Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 2, 2006 23:01:16 GMT -5
Midnight is often called the witching hour, while 3 A.M. is considered the Devil's Hour. The withching hour was not appropriate, and neither was the hour of the devil, so the Enigmatic Man came directly in between. 1:30 in the morning.
His cape was waving on a non-existant breeze as he passed the graves of the students, teachers, friends, and Headmasters of years past. The silence was out of respect, and sympathy for the dead, along with pity for the souls he did not reap. This Crypt was where he was going to meet Syrus Korodin...and possibly Count Robinson Scorpius.
The man's lone yellow eye observed every angle, while one of his bandaged hands wrapped around the handle of his blade. He still carried no wand...but that was how he caught all opponents off-guard. The enigma stopped infront of the grave of Salazar Slytherin, and spoke out in his German accent, "Show yourself Korodin."bg
He knew very little about the individual he was about to meet, except that he was a prospective member of the Society of Shadows. And hell, it was always good to have new members. He knew a basic description delivered to him by his many spies, but he did not really know a name, though. The man kept his name secret, it seemed, and though it was amusing it was also rather irritating. And now here he was, shortly before one thirty in the morning, clad in dark clothes of silk and cotton with a wicked smile adorning his face. His eyes flickered with ethereal light as he sensed a presence approaching, and Syrus Korodin immediately disappeared, becoming one with the shadows.
The figure stepped in front of great Slytherin's grave, his single yellow eye scouring the small chamber. he had sword in one hand, and he carried no wand.
"Show yourself Korodin."
There was a sound like thunder, and Syrus Korodin appeared directly opposite the Engimatic Man, on the other side of the grave, with snowflakes fluttering about his well-built frame. He smiled, revealing chilling, needle-like teeth, and when he opened his mouth to speak black smoke came forth.
"Here I am, Enigmatic Man. Will you palaver with me?"bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 3, 2006 22:18:23 GMT -5
"...Quite ze showman I see. An average entrance clearly vouldn't do for you, know vould it? I vould gladly Herr Korodin...but if I may ask, how did I come to ze attention of ze Society? I have not done much in zis vorld to be noticed, by Scorpius...or have I? Ah, but before you vould ever tell me anyzing, I suppose I must tell you my name. It is Exvind, or ze Enigmatic Man...vatever you so choose Herr Korodin."
Exvind had begun walking around Syrus, with an unreadable expression on his face. He was prepared to block his thoughts if necessary. He was observing this Korodin...and began to ponder if the Count would appear here. That, would be a noteworthy event in and of itself. He also held his sword at the ready, should anything less than optimal should happen. The carvings too began glowing with the blue aura, and also moved, depicting scenes of demons and war.
Exvind, eh? Pleasantly menacing title for a man like this one here. Syrus listened to his speech while carefully wearing his poker face to deter his target from detecting anything whatsoever of his emotions. The man was circling him, watching him, and Syrus could feel him putting up pathetic excuses for mental barriers to protect himself from Legilimency. What a fool was he to think he could stop Lord Korodin from doing what he wished! But then again, few people realized that he was connected directly to his great Chamber in Diadem, where he could harness the power of thousands of wizards to use against foes. A well-kept secret, to say the least.
"Well, Mr. Ex," said Syrus as he inspected the glowing blade, "we have eyes and ears everywhere. Some of our birds and a few of our squirrels and maybe a duck or two took a look at you and liked what they saw. And, of course, any new recruit is welcome provided that they are trustworthy."
And then he unsheathed his magnificent blade, the Dondarrion, and brought it around to bear on the fellow. The blade was enchanted to absorb light, and it did it flawlessly, creating the impression that there was nothing but darkness where the blade should be. It hummed with some sort of mystical power, and a violet hue began to appear around the hilt.
"What can your blade do, my friend, compared to mine?"bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 3, 2006 22:54:35 GMT -5
Exvind smiled slightly, as he held it out infront of him, unhampering its blue aura. "Herr Korodin, you of all people should know zat Dante's Gate, ven activated by many powerful wizards (he struggled to pronounce wizards without it sounding with a v), is truly a gate to Hell, no? Zis sword, is a miniature version of zat same Gate...zis aura, enchanted by some odd wizard (another struggle), or more, keeps it in check. I shall give a demonstration."
