Post by Hector Edwin on Aug 30, 2006 15:45:47 GMT -5
He finally made it. After days of crawling around, walking and flying whenever possible, Hector had reached Diadem Fortress...or what was left of it. The shadow stared at the ruins, rather surprised at the damage that had been dealt since he was last there. Unexpected. Of course, the condition of the castle didn't mean much to Hector. Obviously, he wasn't going to be able to regroup with the rest of the society of Shadows, but that didn't mean the fortress didn't serve as a temporary hiding place while he recovered from his minor injuries. If he was lucky, there may also be food, which he had become desperate for--he hadn't had anything to eat for days, and it was starting to affect him.
He stood before the main gate. It was trashed, and impassible. But that was a problem any mediocre wizard could solve. With a simple wave of one of his wands, the rubble that made up the gate pulled itself together. Now, he stepped forward, with a slight limp. He moved cautiously through the castle, looking for any sign of those from Firefox University. If there were any inside here, he would have to kill them all.
Hector walked quietly in the dark, knowing that lighting his wand would draw the attention of anyone else who happened to be inside the fortress. He could find his way without it anyway.
Post by The White Fandango on Aug 30, 2006 20:23:08 GMT -5
"Hola Amigo; don't take a step further or I'll blast you to the other side of these ruins Amigo.", came a weary but alert voice about 50 feet in front of the newest arrival. The darkness of the Ruins provided shelter to those Shadows that sought to escape back into their realm; only to find that their base had been destroyed and that all their leaders were gone from these lands in one way or another. However; there was those that stayed behind and tried to survive as best they could without attracting attention to their person. They lived off the land and stole at night from the citizens of Drakborough, it wasn't much but it was better than being sent to some Wizarding prison or worse.
"As I said; move a muscle and you will become as silent as the grave, but first I shall shed some light on this situation. Lumos",said the voice and soon from the tip of a wand; the dirtied face of Enrique Columbo was made visible. Living off the land wasn't sitting well with a man that was used to much better than leftovers and trash; he had begun to lose weight that he needed to keep and his muscles began to weary with the passage of Time. The Hispanic man's once white attire had turned darker from toiling in the dusty ruins, trying to scratch out a simple living in the current decline of his Life. Still wearing his fedora, the man known as the White Fandango to his foes was sitting on the ground, his lite wand pointing at Hector, and in the Columbian's lap was a corpse.
It was a woman that was about 5 feet 10 inches tall, 4 inches smaller than the Hispanic Shadow, and her striking figure was noticable even in death. It was the body of Katrina Rossetti; the Shadow who he had promised his heart to and the singular reason why he joined the Organization in the first place. There was so much the two of them had wanted to do; once the War was over their tenure was up and they would be free to marry. After that they had planned to visit their native countries before settling down in Naples. But that future was not meant to be; Katrina had fallen in battle when Enrique had been off fighting Exvind, and he had been too late to save his beloved.
Eyes that once danced with passion at every gamble he took in Life, he took one too man and lost everything. Looking up at Hector with eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, Enrique said,"So why are you here Amigo? You some glory seeking from Drakborough out to bag yourself a Shadow? Well you've found one but we aren't made for bagging; we bag you."
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2006 17:56:46 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
Post by Hector Edwin on Aug 31, 2006 2:08:06 GMT -5
Normally in the sort of situation, Hector would simply turn around and start casting curses in flurries until the enemy was dead. Needless to say, however, the circumstances weren't normal. He was worn out to a point of struggle to stay awake, so if he tried to fire off flurries of spells, he would likely collapse. Furthermore, The stranger had his wand pointed at Hector. He was ready, and Hector...wasn't. If Hector decided to make any move against he other, he would be 'blasted to the other side of the ruins', as the stranger put it.
And so, Hector was forced to take a peaceful stance. It wasn't a position that Hector was familiar with. And so, Hector had to listen to the other shadow babble on about something to do with glory seeking Drakborough people. It infuriated Hector. Being called a glory seeker, not to mention the superior act this guy was putting on. It made it difficult for Hector to restrain himself. Still, his sensible side managed to convince him that meeting with one of his former comrades was a blessing.
Naturally, Hector couldn't help but notice the corpse of some woman who was probably once a shadow herself. It didn't take much to realize that this woman was the other man's former lover. Once again, his sadistic instincts took over, and he couldn't hold back a smirk. Despite all that the White Fandango desired to hear in response from Hector, he only came up with four words: "Who's the dead broad?"
