Post by Tiberius Spurius on Apr 16, 2006 16:15:51 GMT -5
The ruins of Triangle Tunnel, a once prosperous establishment that was the gem of all wizarding-business centers in Spain, had only collected more dust as time passed with every day. So far no attempts had been made in reclaiming this plot of land by those that once owned it, so the land stagnated and in turn only more dark shadows whisked from corner to corner. However near one of the entrances to the Tunnel, a set of footprints were imprinted into the dust by a set of heavy boots and a few feet ahead of this small trail was their maker. The nephilim Tiberius, who had yet to make this way here in the past but that was the beauty in one's future. One can always alter some aspect of the past by making something happen in the future.
The 7 foot tall being made his way through the wreckage of wheeled vendors, devastated stores and other buildings that had fallen into disarray from the neglect that came after the attack. Dust rose up after every time he took a step and the clouds of dust that lazily drifted in the air seemed to follow the accursed being though it was not his intent. What was on his mind was finding a particular shadow, but there is trouble in finding such shadows. They are shadows because they do not desire to be found and therefore are ever vigilent and consistantly on the move.
Yet the shadow he was intrigued into looking for was possibly one of the greatest; defining shadow to the very letter. So how was Tiberius supposed to find this being? His plan was rather simple really; he had chosen the Triangle Tunnels to be the spot in which he would wait for this shadow. For all shadows have the tendency to linger behind, and whether this particular one would return out of remorse, nostalgia, or some other reason; Tiberius Spurius would be waiting for him. The lithe, blond nephilim finally made his way into the middle of the Square, the very spot where the Count had first showed himself to the Headmaster of Firefox, though he had no idea of what transpired here.
Tiberius set a calm barrier on his face, showing no emotion whatsoever, but behind that was a barrier of stone; for he had been probed by a wizard in the Past and he vowed not to be fooled a second time. But that time had been in the High Middle Ages, and with so many years of available practice; not even God himself could get into the nephilim's mind unless Tiberius allowed him. And so the accursed being stood stiff and called out into the depths of the deserted places, "Darkest of shadows; you are not the master of them, but you are above them all in power and cunning. Come out from behind your curtain of black hues so that you may look upon me and I the same to you. For I have an offer that I am to make to you regarding the Nephilim, and since you have already seen my brother in action; only a fool would refuse what I am willing to present you and if you are truly the darkest of shadows you cannot be a fool, for the Light would have dispersed you long ago."bg
The 7 foot tall being made his way through the wreckage of wheeled vendors, devastated stores and other buildings that had fallen into disarray from the neglect that came after the attack. Dust rose up after every time he took a step and the clouds of dust that lazily drifted in the air seemed to follow the accursed being though it was not his intent. What was on his mind was finding a particular shadow, but there is trouble in finding such shadows. They are shadows because they do not desire to be found and therefore are ever vigilent and consistantly on the move.
Yet the shadow he was intrigued into looking for was possibly one of the greatest; defining shadow to the very letter. So how was Tiberius supposed to find this being? His plan was rather simple really; he had chosen the Triangle Tunnels to be the spot in which he would wait for this shadow. For all shadows have the tendency to linger behind, and whether this particular one would return out of remorse, nostalgia, or some other reason; Tiberius Spurius would be waiting for him. The lithe, blond nephilim finally made his way into the middle of the Square, the very spot where the Count had first showed himself to the Headmaster of Firefox, though he had no idea of what transpired here.
Tiberius set a calm barrier on his face, showing no emotion whatsoever, but behind that was a barrier of stone; for he had been probed by a wizard in the Past and he vowed not to be fooled a second time. But that time had been in the High Middle Ages, and with so many years of available practice; not even God himself could get into the nephilim's mind unless Tiberius allowed him. And so the accursed being stood stiff and called out into the depths of the deserted places, "Darkest of shadows; you are not the master of them, but you are above them all in power and cunning. Come out from behind your curtain of black hues so that you may look upon me and I the same to you. For I have an offer that I am to make to you regarding the Nephilim, and since you have already seen my brother in action; only a fool would refuse what I am willing to present you and if you are truly the darkest of shadows you cannot be a fool, for the Light would have dispersed you long ago."bg