeks counsel from Father Bismarck, leader of the Black Forest Church, as he had in the past for he is troubled now and in need of friendly wisdom."DERP!