Post by scorp on Feb 6, 2006 10:20:15 GMT -5
Triangle Tunnel.
A busy, bustling, booming magical marketplace of fantastical proportions.
Deep beneath Madrid, wizarding folk from all over Europe sold their goods in this bazaar-like atmosphere. Jesters and entertainers travelled to and fro, doing tricks for whoever would watch. Painters offered to make portraits of visitors, which would often leave the frame before being complete to go look at the lovely pets that were sold nearby. A pair of knights clashed blades constantly outside a magical sword shop. Representatives of the Headless Hunt ran about, knocking their heads here and there, whilst supporters of Spain's top Quidditch team sold memoribilia.
Indeed, all was well in the Triangle Tunnel.
However, within the shadows of this magical, mystical marketplace lurked a type of threat that hadn't plagued Spain in decades. A threat that the wizarding natives had only read about. A threat that their counterparts in Britain normally had to deal with.
A dark wizard with a dark mission....
It was about eleven o'clock in the morning. Whatever time of day or night, Triangle Tunnel was always busy. Wizards, witches, goblins, hags, ghosts, and other magical beings lurked about on their business, same as always. However, this day was different than others. An assortment of wizards that were not seen before in or around Madrid had come to visit, their faces hidden beneath the shadows of their darkened robes. Indeed, several of them were quite famous--and one or two infamous--for their actions elsewhere in Europe. It is most certain that, had they been visible early on, the Triangle Tunnel would have been evacuated or several brave wizards would have attempted to apprehend the individuals.
Alas, they were not discovered until it was all too late....
A man adorning a black cloak with a green tunic beneath it approached the center of the Triangle Tunnel. In this center was a large, triangular stage. Often, this is where special announcements would be made from. It was guarded by a group of six security wizards, each armed with wands of course. They had only suffered a problem once, when a customer drank the wrong type of potion and, sadly, went mad, rushing at the stage with the intent of transforming it into a bathtub before being cursed by the security guards. It is rumored that the poor fellow now spends his days constantly scrubbing himself in a bathtub in the local asylum.
Back to the man in the black and green, though. A very interesting fellow, this man. One of the members of the group that had come to visit that could be called infamous. Indeed, he was one of the most sought wizards in all of Wizarding Britain... But not for the most likeable reasons.
The man looked about, eyes narrowed. He saw two of his accomplices approaching the stage from the other side. Nodding, they each leapt out quite suddenly, wands aimed at the security guards. Quickly muttering spells, three of the security guards fell before they even realized what was happening. As the other three moved in to stop the problem, the man in the black and green stepped closer to the center of the Triangle Tunnel. Raising his wands high into the air, he muttered a single, terrible incantation.
"Morsmordre umbre," he hissed. A flash emitted from his wand. Then, an image appeared on the top of the magical tunnel. An image that caught everyone's attention, high in the air. An image that shot fear into nearly every being present. An image that caused chaos and screaming.
The Dark Mark.
Indeed, the skull and snake had been used by the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort of Britain. As the Dark Lord was no longer here to be using it anymore, Count Robinson Antares Scorpius of the Society of Shadows decided to use it himself. It was different, however, this time. Yes, the green skull and snake floated high in the air, but in purple writing around it were the words Sodalitas a Umbras, with a menacing black scorpion riding atop the snake in the skull.
Playing with the chorus of the screams in the tunnel, hooded wizards wearing the badges of the Shadow Society leapt from the shadows, throwing curses everywhere. Fire started, vendors fell, goods were smashed, pets released, people fled.
Count Scorpius turned and looked at the last security wizard still standing, who had, in turn, glanced over at the Count. Smirking, Scorpius raised his wand towards the aged wizard. "Die knowing that you will not have to suffer what I will do to those who stand against the Society of Shadows," he said. "Avada Kedavra."
A green spark shot at the old guard, who attempted to scream but died before he could. Similar green sparks flew here and there around the tunnel, with similar results.
People panicked. Loud pops were heard everywhere as those who could disapparate did so. Wizards trampled fellow wizards in an attempt to flee the Triangle Tunnel. Scorpius walked up onto the center triangle and looked around, his silver eyes taking in the chaos. It was the perfect way to let everyone know who Spain's newest guests were.
Glancing at his pocket watch, he estimated it would only be a short while longer before more Triangle Tunnel Security Wizards arrived and a militia was created to stop the fighting. Scorpius looked up again, watching as the Shadows just did damage, several of them deciding to steal some goods while they were at it. Indeed, several of the Shadows were given the special task of stealing valuables to take back to their secret, hidden headquarters for the treasury. Even Dark Wizards need a budget.
