Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Apr 4, 2006 21:21:59 GMT -5
James set to work on Hayzie's mind. His own memory wasn't as affected as hers, for he had preparation against that sort of thing. Though he couldn't remember who exactly that Shadow was, he remembered the rest of the night. Hopefully, he could restore her memories. He had only done this once before, as part of a training exercise. The idea was to bring someone's memories back of something they had lost, so you could complete your own task. The trick was to use your own memories to help them along. He had been successful then, he was confident he'd be successful now.
He laid his hands on her forehead and recited the spells, focusing on the events of the night. He went through it three times. And looked her eyes. Completely glazed over. The process had begun. Her own memories would begin to surface with the gentle prodding of his. How long it took was up to her.
He left her in her chair and went over to Miles. "We need help. If I had that much trouble one Shadow. I don't even want to say it." Outside, it had begun to snow. James shivered involuntarily.
There is a saying. It says that bad things always come in threes. This could not be more true.
The sky, shrouded in shadows and pouring forth snow, was a peculiar sight indeed. Any of the citezins left in town were either hiding in their cellars or looking up at the sky. When Scorpius arrived, he brought the shadows. Syrus added a touch of snow. But, what would the third be?
The battles that were raging on in the city were, at the most, playful in the eyes of chaos. A true master of the ways of war and chaos would agree, this was nothing. A true general of war would see this as a skirmish among friends. A true master of war, though, no longer exists.
Now, the world has Unknown, and he is the worst that there can be. He, being ageless, has fought many battles. One having been the battle at Antietam. He understood the concept of total war better than that of Gen. Sherman. And, now, would be the first real battle of this war...
A trumpet sounded on the hill. A drum picked up immediately after ward. It was playing a new song, one never quite heard before. It was fast, powerful, and dark. Voices picked up in the background.
The land is covered in blood and snow And the soldiers march on The land is covered in blood and snow And the soldiers march on
Then, the third horseman added his touch. The white snow that had began falling moments before changed. It started pink, and then became a dark red...
A blood red.
The sky was bleeding icy blood, and the war began as all wars do.
A shot heard round the world.
A single green bolt flew out of no where, into the sky, and then exploded. The blast was loud, and could be heard as far as the university. Then, coming with the shot, was a rider on horseback. He galloped over the hill and straight into the square. It was a soldier straight out of the Civil War, complete with a uniform of the style befitting the times. This one, though, was red and purple. And the person wearing it was not General Sherman, but the dark lord, Unknown. And, in one hand, was a saber. The other held a wand.
He aimed his wand at a building nearby. It was a candy store. Inside was a terrified family of three, hiding behind the counter. Unknown shot another green bang of light, and a hole was blasted into the wall. The family was hit, and they died painlessly, though the womans dress cought fire and it spread to the counter. The building was in flame.
Unknown placed his wand to his throat and began speaking with an amplified voice.
"And this is the begining! The true begining! Let the reign of Shadows begin! Ave Sodalitas a Umbras!"
He let loose a primal scream, and the dead rose from their graves. Quite literaly.bg
Post by Tristan Pendragon on Apr 4, 2006 22:17:24 GMT -5
Exvind would have left the scene for other matters, had a Nephilim not subdued Tobias. The young man seemed to still be alive, but needed medical attention. He turned slowly, the cape of his fluttering slightly as he took a few steps towards the Nephilim who was now ontop of Tobias. He drew his blade, and held it at the ready. The demons who would normally continue their little scenes, oblivious to reality, stopped, and stared at the creature who stood before them.
"Nephilim...if you come seeking a challenge, or blood, or just an honorable fight, here I stand. Ze child should have vatched for you, zat I know, but allow me to tend to his wounds. I am also quite ready to kill you if I have to, even zough zat child is dishonorable and deserved his fate. I shall use only my sword, and so I avait your answer."
Exvind's eye was glaring at both Tobias and Orifiel...mostly at Tobias. There were Nephilim in the area, so he should have been watching for them ever since the chaos began. He had all night...and thankfully, avoided them as much as possible. But now, a fight was probably unavoidable. The demons of the sword stared hungrily at their cousin standing infront of them, waiting...
Evilyn looked up at the blackened sky as the snow that fell around her turned to a deep crimson. The great leaders had arrived...so she haden't missed out on the big battle. She giggled with glee and began to dance in the bloody snow, prancing over bodies towards the center of the square. Using the cold provided by Syrus to her advantage, she spread her arm out on each side of her and took carefull aim at two shops on either side of her. Sharp jagged icicles shot from her palms into the windows of the stores providing a satasfying tinkle of broken glass and hiding student's shattered skulls. Tobias was being taken care of by that German fellow, so Evilyn continued to spread the random carnage. Finding a cellar door she pressed her ear to it and heard voices inside. With a grin she iced over the doors until there was no possible way to get them open without a significant heat source. The nymph then sat crosslegged on top of the cellar and closed her eyes. Bellow her screams could be heard as water began springing from the floor and filling around the townfolk's ankles.