The bandaged man strode over to an empty grave, and held his blade horizontally, the flat edge containing all of the images towards the grave. "Hellreaper." As he said this phrase, the aura disappated, and the images stopped dead, and turned their heads to the grave. Infront of the blade, a copy of the actual Gate rose from the ground, and opened. Though only from behind, both Exvind and Syrus could see the light given off from the Inferno that dwelled within. The screams of the eternally damned filled the hall, while the claws of demons dragged the grave into the gate. As soon as it was in, Exvind quickly yelled, "SANCTUARY!" The aura reappeared, and the Gate disappeared from the mortal plane.
"Zat can be used only rarely...should I never vant Hell on Earth, and my vand in ze Core of zis sword...I can cast, and slice at ze same time. It is rather helpful...vat about yours Herr Korodin? All I see is ze lack of light. Zen again, ze Shadows hold many secrets zat should neve be revealed, no?" The demons had begun moving once more, contained by the aura that imprisoned them.
He was completely unimpressed by the demon sword, but was in fact filled with a profound sense of sadness at the fact that a grave had just been dragged into hell. He was not fond of defacing graves, or the bodies of the dead, and had a massive distaste for people who committed such acts. He even had a grudge against Nephilim users, but since they were a formidable part of the army of the Society he decided to leave his sensibilities be for a time.
...It is rather helpful...vat about yours Herr Korodin? All I see is ze lack of light. Zen again, ze Shadows hold many secrets zat should neve be revealed, no?"
Syrus looked down upon the Dondarrion, one of the most ancient swords in existance, and smiled halfheartedly at it. And the blade, who he had always suspected had a bit of intelligence, began to glow a more fervent purple.
"This blade, my friend, is one of the more powerful blades in existance. I would say that it can match even the Sword of Shadows, but the Count and I have never had reason to cross blades."
He pondered for a moment as to how to best describe the powers of his blade, and then turned back to the Engimatic Man.
"This blade has been charged with massive amounts of magical energy, giving it's user the ability to channel this energy into all forms of magic. It reacts on its own to blade contact, usually sending out bursts of sonic energy at foes. When used with magic it generates magical fields and waves, thus being a practical tool for warp and chaos magic. You don't want to be on the opposite side of a magical chaos wave, my friend."
A violet glow filled the room as Syrus raised the blade so that it's tip pointed at Exvind's head.
"Would you like to join the Society, my friend?"bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 4, 2006 22:01:40 GMT -5
"So zen, you consider me a friend already Herr Korodin? Vell zen, how could I refuse?" It was a meager attempt at humor, as he slid his blade into its sheath, and smiled slightly. "And I must say, zat is a very impressive blade...and a fight between it and ze Sword of Shadows vould be ze fight of ze ages." He stared directly at Syrus, catching a glimpse of saddness.
"Ah, ze grave...I should half checked to see if it vas empty...vell...ze sword does vork in reverse..." He held the blade as he had before, but in the opposite direction. "Redemption." The entire cycle of the grave being dragged into hell played again, though it was as if someone had hit the rewind button. The entrie process played in reverse, the grave sliding into where it had been, unscathed....save for it smoking slightly, and the gate disappeared once more as Exvind used Sanctuary.
"Terribly Sorry...I did not vant to offend my new...friend, or, how ze say...comrade in arms? Ja, I vould like to join...but I take it zat zere is some sort of...initiation?"
"Terribly Sorry...I did not vant to offend my new...friend, or, how ze say...comrade in arms? Ja, I vould like to join...but I take it zat zere is some sort of...initiation?"
There was something wrong. A little tickle in the back of his head, telling him that something was amiss. He had the same feeling when he was in battle and there was someone behind him with a weapon. But this time it took him a few moments to recognize the problem, and when he did it amused him more than a little.
"Well, Exvind, there is no initiation but the one I choose to put you through. The first part of this initiation, my friend, is to cast away that German accent. You do it well, granted, but you miss your accents here and there. Why are you faking that accent, my friend, and why are you trying to hide your thoughts from me?"