Post by The White Fandango on Aug 31, 2006 15:29:35 GMT -5
"Look; drop the smirk and don't call her a broad again", snapped Enrique; his nerves getting closer to being on the edge, "If we had won, and by all odds we should have won; she would've been my wife and I will not sit here and listen to you talk about her like that." Cradling Katrina's head to his chest, the hispanic man gently looked down at her beautiful face and sighed deeply. They could've had it all; they just gambled what little they had and lost. However Enrique was one to move on; another lost bet meant there were more to be won in the future, but none of those pots could be as sweet as his Katrina.
Placing the corpse's head down on the dusty ground with the utmost care, Enrique stood to his full height (which was 6'1") and eyed Hector closer. The man didn't seem like a villager come to think of it; that sadistic look on his face was one that he had seen many Shadows use during his time with them. And those eyes; they belonged to a killer, so it only made sense that this was one of his fellows...abieit one that was quite cruel when others were suffering.
"So Senor; if you are not a villager, then care to tell me who you?"
He had finally gotten out of the school, and was now on the grounds, gazing in wonder at the ruins that made up the once-proud castle exterior. Towers had been toppled, there were sections with crumbling walls, but the most prominent feature was the stench of death; though the bodies that no doubt littered the grassy field were taken away, the essence of death itself inhabited the warm summer breeze. And to think, he had been within the school during the entire battle, causing havoc wherever he could? The thought sickened him, but what's done is done. Indeed.
The walk, hours long in his condition, was a colorless one. Whereas normally he would gaze upon the river, now he had a massive, ugly crater too look upon; a reminder of the destruction that had taken place here. As if I need one. He still wore the elegant purple Lich's robes given to him by Unknown; though they were stained with the blood of students slain before his wrath, even he could not deny the usefulness and power contained in them. No, he decided to wear them; in his side pocket lay the charred and cracked stick that had once been his wand, the tool of his power, now, until he could figure out a way to repair it, the wand was of no use - either way, nothing was useful to him if he could not channel magic and call upon it, his only means of defense. Until then, he was at the mercy of any stray beast or brigand whom he happened to cross paths with.
~
That fate, fortunately, did not befall him. Muryllis finally entered the clearing that marked Diadem and - his blood ran cold, for the entire fortress was demolished. What sort of damned-to-Hell idiots could do this? The ex-Redeemer did not, however, wait to find out; a door of the fortress gate swung open, and a hollow wind invited the boy in. Let him pass... He approached the door and entered it, and suddenly slumped over half-conscious, his head feeling light. It felt.. it felt.. like he was inflated with magic. But why? Why here? Perhaps because it is the domain of Lord Unknown, his thoughts answered; something clicked, but the entire puzzle was still indiscernible.
Sliding the cracked wand out of his pocket, it felt strangely familiar again; it was no longer an ominous magical presence to him as it had been when he was silenced. However, it was still broken, but that was scarcely a problem, given his training in various effects that would prove useful to a powerful wizard. Holding the wand out in his left hand, he drew his right index finger down the length of the wood, and it was sealed, all the contents restored to their original state. Now, it felt almost exactly as it had back when he had first had it made for him; eight years ago, in Rome. Then came the voices.
Further down the hall, a light flashed, bobbing around like a Muggle light bulb. The voices of grown men, a hint of tiredness in them, echoed around the corners - Muryllis knew exactly where they were, and exactly how to get there. The walk was brief, and he silenced his footsteps while simultaneously applying a charm that allowed him to see more clearly in the darkness - a charm safer and more efficient than the relic Lumos. His targets were soon seen - two members of the Society, both of whom he had seen before, and only one of whom he had personally talked to, however briefly. Modifying the night vision charm to adapt to the presence of wand light in the room, the boy entered the chamber, simultaneously returning natural sound to his movements. He had no doubt these two men knew him - or at least of him - enough to fear and respect him, because one wrong move would net the two pathetic excuses for men slow, gory deaths and the full wrath of Unknown's memory...
