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Post by Mordred Kade on Dec 31, 2007 1:09:29 GMT -5
(Post here, I'll join shortly.)
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Post by gatsoldier on Dec 31, 2007 1:28:56 GMT -5
Gat did as Mord instructed. He stepped in front of the shadow, dropping the needles onto the ground before him. Suddenly, everything went black. He couldn't see. He felt himself being pulled somewhere. Then he recognized the familiar feeling of despair. Of hopelessness. Of the shadows. That was it. He was in the land of the shadows. The realm of the shadow mage. He looked around. His sight slowly adapted to the darkness of the place. A feeling of unease took a hold of him. He never liked being in the realm of shadows. He just stood there waiting for further instructions.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Jan 3, 2008 17:25:06 GMT -5
Kerridon watched as more and more of the Shadow Warriors and Elemental Masters turned up. He had had no idea that so many of them were at Hogwarts! But Keaira nor Alessandro, the two he had suspected, appeared. He had a vague idea that Alessandro had been taken out of the school, but if Keaira was a shadow warrior then shouldn't he be here?
When Mordred motioned for him to do the same as Gat had done, he obeyed. With his eyes fixed on D'rorah, stepped next to the shadow and disappeared with a puff of smoke. Time to greet his mistress again, he expected. The darkness surrounded him as he entered the Shadow Realm, and Kerridon could not help but remember how much Taisy had hated it here. The memories from his past, which were usually so well buried, were inexplicably drawn to the surface in this dark realm, and Kerridon took a shuddering breath to calm himself and push them away.
Gat was already there, unsurprisingly, but Dark Phoenix was not and neither was anyone else. Expecting it not to be too long until Mordred turned up, Kerridon waited, pondering on what this would mean for him. The lightfighters and any connected to them would be extremely hostile, and he hated to think what D'rorah would be like. If they even returned to Hogwarts. For all he knew, the Mage would deem it unnecessary now that their identities were known and most if not all of the lightfighters were known. Caira was still there, so she would still have a source of information. Kerridon halted that train of thought before it could go any further. This realm always made him nervous.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Jan 14, 2008 17:40:39 GMT -5
A pop echoed out across the dark and dead silence of the Shadow Realm. Mordred stood there, looking over the few that had joined him at Hogsmeade. The Mage knew as well as Mordred, that their was still a select few left in Hogsmeade. He cast a quick glance around the area to make sure no one else was present. "Between us, the Mage won't be to happy about all of the Shadow Warriors and their Masters being discovered."
Mordred turned and looked in the direction the Mansion. "Don't say much to her, I'll explain the events that transpired. Now I'll see you guys later." With a loud -pop- Mordred was gone.
OoC: I'm sorry for the short post. My head is killing me and I needed to end this.
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Jan 16, 2008 3:12:27 GMT -5
She sat there in her high backed, stone throne waiting. The stone was cold sending a prickling sensation through her body but she did not move nor flinch; she enjoyed the sensation for it reminded her of the reality of the Dark on the soul and how she has gained mastery over it. She sat there, the perfect picture of regality and patience with her dark flowing hair that fell over her shoulders, her white and black gown laced with red; the bottom resting in a perfect arc on the ground. Looking across her chamber, with eyes that pieced the thick darkness, she admired the gain she had worked for. The dark stone walls were covered with thick draperies telling stories of her successes and lives. The innumerable candles lit and floating, added a dim light. Each candle representing someone she had killed. Other than the few accessories, the hall was empty and that realization caused impatience to wash over her. She had felt the portal open near her castle and knew Mordred, her new visage for their realm, was soon to arrive. On the outside her appearance was apathetic and patient but on the inside she was in turmoil with impatience. Thankfully, Dark Phoenix was equipped with many years of experience in controlling her appearances. She enjoyed that knowledge of control and she exercised it now.
Where is the damned man?! He has returned too soon! He will hear a word from me when he arrives…
As if her thoughts had summoned him, he appeared with a popping sound at the end of the great hall. She did not stand or flinch at the sound; he was not worthy for her to strain herself so. Anger came over her when she saw him and no others. Dark Phoenix waited a moment to test if he was foolish enough to speak before her. It appeared that he was not so foolish, so she regarded him with a strong voice that echoed slightly across the great hall. Her tone was of ice and at first carried no emotion but gained the heat of anger as she continued, though there were no physical signs of tension on her face other than a slight tightening of the jaw as she spoke. She would not let such things ruin her image.
Into my presence you return and yet you have brought no one. I send you to gather those who follow me and yet you return empty handed. I see no others! You dare to return and come before me with failure?! Speak your reason clearly…
She sat there with her eyes glued to his adding every aspect of intimidation she could into her gaze. She did not tolerate any form of failure and if Mordred had the audacity to return empty handed he would have more than just pain to live through. She did not kill without good reason but if he did not provide an adequate reason she was going to teach him a lesson; a harsh lesson. She did not allow anyone to make a fool of her.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Jan 30, 2008 23:05:57 GMT -5
Mordred stepped up to Dark Phoenix's throne, bowing low. "I'm sorry Mistress. I went to gather recruits, but met with some interference. The girl, Shadow Warrior of Wind was there... she summoned something I've never seen before... it was like Elemental Light, but she summoned it herself. And soon, I was faced by nearly all of the Lightfighters. There were too many of them for me to attack in broad daylight." Inside, Mordred was cursing that girl... she'd been nothing but a bother for darkness. And there had been so many Lightfighters.
"There were others there, Mistress. Gat Soldier and Kerridon Paradox were there too. No new recruits, alas, but I have gathered those two. They stand by, awaiting further instructions from me." He did his best to show no fear... the Shadow that currently was Mordred Kade had served in the Shadow Realm for longer than it could recall... and it knew enough of Dark Phoenix to be terrified of her. She was quick to anger and didn't forgive... but any hint of fear on his part would only bring her wrath down upon him that much harder. And that wasn't something he had in mind at all.
"Shall I return to bring them here? I'm sorry they aren't here now. I should have... should have brought them with me." His voice trembled slightly. These human bodies were so difficult to control... even something as simple as tone of voice betrayed the innermost workings of the mind. No matter, he would not flinch... not until he was given reason to.
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