Post by Talon Windwaltz on Nov 28, 2010 16:30:09 GMT -5
ooc: As this thread is for the roulette, it is completely closed and completely non-canon. Only characters played by me can join.
Talon Windwaltz walked through the streets of Drakborough briskly, his purple robes blowing in the wind. The time was about eight o'clock, three hours past sunset, and he was grossly behind schedule. His time in the Hospital Wing had left him playing the injured and pathetic Headmaster for Rezna and Leseur for far too long, and the entire ordeal only increased his rage. Did Leseur think that Talon did not know of his condition? And Rezna, the foolish woman, doting on him when she got around to him. What had she been doing in the meantime?
Being unfaithful, no doubt. But Talon didn't mind. He hadn't exactly been the most faithful to her, either. Not that he was ever faithful to anyone. Rezna's part in his plan would come, eventually, and then he'd be rid of that nagging wretch forever. Her attempts to 'leave' had only been a poorly turned screw within the machine, but a little bit of sentimental rubbish was enough to set it straight.
Only a few people in the streets recognized who was walking past them. With his hair burned off completely, the now bald Headmaster in a tall wizard's hat did not appear at all the man whom Drakborough was used to. This worked in with Talon's plans. He did not want to be followed. The Headmaster smiled and waved to those who did recognize him, but continued walking down the street. He turned into an alleyway, and cast a quick disillusionment charm on himself.
Those who did wish to follow him now saw that he had vanished. Perhaps he had simply apparated away! Talon, however, was still there. He continued down the alleyway to an abandoned house in the middle of the road. During the Shadow War, this home had been owned by a wizard family of a father, mother, and daughter. They managed to survive the carnage of the war.
Only to die at the hands of Talon afterward.
Yes, something had snapped in his brain after the murder of his father. A taste for darkness, perhaps. Or maybe he felt like the world could not return to order after the evils of the Shadow War. To plunge the world into chaos again. That had been Talon's true plan. And it had been taking a while, what with the long vacations that his staff, and seemingly even the opposition to his school would take, but he felt that chaos was beginning to return to the world.
If slowly.
He walked around the abandoned house to the cellar door, and tapped his wand twice on both doors. "I am not he," he whispered, and the doors swung open. He stepped downstairs into a rather clean underground chamber. The walls were finely polished, but there was no lighting. He swung his wand, and a soft pale glow filled the room. Talon stepped forward into the middle of the room and in a moment transformed.
By all accounts he was the same man in shape and size, but his robes had changed to a deep burgundy color and his hat had been replaced with a rather elegant helmet made from dragon's hide. No longer did Talon Windwaltz stand in the center of the room. The Dark Lord Mandatus had taken his place.
Talon Windwaltz walked through the streets of Drakborough briskly, his purple robes blowing in the wind. The time was about eight o'clock, three hours past sunset, and he was grossly behind schedule. His time in the Hospital Wing had left him playing the injured and pathetic Headmaster for Rezna and Leseur for far too long, and the entire ordeal only increased his rage. Did Leseur think that Talon did not know of his condition? And Rezna, the foolish woman, doting on him when she got around to him. What had she been doing in the meantime?
Being unfaithful, no doubt. But Talon didn't mind. He hadn't exactly been the most faithful to her, either. Not that he was ever faithful to anyone. Rezna's part in his plan would come, eventually, and then he'd be rid of that nagging wretch forever. Her attempts to 'leave' had only been a poorly turned screw within the machine, but a little bit of sentimental rubbish was enough to set it straight.
Only a few people in the streets recognized who was walking past them. With his hair burned off completely, the now bald Headmaster in a tall wizard's hat did not appear at all the man whom Drakborough was used to. This worked in with Talon's plans. He did not want to be followed. The Headmaster smiled and waved to those who did recognize him, but continued walking down the street. He turned into an alleyway, and cast a quick disillusionment charm on himself.
Those who did wish to follow him now saw that he had vanished. Perhaps he had simply apparated away! Talon, however, was still there. He continued down the alleyway to an abandoned house in the middle of the road. During the Shadow War, this home had been owned by a wizard family of a father, mother, and daughter. They managed to survive the carnage of the war.
Only to die at the hands of Talon afterward.
Yes, something had snapped in his brain after the murder of his father. A taste for darkness, perhaps. Or maybe he felt like the world could not return to order after the evils of the Shadow War. To plunge the world into chaos again. That had been Talon's true plan. And it had been taking a while, what with the long vacations that his staff, and seemingly even the opposition to his school would take, but he felt that chaos was beginning to return to the world.
If slowly.
He walked around the abandoned house to the cellar door, and tapped his wand twice on both doors. "I am not he," he whispered, and the doors swung open. He stepped downstairs into a rather clean underground chamber. The walls were finely polished, but there was no lighting. He swung his wand, and a soft pale glow filled the room. Talon stepped forward into the middle of the room and in a moment transformed.
By all accounts he was the same man in shape and size, but his robes had changed to a deep burgundy color and his hat had been replaced with a rather elegant helmet made from dragon's hide. No longer did Talon Windwaltz stand in the center of the room. The Dark Lord Mandatus had taken his place.