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 5, 2006 3:42:06 GMT -5
It didn't take all too long for the memories from that night to be restored. Hayzie's mind filled with everything from... she couldn't remember exactly how she got there, but she could remember fireworks dying out, the boy getting trapped in a bubble of sorts, him getting out, another jumping onto the roof and attacking them... and then them leaving.
Leaving. If this boy was a Gryffindor, she hated to think of what they were all like nowadays. Gryffindors were never meant to run in the face of danger, they didn't give up. Recklessly they fought until they could fight no more. Only then did they surrender. That night, Hayz had taken very few hits in comparison to the others. Blinking, the glaze left her eyes, and she almost silently whispered: "Who am I, Sir? I'm a Gryffindor, and will be til I die."
She didn't know her name, still, but something inside her told her Gryffindor was right. Green eyes glanced over to the wolf... Miles was it? And the boy. She couldn't just sit there and wait for help to arrive when the people in the town square were doing the exact same thing. She couldn't just chicken out. And that was one thing she would not do.
Putting her hand in her pocket to feel for her wand, a better weapon came to hand. When had she put those there? Shrugging off the thought, and with one more final determined glance to the other two, who had taken more hits, and were a lot more tired than she, not tired enough, apparently, to restore memories, but the boy was right, they wouldn't last long out on the battlefield. No, it was time for her to re-enter, maybe alone.
"See you, boys," Hayz whispered, feeling the weapon in her pocket as she rolled back out.
----------- As if the memories the boy had restored earlier were beginning to fix the puzzle of what had happened before together, Hayz could see just how she had got in there unnoticed. The Invisibility Spell. It took her a few more tries this time to get the wording right, but when she did so, both the girl and the chair were invisible to anyone's eye. Interestingly enough, the marbles in her pocket were not.
Marbles really were amazing things. Slippery, too. With a grin, Hayzie approached a group of shadows and tipped one bag of the little balls just in front of where they were running to, and watched the fall over as soon as they hit them. Surpressing a giggle, and knowing now that it worked, Hayz began to worm her way through, mostly around the outside, dropping marbles where she thought they would go. It was a good thing the bag was almost never-ending.
Skullwhite suddenly felt weak. Then he noticed that his natural self-healing abilities were now being extended to all injured shadows. His position as medic had been deemed acceptable to his curse, and was now being exploited to its fullest. He wouldn't put it past Scorpius to pull a stunt like that. He had to drown someone, and quickly. His skirmish with Evie had fatigued him more than he'd known, and it had been ages since his last human drowning.
He spied a small boy, transfixed on the cold, dark, red sky. He took his chance and shifted once more to horse form. It was harder this time, he'd already expended a lot of energy. His horse form circled the boy. Come with me, little one. I shall save you and fulfill your dreams... he telepathically sent to the boy.
He gave a whinny of delight as the boy clambered onto his back. Skullwhite proceeded to canter back toward the river, the boy hugging and patting his neck. The river came into view and Skullwhite plunged, morphing instantly into his third form.
Drowning was like a good meal, a hot bath, and a restful night's sleep, all rolled together. He filled the boy's lungs and cavities, and reveled in the boy's feeble attempts to surface. He wound round the boy and pulled him closer, breathing in the boy's expiring life. When the boy died, Skullwhite dredged him up, and thundered back into the fray. He deposited the boy in a place where he could be found by his people. It was the honorable thing to do after such an excellent drowning.bg
It was truly shaping up to be a rememberable night. Of course, to Unknown, this was but the start of something much bigger...
A few more artillery like bolts of green light shot from his wand and lit two more buildings on fire. In one of the buildings a small group of students who were visiting for the day died a horrible flaming death.
Unknown was about to throw another one of his missile Avada Kedavras when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl throwing marbles every which way and tripping Shadows hither and tither. Unkown smiled, aimed his wand in the direction, and sent a large red bolt of light towards her. It missed, on purpose, and hit the ground directly in front of her. The explosion threw the girl back and into a group of skeletonlike men.
No, they were skeletons. Skeletons in red and purple uniforms that matched the one Unknown wore. An Army of the dead...
A trumpet sounded over the hill and a regiment of maybe 40 soldiers came marching into the square, complete with a skeleton child on a drum playing the war song. Each held a saber, and one was pushing what looked to be a cannon.
Unknown galloped over to where Syrus was, kicking over a few stray students, and shouted to him.