That thought was so harsh, so pure of bloodthirsty desire, that it momentarily stunned him - but he kept up his pace, eventually joining - and interrupting - the two men and the deceased woman. "Well, men," he began, with months of practice in these very halls giving him an assuredness in his voice rarely present in that of others. "Squabbling aside," he continued, inspecting the newly-repaired wand with interest, "tell me what has happened in the past few weeks. I'm afraid a magical mishap rendered me unconscious for a time." Here he was, talking to members of the dissolved Society as with normal friends on a warm Sunday evening; he was, after all, an ex-Shadow now - but the bond was still there; the three of them were veterans from the unappreciated side, and the three of them were likely hated and despised outside of this company; at least, Muryllis was sure he was.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2006 18:50:16 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
Post by Hector Edwin on Sept 2, 2006 1:02:48 GMT -5
Hector was sorry he asked. Listening to the man rant about his would be wife was more than any man like Hector could handle. If it needs to be said, the shadow did not want to continue this conversation. He began considering options of escape, but with the entrance of another, it was no longer necessary.
He was surprised that there was yet another shadow in the remains of Diadem. When he had seen the place in ruins, he had not expected anyone to be inside. Now, there were two others: the annoying man, and the one who Hector quickly identified as the redeemer. Seeing that the Redeemer was still on their side, he naturally concluded that Syrus must be somewhere in the castle as well. After all, it was common knowledge that he was Syrus's apprentice, so it was natural to think that he had placed an imperius curse on the boy who was once a student at Firefox University.
Of course, all shadows were away of the redeemer's status and power. Hector himself had seen his power first hand, and could not help but admit that it was well outside anything he had ever done, and powerful too. Therefore, the redeemer was one of the few people Hector respected as a superior.
Now, since the Redeemer had acknowledged Hector as a shadow, there was no need to explain himself to the man in white.
In response to the Redeemer's question, all Hector could say was, "Nothing at all. I bet Scorp has run off somewhere to huddle in a corner feeling sorry for himself."
A low chuckle as pure as the Shining Lake sounded in the room where the three men were gathered. Evilyn was shocked to see that other shadows still remained. She had been haunting the Diadem ruins of late, not having anything else to do with her now pathetic existence, and had seen naught but nature reclaiming the stronghold. The naiad removed herself from the shadowed wall and stepped into view of the group. Her skin no longer held the same bloodlust glow it had before, it seemed to drain out when Lord Unknown disappeared without a trace. He had been all Evie was fighting for really, and the reason she had gone to the trouble of kidnapping the headmistress during the raid only to have her snatched away by some mysterious form of pureist white magic. "You had best watch your tongue when you are within the ruins of he whom you disgrace. Who knows what spells and curses he put on this land. Scorp!us was a very...creative man." It was then that her attentions were turned to the Redeemer. "Muryllis. It is good to see you again." The bitterness in her voice was slight, but there. She still harbored ill-thoughts towards the former shadow for being her Lord's favorite. Unknown had rarely acknowledged Evilyn had been under his rule, yet raised the boy far above his place.
((Scorp!us has been done in by the profanity filter... I personally use an exclamation point now ))
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2006 19:07:29 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by The White Fandango on Sept 4, 2006 20:58:32 GMT -5
This party kept on getting merrier and merrier, didn't it? Enrique was getting feed up with this cold bastard that was standing in front of him; he despised people that lacked passion and Enrique was raised on the concept that one must be passionate about all aspects. One had to be passionate about the work they did, passionate in their choices, and passionate in love or death. Thank God Enrique wasn't feeling up to it, because he had half a mind to punch this shadow square in the face; however, before he was given the chance to do so he was interrupted by another presence.
He had never seen or heard of Muryliss before; for Enrique Columbo wasn't a high-ranking shadow at all. He was just a simple man making best of what he got his hands on, and the White Fandango was known for his few successes in the Society. But he did recognize the robes of the Redeemers and something else...that voice seemed familiar but Enrique didn't know who to place it to; certainly someone high up in the Society and not Scorp!us. The Hispanic man opened his mouth to reply, but was beaten by Hector and probably it was for the best since Hector was probably higher in the food chain than Enrique. And just as the former shadow suspected; Hector's report was as bland as his flavorless personality.
This time Enrique stepped foward, but was interrupted a second time by a nymph. Fumming silently to himself by pulling down the brim of his fedora slightly and muttering under his breath some, the White Fandango waited for the being to finish before he added his piece to the puzzle. "Adding on to what our friend said before; I have no idea how many of us are still out there or even in Spain for that matter. For all we know; we could be the last few memebers in Spain and there isn't much we can do in so hostile an environment.", explained Enrique in a calm voice, "But since none of the head men have made their presence known to us, I guess that makes you the leader Kid. And just who are you that intend to led us?"