The Count looked up again at the Dark Mark. This was going to be a fun adventure.
A busy, bustling, booming magical marketplace of fantastical proportions.
Deep beneath Madrid, wizarding folk from all over Europe sold their goods in this bazaar-like atmosphere. Jesters and entertainers travelled to and fro, doing tricks for whoever would watch. Painters offered to make portraits of visitors, which would often leave the frame before being complete to go look at the lovely pets that were sold nearby. A pair of knights clashed blades constantly outside a magical sword shop. Representatives of the Headless Hunt ran about, knocking their heads here and there, whilst supporters of Spain's top Quidditch team sold memoribilia.
Indeed, all was well in the Triangle Tunnel.
However, within the shadows of this magical, mystical marketplace lurked a type of threat that hadn't plagued Spain in decades. A threat that the wizarding natives had only read about. A threat that their counterparts in Britain normally had to deal with.
A dark wizard with a dark mission....
It was about eleven o'clock in the morning. Whatever time of day or night, Triangle Tunnel was always busy. Wizards, witches, goblins, hags, ghosts, and other magical beings lurked about on their business, same as always. However, this day was different than others. An assortment of wizards that were not seen before in or around Madrid had come to visit, their faces hidden beneath the shadows of their darkened robes. Indeed, several of them were quite famous--and one or two infamous--for their actions elsewhere in Europe. It is most certain that, had they been visible early on, the Triangle Tunnel would have been evacuated or several brave wizards would have attempted to apprehend the individuals.
Alas, they were not discovered until it was all too late....
A man adorning a black cloak with a green tunic beneath it approached the center of the Triangle Tunnel. In this center was a large, triangular stage. Often, this is where special announcements would be made from. It was guarded by a group of six security wizards, each armed with wands of course. They had only suffered a problem once, when a customer drank the wrong type of potion and, sadly, went mad, rushing at the stage with the intent of transforming it into a bathtub before being cursed by the security guards. It is rumored that the poor fellow now spends his days constantly scrubbing himself in a bathtub in the local asylum.
Back to the man in the black and green, though. A very interesting fellow, this man. One of the members of the group that had come to visit that could be called infamous. Indeed, he was one of the most sought wizards in all of Wizarding Britain... But not for the most likeable reasons.
The man looked about, eyes narrowed. He saw two of his accomplices approaching the stage from the other side. Nodding, they each leapt out quite suddenly, wands aimed at the security guards. Quickly muttering spells, three of the security guards fell before they even realized what was happening. As the other three moved in to stop the problem, the man in the black and green stepped closer to the center of the Triangle Tunnel. Raising his wands high into the air, he muttered a single, terrible incantation.
"Morsmordre umbre," he hissed. A flash emitted from his wand. Then, an image appeared on the top of the magical tunnel. An image that caught everyone's attention, high in the air. An image that shot fear into nearly every being present. An image that caused chaos and screaming.
The Dark Mark.
Indeed, the skull and snake had been used by the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort of Britain. As the Dark Lord was no longer here to be using it anymore, Count Robinson Antares Scorpius of the Society of Shadows decided to use it himself. It was different, however, this time. Yes, the green skull and snake floated high in the air, but in purple writing around it were the words Sodalitas a Umbras, with a menacing black scorpion riding atop the snake in the skull.
Playing with the chorus of the screams in the tunnel, hooded wizards wearing the badges of the Shadow Society leapt from the shadows, throwing curses everywhere. Fire started, vendors fell, goods were smashed, pets released, people fled.
Count Scorpius turned and looked at the last security wizard still standing, who had, in turn, glanced over at the Count. Smirking, Scorpius raised his wand towards the aged wizard. "Die knowing that you will not have to suffer what I will do to those who stand against the Society of Shadows," he said. "Avada Kedavra."
A green spark shot at the old guard, who attempted to scream but died before he could. Similar green sparks flew here and there around the tunnel, with similar results.
People panicked. Loud pops were heard everywhere as those who could disapparate did so. Wizards trampled fellow wizards in an attempt to flee the Triangle Tunnel. Scorpius walked up onto the center triangle and looked around, his silver eyes taking in the chaos. It was the perfect way to let everyone know who Spain's newest guests were.
Glancing at his pocket watch, he estimated it would only be a short while longer before more Triangle Tunnel Security Wizards arrived and a militia was created to stop the fighting. Scorpius looked up again, watching as the Shadows just did damage, several of them deciding to steal some goods while they were at it. Indeed, several of the Shadows were given the special task of stealing valuables to take back to their secret, hidden headquarters for the treasury. Even Dark Wizards need a budget.
The Count looked up again at the Dark Mark. This was going to be a fun adventure.