"I have brought an army with me! Let us not leave a soul alive!"bg
Max thought himself lucky to witness the start of Hell on Earth. He felt a sort of longing to be a part of it.. He turned, and glanced at the before mentioned Horse/Person type thing, in confusion. He still could not figure out what the being was... He watched it carry a small boy somewhere, and then come back with a dead body, dripping a bit. Max guessed that he was some sort of water creature.. And then, the Nymph. He had never seen one, so he, of course, did not know what exactly she was, except she looked like a very beautiful human, who.. could drown people. Very efficiently. And then, all Hell broke loose, this time literally. The snow that he had noticed was falling was now blood red, and he suspected that it was, in fact, blood. There were walking dead, all around. He found this ironic, because he was one of the dead, and he walked, in some way, but these were much different. They were actual skeletons, the stuff of people's nightmares.... He had appreciated the dramatic entrance of a man whose name he did not know, although his name tag said 'Knowledge'. The snow, the explosion, the challenge... But this new one, the one who brought forth the dead... He was fear. Creepy, and wearing an old military uniform.... And now he was shouting to Knowledge, that not even a soul would be left alive. Although Max doubted whether he really meant souls, like Max himself, this still frightened him. His power seemed so immense, he had no doubt that he would be able to. Knowledge, The Mystery, and.. Count Scorpius... Max turned back to the figure that commanded this Hell. In his short years of life, he had heard many stories about him. Well, I'm already dead, he can't kill me for looking at him... He slowly approached him, suddenly feeling intensly afraid of the grand figure, complete with sword...
And to think...he had thought the blast from the sword was pain. Spikes in his arms and back, and unconscious, Tobias was in a bad position. His mind was awake, but he could not rouse his body at all. No wand, arm nearly mutilated, shit.
The young shadow's mind kept trying to find a way out, while trying to arouse his body. DAMMIT! WAKE UP! DEAR GOD THAT HURTS, BUT WAKE UP!!! Oh god....I cant die now....I have so much to live for! So many curses I have not casted! Please.....if I could just make a Shadow Corridor...get to a Nurse...Shadow Corridor........open.....please....
Naturally, if one can simply think of using a spell, and can perform the necessary actions, one can cast. Barely, just barely, Tobias' eyes opened a crack, and he fell through the ground into a small Shadow Corridor, and into the void Between. Between, was exactly what it was. The space between two destinations when using a Shadow Corridor. It was an empty ream of infinate nothingness, granting access to everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Just...hospital...Diadem........
The portal opened, as the last of Tobias' strength left him, and he fell into the fortress, and complete and utter unconsciousness. Unless he got medical attention, he was screwed over.
Post by John Mustang on Apr 5, 2006 16:46:54 GMT -5
Today was the Day of Death in Drakborough. Bodies piled in the streets. The Dark Lords commanded their army and slaughtered the innocent. Talon Windwaltz nowhere in sight. Time for another hero to enter the fray.
Count Robinson Antares Scorpius, looking like lost nobility out of a forgotten past. There was nothing noble about him, he was a murderer. Suddenly beside him, a flash of white. A man dressed in a white cloak and white top hat stood shoulder to shoulder with the Count, facing the opposite direction. The others were around them. He had twin wands in holsters, each made of sandalwood, each fifteen inches long, each containing a tail feather from twin brother phoenixes. A rarity. He looked like some Muggle stage magician, but you wouldn't have mistaken him for one.
On his face he wore a mask of folk hero and anarchist, Guy Fawkes. People still "lit a candle" for him on November the Fifth, the day he won his infamy. He spoke up and said nonchalantly, in an indistinguished British accent, "Interesting weather we're having, hmm? First rain, then fire, then snow, now...bloody snow. Quite peculiar, isn't it?" Then he wasn't there. He was standing on a rooftop across from Scorpius and the others, Fawkes' jovial grin seeming to mock the Dark Lords.
He took off his hat and bowed. "Greetings, gents."
Last Edit: Apr 5, 2006 16:54:29 GMT -5 by John Mustang
Beings of death are attracted to death, some would say. It is only natural, some would say, that ghosts would come to see scenes of death, perhaps to remind themselves of what they had went through. But there were other creatures, not entirely alive and not entirely dead, who were also attracted to carnage like carrion birds sought out dead flesh. One of these creatures was the Dark Lord Vlad, having just returned from Diadem where he had healed young Tobias. The Dark Lord strode through the gates of the town, now alight with violet flame (courtesy of Syrus), and passed his eyes (If you could call those empty holes eyes!) over the rapidly disintegrating town.
"How pleasant," he muttered, continuing through the city while leaning heavily on his cane.
A man approached him, covered in soot and waving his wand madly at what he perceived to be an elderly man in danger.
"Sir, do you need help? There's an attack going on. Scorpius is here. We're trying to hold them off. Are you strong off to escape on your own?"