Dondarrion hissed menacingly as its primitve mind tasted the smell of fear on the air, and it hoped for blood.bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 5, 2006 17:15:53 GMT -5
Damn...oh well, he had never much enjoyed that accent. His face showed no change, except a small nonchalant blink, as he spoke again with a young british accent. "It was good enough to fool Talon Windwaltz, and that is all that matters. A disguised voice was all that was needed to trick him..., and the mental barriers...well, as you should well know, every man has secrets that they never want revealed, not even to friends."
Actually, both were true. He had intended to mask his voice to fool Talon, and he had also put up the barriers to keep people out of his mind. When they tried....let us say that he sword would act as an added...boost to his defenses. Exvind had taken up his sword, and waved it through the air, causing a glass filled with wine. "It is quite handy, when you have a sword for a wand, and a wand for a sword...usually people find out the hard way...as a symbol of trust, I will tell you now, so you can keep that in mind should you ever find me traitorous."
Syrus nodded, slowly and silently, before sheathing his blade once more. The weapon shuddered, its hunger not sated, but he promised that he would feed it later.
"It is quite handy, when you have a sword for a wand, and a wand for a sword...usually people find out the hard way...as a symbol of trust, I will tell you now, so you can keep that in mind should you ever find me traitorous."
Syrus nodded. He recognized this fact, in that his sword was also a wand. But his true power lay in the fact that he did not need a wand to channel magic anymore. But Exvind did not need to know that. Syrus turned to him, his eyes blazing with violet flame.
"We never find one of our ranks to be traitorous. Never. To assure your continued loyalty, mystery man, I require you to make a sacrifice. I require you to make an Unbreakable Vow with me."bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 5, 2006 22:35:19 GMT -5
"So you mean that if I break it, I shall die? Well, then, I regret nothing. Bring forth the Bonder, and let the show begin Mr. Korodin." Exvind smiled a full smile. So this was it...how could he be a traitor if he was dead? He couldn't...the answer was that simple. There were no loopholes with an Unbreakable Vow...or at least none that he could find...then he had no choice.
Exvind extended his hand, the crimson bandages fitting and moving with every twitch of muscle, as his hand opened for the handshake that would come next, along with the ribbons of flame, and the beginning of his new life. "Well then...it seems that the actors are in place, and the stage is set for the Society...this should be one hell of a show......lets do this."
Ah, the Unbreakable Vow, the same one he had taken. Tobias entered the Crypt via a Shadow Corridor. The ebony mask was permanantly part of his Shadow uniform, as he had to remained unknown for a while now. He asked quietly, "So we are getting a mummy Syrus? Well, I dont think you would have come to him if he weren't special, so I guess we should get started now shouldnt we?"
The young man brought out his wand, and placed it in between the two men...both of which could easily kill him had he not been useful to the Society already. "Well then, Syrus, begin the Vow...still need to work on that cypher...oh right...tradition....As Bonder of this Unbreakable Vow, let the conditions begin!"
Syrus stepped forward and with a mirthless smile linked hands with Exvind, bringing them both down to their knees. His eyes had lost their regular violet hue, and had instead reverted to their original ice blue as he channeled away all his magic into the casting of his special variant of the Unbreakable Vow. There was distinct feeling of energy in the air, a sort of untraceable hum that reverberated through the assembled men, filling them with strange emotions and even stranger thoughts.
"Begin the bonding, Tobias, but stop after the flames so that I may complete my part," said Syrus, turning his head to look at Tobias.bg
Tobias twirled his wand once before beginning...call it an old habit, before placing his wand on top of the men's hands. "Alright then...Exvind, upon taking this Unbreakable Vow, the penalty for breaking the conditions will be death. Syrus will set the conditions, which you must then follow. Do you understand? Good. Syrus, he's all yours." As he said this, the first ribbon of flame shot out from the young man's wand, and tied the two together.
"If you ever choose to go against the Society, to commit treason against your new family, then let agony and death strike you down at once. May the ice of the soul bind us together, Exvind, for once and for all."
And as the second stream of flame entwined the two, something even more disturbing occurred. Blood began to appear out of the pores on their hands, forming a mist that quickly surrounded the two. Then the mist suddenly came together and froze, forming a blood red ice crystal.
"Within this crystal is your blood and mine. If ever you begin to commit treason against us, this crystal will melt. If ever I find it melted completely, I will know of your death and why you died. Know this, and know this well."
Syrus smiled, his eyes flashing brightly, and nodded lightly to Exvind.
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