Post by Unknown on Sept 14, 2008 11:46:33 GMT -5
A wicked wind blew through the crypt as the sun set on it, ruffling the dying leaves in the trees and blowing dust from the tombs. An almost human figure, having no visible hands or feet but the shape of a human body encased in a thick black robe and hood, stepped from the trees and slowly walked through the graveyard. Upon reaching a grave by the crypt of Slytherin, it stopped. The grave itself seemed to separate, moving as if there was a door opening just below the surface. The figure stepped into the grave and disappeared below the surface which then covered itself once more in the earth.
Once in the confines of its twisting catacombs, the Shade stumbled, moving slowly and difficultly through the ancient stonework and towards a definitive goal. He must obtain some nourishment, some source of strength. The robe fell away and revealed what was a glowing amorphous being with the center of a gold ring. It floated, hovering through the corridors until it came to an open door. In the room stood an ornate desk, and upon the desk was a stand, and upon the stand was a long blade. No handle, just a long and sharp sliver of metal with some dark stains upon it. The shade moved to the blade and covered it in its glowing substance. In the matter of a moment, the blade was turned to dust and the creature seemed more vibrant, more alive.
From out of the desk came an old suit of armor, charred black and stained with blood. The armor began to disappear, turning into dust, but the breastplate remained suspended in the air. The robe flew from the hall and into the room, sliding over and covering the amorphous creature. The breastplate followed, taking its proud place at the chest of the robes. The Shade, having taken on a human-like shape once more, freely moved from this arcane storage room and back into the corridors. As it moved, silk tapestries lining the halls turned to dust. What were left, if there was anything, were long strips of black silk. The silk slid into the robe and over non-existent body parts, making a mockery of hands and a head.
The shade reached what could be believed to be the main hall of the catacombs, an impossibly large room, high vaulted ceiling and a long rug, stretching on forever, from the large portal all the way to a dais at the end of the chamber. The dais played host to a large throne made of the bones of serpents, ornate and disgusting. The creature, now with his strength returned, mounted the dais and took his place at the throne comfortably. It was, indeed, his throne.
A ripple emanated from the throne and carried a message from the master of the realm out to his creation, his child.
"Come to me at once," spoke the message, heard only by one other being, "Unseen one. I require your attendance."
Once in the confines of its twisting catacombs, the Shade stumbled, moving slowly and difficultly through the ancient stonework and towards a definitive goal. He must obtain some nourishment, some source of strength. The robe fell away and revealed what was a glowing amorphous being with the center of a gold ring. It floated, hovering through the corridors until it came to an open door. In the room stood an ornate desk, and upon the desk was a stand, and upon the stand was a long blade. No handle, just a long and sharp sliver of metal with some dark stains upon it. The shade moved to the blade and covered it in its glowing substance. In the matter of a moment, the blade was turned to dust and the creature seemed more vibrant, more alive.
From out of the desk came an old suit of armor, charred black and stained with blood. The armor began to disappear, turning into dust, but the breastplate remained suspended in the air. The robe flew from the hall and into the room, sliding over and covering the amorphous creature. The breastplate followed, taking its proud place at the chest of the robes. The Shade, having taken on a human-like shape once more, freely moved from this arcane storage room and back into the corridors. As it moved, silk tapestries lining the halls turned to dust. What were left, if there was anything, were long strips of black silk. The silk slid into the robe and over non-existent body parts, making a mockery of hands and a head.
The shade reached what could be believed to be the main hall of the catacombs, an impossibly large room, high vaulted ceiling and a long rug, stretching on forever, from the large portal all the way to a dais at the end of the chamber. The dais played host to a large throne made of the bones of serpents, ornate and disgusting. The creature, now with his strength returned, mounted the dais and took his place at the throne comfortably. It was, indeed, his throne.
A ripple emanated from the throne and carried a message from the master of the realm out to his creation, his child.
"Come to me at once," spoke the message, heard only by one other being, "Unseen one. I require your attendance."