Post by Julian Forbes on Jun 16, 2008 13:45:59 GMT -5
It is said that if a man can overcome any trial or tribulation that crosses his path, he shall secure himself an eternal place in history. Whether this was true or not, Julian Forbes felt that the only thing he was getting for his efforts was grief. After all the things that he had tried to accomplish for the people of Spain, it seemed that they were just snubbing their noses at him. The people of Triangle Tunnel looked up to him for advice and leadership now that Plutus had stepped down, but most of the Tunnellers were still trapped in the Inferius-held Tunnel. Drakborough for sometime had been anti-ministry, and those feelings only intensifed after the Remnant had retreated to protect the town.
All of the presumed allies had either dropped the cause or were unable to be found. Talon Windwaltz refused to help Forbes in his battle against Azrael and choose to remain bottled in his castle. Melia Birchheel, the Potions Mistress and Heiress of the Spanish Familias, was no where to be seen and at this rate Forbes believed that she was inciting the locals against him: it had always been clear that she gruffly accepted the Ministry's help. His list of allies had grown thin and with all the mounting pressures of being a leader, Julian wasn't certain if he would be able to keep himself in control or snap from the stress.
That was why Julian Forbes found himself in Joker's Bar, sitting in the back with a bottle of 1869 and taking a few sips from his glass every so often. How had things gotten to this point? He had managed to escape the wrongfully-imposed death sentence, liberated Malta from the corrupt, and returned to Spain with hopeful views of the future. All those dreams had been dashed against the rocks and every sip that the dark-haired auror consumed. His black hat was placed by his side on the table, and in front of him was a piece of parchment that an enchanted quill was hovering over. Forbes was trying to put down ideas to make any positive changes, from saving kittens to incinerating the Inferi in the Tunnel, but he keep drawing blanks.
"It's hopeless," muttered Julian to himself, the fruity scent of red wine clearly on his breath as he continued to stare down at the parchment in his attempts to change his fortunes.
All of the presumed allies had either dropped the cause or were unable to be found. Talon Windwaltz refused to help Forbes in his battle against Azrael and choose to remain bottled in his castle. Melia Birchheel, the Potions Mistress and Heiress of the Spanish Familias, was no where to be seen and at this rate Forbes believed that she was inciting the locals against him: it had always been clear that she gruffly accepted the Ministry's help. His list of allies had grown thin and with all the mounting pressures of being a leader, Julian wasn't certain if he would be able to keep himself in control or snap from the stress.
That was why Julian Forbes found himself in Joker's Bar, sitting in the back with a bottle of 1869 and taking a few sips from his glass every so often. How had things gotten to this point? He had managed to escape the wrongfully-imposed death sentence, liberated Malta from the corrupt, and returned to Spain with hopeful views of the future. All those dreams had been dashed against the rocks and every sip that the dark-haired auror consumed. His black hat was placed by his side on the table, and in front of him was a piece of parchment that an enchanted quill was hovering over. Forbes was trying to put down ideas to make any positive changes, from saving kittens to incinerating the Inferi in the Tunnel, but he keep drawing blanks.
"It's hopeless," muttered Julian to himself, the fruity scent of red wine clearly on his breath as he continued to stare down at the parchment in his attempts to change his fortunes.