The Dark Lord merely raised his head, his hood veiling him thoroughly, and fixed his crimson eyes on the man's face. For a moment the man did not realize what exactly he was seeing, but by the time he did it was too late. He began to cry, his eyes filling with blood, and very suddenly he dropped to the ground, choking and sputtering. Vlad sighed and waved a hand, and the man's face summarily exploded in a spray of blood and bone and brains. Vlad was unperturbed, and merely continued walking. He turned a corner and came upon his three friends: Scorpius, Syrus, and Unknown. He also spotted peculiar individual in a mask who he immedaitely disliked. This masked individual appeared to be speaking to Scorpius, before he randoly disappeared and reappeared on a rooftop facing some of the deadliest men alive.
"I don't like you," Vlad said, and the words echoed in the man's head.
There was a flash of crimson light and the masked man was thrown from the rooftop, his robes ablaze, to land at the feet of Scorpius.bg
Post by John Mustang on Apr 5, 2006 17:32:44 GMT -5
The robes burned, revealing a Shadow lying dead and the man nowhere to be seen. A voice from behind Vlad said, "It'll take a bit more than that to stop me, Vlad."
The masked man stood unscathed. Fawkes' mocking smile still on his face. He stood looking at the Dark Lord. He knew what was under that robe. An unnatural entity, someone who should have died long ago. "You see, you could say I too have crossed the threshold of death to be here. In a way."
He disappeared and reappeared once more on a different rooftop, one where he could see all four of them. "Gentlemen, ask me not my name, for it is a ridiculous thing to ask a masked man his name, for he will have to lie, and I do not wish to lie. Just know that I am a man that will fight you. I cannot allow you to harm the innocent any longer. As for a name you can call me the illustrious, the magnificent, the mysterious, Mr. Nobody." He took a theatrical bow.
"I have one thing to say to you, 'Repent, harlequin!'" He gave a chuckle. He was just egging these men on. He unholstered his wand and began to conduct the earth around the Dark Lords began to move and formed a prison around them.
Last Edit: Apr 5, 2006 17:36:32 GMT -5 by John Mustang
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Apr 5, 2006 18:31:05 GMT -5
James could not believe what was happening. This mysterious figure, this Mr. Nobody. He had just effectively just spat in the faces of the four Dark Lords. James could waste no time. He raced over to Hayzie, throwing fire spells at the skeletal troops. Bones crackled and charred. They popped horribly and the others backed off.
He uprighted Hayzie back into her chair and rushed them into a nearby house. "Do you have a death wish? Those four are the most dangerous men in the world! We have to wait for Talon. That Mr. Nobody fellow...he seems strong." He moved the earth as if it were nothing. He stood against the evil of those men. He was either brave or insane. Or both.
"Let them bring the fight to us. We'll fight them on our terms, not theirs."
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 5, 2006 18:40:57 GMT -5
What was wrong with her magic that night?! The invisibility spell had worn off right at the wrong time, and a bright burst of red came in her direction. Ducking to try and avoid it, Hayzie didn't realise it was actually aimed in front of her, sending her flying backwards into an entire army of skeletons all wearing uniform. The blonde's face paled very quickly. Her magic seemed faded for some reason, and there was nothing she seemed able to do.
Sending bright sparks of nothingness in the direction of the skeletons, James' face was more than welcome. Do you have a deathwish? he asked, but the blonde's mind was more preoccupied by what had been said before. Don't leave a soul alive.
"Apparently I do," she answered, turning her determined green eyes to face him. "I am not sitting here, watching my home get destroyed and waiting for someone to show up who might not show up at all!!" Hayzie snapped. "If you want to go and wait for your Headmaster to show up, go back to the bar and leave me to it. I know what I'm doing, okay! If you want to help, then help."
Let them bring the fight to us. We'll fight them on our terms, not theirs.
"Much better," Hayz smiled, raising her wand once again and casting a few immobolising spells to some shadows around. A few marbles were still scattered on the floor, but nowhere near enough. More fireworks. That was what she needed. Even Talon knew Hayzie wouldn't throw a display in the early hours of the morning for entertainment value.
Dropping a large number of the pebble-type-objects in the square, and wheeling back, Hayz told James: "Get the villagers away from here quick. It's about to get very bright here..." Giving James a few moments to get them away, and casting a few more immobolising spell and a few stunners, Hayzie cast the spell and an unbelieveable blinding light, causing even her to shield her eyes, hit the town square, and the bangs were loud enough to wake anyone within a five mile vicinity. Hopefully, the never-stop-sparking fireworks would last long enough for the villagers to get a plan ready, or to get away.
But she was only one girl, and there was a time-limit to how long she could hold them off.
OOC: Anyone even THINKS of ignoring those fireworks this time round, I'll scream.
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