"I'd personally like to know the name of my employeer before I begin full working hours again."
With all that was going on in this darkened chamber, Muryllis had to pause to take a look at his own self; contrary to what he would expect at this moment, in his situation, the boy was, despite the dark robes he wore, quite himself. He did not have the sinister glare in his eye that would accent another in his position, nor did he carry an air of evil - he did, however, carry the air of power and leadership, and these rats were wise to realize and accept that.
The idiot Hector's rude comment was what momentarily changed the Ravenclaw's kind looks; his eyes flared up, and one could perceive a sudden chill when he spoke. "You will not defile our good Count's name, fool, for though the Society is leaderless now, the power of him and the rest still exists in this world." His statement was backed up by the sudden appearance of a certain Naiad Muryllis hadn't seen in quite a while.
"Indeed, Evilyn, this meeting is becoming all the more charming." Of course he could sense her bitterness; and, judging by their previous positions within now-old Society, he could assume why. "You have no reason to hold dislike for me, Nymph, for you and I both know that Unknown sought to abuse the power Syrus had nurtured within me; you know perfectly well that I did not wish for this to happen, nor did I care for it. My body was taken over by a greater magic than I could defeat; it was overcome only once Unknown had finally vanished from this world."
Quite suddenly, the Ravenclaw realized that none of these Shadows were aware of the deaths of Unknown and, as he had found out on his way to Diadem, Syrus. "Unknown had been destroyed shortly after I fell unconscious; this was after he and I discovered the passage into the Chamber of Secrets, and he forced me into the realm of sleep in order to allow the Count Scorpius to enter the Chamber - I can only imagine that our Count met his demise there, but there is room for hope." At this, he glared at Hector; his gaze was the equivalent of being pierced with shards of ice, for he held the deepest respect for Scorpius. "As for Syrus, he took his own life in the middle of an elaborate ritual circle; I do not know what he had prepared before his passing, for there was still much magic left for him to teach me."
"As it is," he said, listening in on Enrique's report, "the four of us know perfectly well that unless we survivors can get our acts together, a new life without the comfort of the Society will be a wonderful reproduction of Hell. Assuming that we can rebuild the vital parts of Diadem and leave them covered and hidden by rubble, this fortress will prove to be a safe haven for Shadows not willing to begin a new life. I personally will take over the Shadow Temple, Syrus's region of Diadem which is hidden deep underground, and likely untouched."
"As for my name?" The boy smiled to Enrique; he expected coolness, and he even respected it - just as long as the suicidal fool didn't go overboard with it. "I am Muryllis Antonius, a previous student of the Roman school of Nostri Magi, a current seventh-year student at the nearby Firefox University, the apprentice to Syrus Korodin, one of his esteemed and powerful Redeemers, and, during the recent war, a potent weapon abused by Lord Unknown." The last part he said through gritted teeth, and the point was made - this boy, however kind and honorable beforehand, had been wrung and twisted into a very cunning and dangerous enemy.
((I wrote this four hours before the beginning of my first day of school; give me a break.))
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2006 1:01:53 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
"Unknown...is gone? For good?" Evilyn dropped her head, her long raven hair veiling her face as a single tear was shed for her former master. It froze into a perfect drop-shaped crystal on her cold cheek and was briskly wiped away. She regained her composure in time to hear Muryllis utter "I personally will take over the Shadow Temple, Syrus's region of Diadem which is hidden deep underground, and likely untouched."
"Rebuild the Diadem?" She pondered upon this idea. What would they do with it after its completion? Remain in hiding? Evilyn's vote was against that. But if they could take back the stronghold, make it their own..."If you shall lay hold on the Shadow Temple, then I shall claim the Lair of Serpents, Unknown's realm. Perhaps I can put the torture chamber back into use, no? What do you think, Redeemer? It seems the title of Leader had been place upon you."
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by The White Fandango on Sept 5, 2006 19:42:28 GMT -5
"Forgive my lack of knowing Redeemer Antonius; some of us here are just ordinary shadows that do all the work for the higher ups and aren't told these things", said Enrique as he bowed, stopping at his waist, before straightening once more. So this is what it was coming to; Muryliss first spoke of remaking the glory of the Society bit by bit and remaining hidden to the eyes of all. This was something that the hispanic man could follow; this was an ideal that he could believe in once more that stressed that how without an almighty mountain of resources to call upon, these few would need to rely on one another.
