Post by Sandalphon on Mar 26, 2008 21:33:46 GMT -5
ooc: This occurs right as the Shadows attack on the ministry gets into full-swing.
It was quite clearly not a very happy time at the ministry. As the ministry had a stranglehold over the tunnel, it could thusly be extrapolated that it was also not a very happy time for the Triangle Tunnel. Right now there was quite a bit of panic, what with people running every which way now that some auror or another had announced that Scorpius was there, most trying to escape from the tunnel before they became the next victim to Scorpius and his motley gang of thugs. To make matters worse for the ministry, the lord of the forest had also conveniently decided to, at that moment, attack the tunnel himself with a horde of canines under his command, though it was quickly apparent that he acted completely independently of the count, as his own pack attacked both shadow and ministry member alike.
As it was, things were in quite a bit of chaos and, by happy chance, the forces of the ministry were so preoccupied focusing upon what they perceived as the greatest possible threat to their lives that they seemed to have forgotten that the vast majority of the shadows died off around the time of the war. Fortunately, Azrael had been very quick to notice this at that time and had chosen precisely that moment to go about recruiting new followers, as there seemed to be a near limitless number of applicants almost begging for hire into his service. And who was he to turn them down? After all, they were perfectly willing to work long hours without complaint, never even so much of a whisper about wage increase and never had even the slightest thought of unionizing. Still, this wasn’t about Azrael’s clearly superior upper management skills, it was about the fall of the ministry and the, for lack of better terms, the “ass-kicking” of the shadows.
To expound upon this point, right now the relatively undefended borders of the tunnel were quickly being breached in basically every place at once by a shambling horde of undead minions. Leading and directing this horde were some of those that had been present on that same day when Azrael had first begun his undead army, his greater inferi.
One particular one, hooded and cloaked, astride the skeletal reanimated remains of a horse was Sandalphon, Azrael’s herald. Raising a long bony finger, it pointed in the general direction of the Iberian Ministry of Magic building. Feeling Azrael’s ultimate authority relayed through his greater inferi like a sort of magical conduit, they obeyed. What few ministry officials that hadn’t been rushing to try and bring down that head honcho shadow guy before he caused too much havoc were busy trying to make certain the people of the tunnel were safe.
Hefting a giant silver horn where it’s mouth should be, it let out a great clarion call, an eerie and unnatural sound coming from something that had neither lips nor lungs, “All shall submit to the will of the Angelus Morti! All who surrender shall live, all those who oppose us shall perish!” Sandalphon proclaimed in Azrael’s greatly magnified voice. After all, Azrael knew better than the shadows that the lives of people were best not wasted in pointless slaughter. This proclamation had a secondary favorable outcome in that, looking at how vastly outnumbered they were, many of those civilians with wands and aurors who would have made a last stand in their despair were now gathering together to depart the tunnel, unhindered by the inferi as long as they made no threatening motions. Sitting back as the inferi flooded into the tunnel, nearly unopposed, Sandalphon lifting his great horn high into the air.
“HAIL AZRAEL LORD AND MASTER! THE ANGEL OF DEATH! THE ANGEL THAT GIVES US LIFE!"
It was quite clearly not a very happy time at the ministry. As the ministry had a stranglehold over the tunnel, it could thusly be extrapolated that it was also not a very happy time for the Triangle Tunnel. Right now there was quite a bit of panic, what with people running every which way now that some auror or another had announced that Scorpius was there, most trying to escape from the tunnel before they became the next victim to Scorpius and his motley gang of thugs. To make matters worse for the ministry, the lord of the forest had also conveniently decided to, at that moment, attack the tunnel himself with a horde of canines under his command, though it was quickly apparent that he acted completely independently of the count, as his own pack attacked both shadow and ministry member alike.
As it was, things were in quite a bit of chaos and, by happy chance, the forces of the ministry were so preoccupied focusing upon what they perceived as the greatest possible threat to their lives that they seemed to have forgotten that the vast majority of the shadows died off around the time of the war. Fortunately, Azrael had been very quick to notice this at that time and had chosen precisely that moment to go about recruiting new followers, as there seemed to be a near limitless number of applicants almost begging for hire into his service. And who was he to turn them down? After all, they were perfectly willing to work long hours without complaint, never even so much of a whisper about wage increase and never had even the slightest thought of unionizing. Still, this wasn’t about Azrael’s clearly superior upper management skills, it was about the fall of the ministry and the, for lack of better terms, the “ass-kicking” of the shadows.
To expound upon this point, right now the relatively undefended borders of the tunnel were quickly being breached in basically every place at once by a shambling horde of undead minions. Leading and directing this horde were some of those that had been present on that same day when Azrael had first begun his undead army, his greater inferi.
One particular one, hooded and cloaked, astride the skeletal reanimated remains of a horse was Sandalphon, Azrael’s herald. Raising a long bony finger, it pointed in the general direction of the Iberian Ministry of Magic building. Feeling Azrael’s ultimate authority relayed through his greater inferi like a sort of magical conduit, they obeyed. What few ministry officials that hadn’t been rushing to try and bring down that head honcho shadow guy before he caused too much havoc were busy trying to make certain the people of the tunnel were safe.
Hefting a giant silver horn where it’s mouth should be, it let out a great clarion call, an eerie and unnatural sound coming from something that had neither lips nor lungs, “All shall submit to the will of the Angelus Morti! All who surrender shall live, all those who oppose us shall perish!” Sandalphon proclaimed in Azrael’s greatly magnified voice. After all, Azrael knew better than the shadows that the lives of people were best not wasted in pointless slaughter. This proclamation had a secondary favorable outcome in that, looking at how vastly outnumbered they were, many of those civilians with wands and aurors who would have made a last stand in their despair were now gathering together to depart the tunnel, unhindered by the inferi as long as they made no threatening motions. Sitting back as the inferi flooded into the tunnel, nearly unopposed, Sandalphon lifting his great horn high into the air.
“HAIL AZRAEL LORD AND MASTER! THE ANGEL OF DEATH! THE ANGEL THAT GIVES US LIFE!"