What popped that bubble was when Muryliss ruined the communistic dream that Enrique was having; the Redeemer wanted Syrus' old quarters for himself and once he said that the Nymph just had to jump in too, and demand that the Torture chamber of her master be given to her. That was too much for the Hispanic man to take; he didn't want to see power classes be made again, but it had happened any way like any society would work. Of course a group needed a leader, but Enrique liked when the leader had the exact same power over the group as the rest of the members did. This Muryliss, competent he may be, but Enrique had had enough of him; he would wait out his time somewhere nearby.
"I hate to burst your bubble, but this just seems too surreal to me", said Enrique the fingers of his right hand tightened on his wand; his eyes flashing as the passion that he had been taught to carry began to boil over. "You come to us know, you; only a Redeemer and not a well known one, and you claim leadership of the Society of the Shadows. Scorpius still might be alive you say, but what about the other leaders! I'm not stupid Muryliss; there was Daniel Black, there was Vlad, there was the Archivist, and there was that vampire! Anyone of these people could return and kill us all for joining this little venture of yours. And for a second I thought that you still carried a hint of greatness about you; but no, for you want power only for yourself."
"I'm sorry Muryliss; you've failed to spark my interest in this venture of yours", said Enrique as he began to back away from the assembled group; this time his wand held out in front of him as a warning, "I'd love to, but can't find myself really enjoyed by this new calling. From what I see, Greed has taken over you fallen shadows and that's what drives you onward; I joined for other reasons then Greed. That and the Society under the Count was the greatest in it's entire history, so I fear your attempt to re-create it will be lack-luster at best. The odds are stacked against you in this venture and now you number only three. Farewell my old comrades; it's sad to see what you want this Neo-Society of Shadows to be."
"And before I forget; Adios los senores del Diadem. Rest in peace and sigh to see what your accomplishments have fallen to.", said the White Fandango as he snapped the fingers of his left hand. And with that the man apperated away; off to keep under cover until something he could truly follow once more arose.
He chuckled; Evilyn's enthusiasm at the mention of rebuilding struck Muryllis in an interesting way, for his original intention was to help Shadows who had nowhere to run, and he truly never had the idea of ruling a newer, more powerful Society. How could that possibly work? He was merely a boy, not even of age in the wizarding world, who, by a pure stroke of chance had gained more than he could have hoped for.
'What do you think, Redeemer? It seems the title of Leader had been place upon you.' What did he think? "Though I hold great knowledge and greater power than most, I don't think... " but he was cut off, for Enrique's fantasies had been torn apart by Evilyn's proposal. His words stunned him; did the fool just call him greedy? Did he accuse Muryllis, the all-powerful Muryllis, of taking over the post of the late Count Scorpius with an implied lack of care? "You.. " but the words faded off, for Enrique was backing away, his wand raised in an idiot's attempt to defend himself from the Redeemer.
The Redeemer; 'only a Redeemer and not a well known one,' His blood boiled; this 'unknown' Redeemer held one of the more powerful positions within the entire Society, and Muryllis was being blamed by a pathetic roach for his own stupidity and ignorance? The idiot, he thought, but Enrique had already disapparated; "like the coward he is, and the coward he claims I am. No, he won't slip away this easily," he muttered, and raised his own wand into the still darkness, Evilyn and Hector standing nearby.
After a faint show of glowing beams across the wand's smooth surface, he jerked it back suddenly. With a crack that sounded like an apparation possessed by something horrid, the shape of the White Fandango appeared suddenly, brought back to Diadem by the Redeemer. "You do not underestimate me, disrespectful rat, nor do you doubt me." He showed a sinister grin; Enrique's wand suddenly appeared in Muryllis's left hand, dangling uselessly as if taunting its owner for his defenselessness.
"I never said I wished to take over the Society, nor did I ever imply it, fool. I know perfectly well that more fit leaders possibly still exist; I know that far better than you do, if you consider me 'not well known'. As for greed," his grin died down to a deathly scowl, "the only thing I thirst for is knowledge, which is why I claim the lair of Syrus for my own devices; if the rest of the survivors consist of idiots like yourself, then I doubt there is any reason for you to want control of it as well. Whatever may reside there has far more worth to me than to you; Evilyn's case is no different, for we both wish to care for the domains of our former masters."
"Your actions warrant a painful death by my hand, Enrique - I assume you know that quite well, for you now also know that you can't possibly insult me and hope to live. However," he said, watching in thought as the man's wand glided back to him, hovering before his nose, "I shall let you live, for I understand your fear at this dark hour. I assure you that I do not intend to ruin the Society; it was evil, thus not able to be ruined further, but its members are now victims to a massive defeat, and I wish to keep them in order - the age of the evil Society has passed, and now we must sort and care for the remains. I am no longer a member of this Society, and neither are you, or Hector, or Evilyn, or anyone else. We are the remains."
"Now then." With his former calmness and composure restored as if nothing had ever happened, he continued with his plan. "The surviving Shadows with no place to run should return here; Diadem consists of an elaborate network of underground chambers and passageways, and these may be utilized after simple renovations involving simple magic. This council must decide something soon, for there are those in the school who would send me to Azkaban if they found out I was helping the defeated enemy live normal lives." His own mention of Azkaban managed to send a shiver down his spine - though what he was doing was, in all technicality, more good than bad, the opposition was immense; he was risking his life, but it was what had to be done. "Any ideas?"
((Third sleepless day... my [non-existant] quality is plummeting ))
(ooc: Your quality is going up, freak. Don't sleep more often. )
A trio dressed in black robes made it's way over toward the talking former shadows, the one in the lead walking with a slight limp. All three wore hoods, and all three didn't say a word as they Reached Muryllis, automatically recognizing the leadership because of everyone staring at him. Unless, of course, Muryllis had said something retarded and made everyone stare at him and not say anything for several minutes. Of course, that's basically leadership in a nutshell.
The three child kidnappers (not to be confused with molesters) stayed silent. They had arrived just in time to hear Murehzamaz0rzs' last paragraph or so, and Hatchet spoke up at the question of 'any ideas?'. The voice that came out sounded.. well.. burnt. o.o "I don't pretend to be part of this 'council' you're speaking of.. but may I ask... Do you have any way of communicating with any other surviving members of this now dead society? I mean.." He paused to cough once, twice, three times. "There has to be more than.. -this-... and they may need.. medical assistance."
(ooc: Hows that for suck, eh? XD)
Tomatowned, hah!!
Last Edit: Sept 7, 2006 23:42:21 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
"Remember mortal, as you walk by, As you are now, so once was I! As I am now, so will you be. So prepare thyself, and follow me!
My, what a bit of melodrama," came a voice from behind the group. Sitting at the place where the Grand Gate to the Fortress lands once stood was an obsidian rock with that engraved on it, and standing before that was a somewhat-short man dressed rather festively. "Leave it to the County to try scare people even when he is believed by most to be dead, eh?"
The jester-looking fellow turned his eyes towards the group of ex-Shadows now standing in the ruins of their former home, arguing over things. Typical. He gave them all a boyish grin. His smirk fell first on Hatchet.
"Aww... Is the Society of Shadows going to open up their very own knights hospitaller branch now? That's thoughtful," said he, skipping over towards them. He eyed Muryllis. "Ah, one of Lord Korodin's boys. But, wait... Hehe... I see the other one deep within you. You certainly do have the embattled conscience!"
Chuckling, he walked on over to a rock nearby and took a seat. "Well... We have a man with a white fetish, a water nymph, a trio of over-caring hoods, a no-body wizard with sunglasses, and an egocentric boy with too much power for his own good," concluded the stranger after surveying the group. "Well, I suppose there is good news from all of this. Things for the Society of Shadows can only go up from here!"
Giggling again, he leaned back on the rock and folded his hands behind his head, watching the ex-Shadows with gleeful interest.
Evilyn watched as the Redeemer unleashed his wrath upon the rude former-shadow; a glimmer of her former lust for evil resurfacing in her eyes. She was about to apologise for suggesting Muryllis take controll of the reconstruction when the three mysterious hooded figures entered the fray only adding more confusion to the topic. But the most mind-boggling of all was yet to come in the form of a rhyme. This creature...this...jester dared to enter the Diadem ruins to taunt those gathered. From this Evilyn had to take a step back from the group.
"Just wait a damned moment. I believe there have been a series of misunderstandings here. I do not wish to partake in a refuge for injured former shadows. I plan on claming the Serpentine Lair, or what is left of it, for my own personal use in continuing the torment of Firefox University. No more, no less. You lot can do whatever you like with what remains."
ooc: I know the Serpentine Lair has been obliterated, just work with me people....
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