Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 6
(11/10/01 7:55 pm)
While the Pen is being constructed
*A wooden table is carried to the slaves work area, a little ways off from them the two warriors that carried it there stand at either end, long spears held to attention.
Another warrior carries a soft padded chair and places it behind the table, stepping back his sword sheathed he stayed behind the large comfortable chair.
Finally a wizard elf walked up, his hood down, he sat in the chair and placed a box like device on the table, covered in elven writtings, with several indents along the top, he prepared his recording device which would take the faces and speech of those it desried it to.
Parchment sheets spread across the table he leant back and spoke to the guards. One left the table and spoke briefly to the slavemaster. He nodded and a child was dragged over to stand in front of the table sweating from the work, weak kneed from the nerves boucning inside him.*
"State your name, age, sex, Hogwarts house, skill level and any other information we would require. Look at the box while you do."
*The boy obeyed, voice shaking as he nearly wet himself with fear of what they were about to do to him. The mage nodded when he finished and had filled in several other details. Pressing a small round dent on the box after he finished, a panel slid open, ejecting an adamantine band, two tiny jewels set into it firmly. He held it up to his eye, making sure it had worked.
A guard grabbed his arm, pulling it across the table and holding it firmly while the wizard slipped the band over his trembling hand, it shrunk fitting itself to him perfectly. Locking into place no magic these children were capable of could free the wrist.*
The boy was taken back to the nearly complete work area and the guard singled another out.*
((ooc: post here one at a time please, try to keep it roughly one at a time to make my life easier, and don't RP leaving, the Drow will say if you are permitted to leave or not.))
Edited by: Dark Creatures at: 11/10/01 9:37:53 pm
*Wren did not object as she was pulled by the arm over to the table. She but once she had determined her destination she walked directly toward it, lessening the pull on her arm. Inside she was afraid, not of the work or pain, but of not knwing what their plans were for the children when the work was done, and they ceased to be pleasing playthings. She looked the Wizard streigh in the eye as he told her the same thing he said to the other child.*
"State your name, age, , Hogwarts house, skill level and any other information we would require. Look at the box while you do."
*She obeyed, turning her head down to look at the box.*
*Alexander, Wren Sarah, I'll be fourteen in two weeks, Ravenclaw, Fourth Year."
*She then paused to think of the "other information" they might require. She decided against informing them of her Muggle born heritage, it was unneccicary. She considered all the things she knew about herself, but all in all, she could come up with very little except..... there was Lyddie....but how much weight would that carry? No. forget that. But she did have some skill in conjuring.*
"I'm very good at conuring small things, even LIVE small things, but I can't conjure anything bigger than a breadbox."
*She finished and looked up.*
((Um, do I RP getting draged back away, or does that wizard guy have to give the order? If the former, I'll edit accordingly))
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emma at hogwarts Someone in deep sh*t
Posts: 5
(11/10/01 9:09 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Emma had been working painfully with her boulder, trying to move it, when a guard elf had comenad jerked her roughly by the shoulder over to a table infront of the elf man. She trembled slightly, why was she here? Slowly the elf wizard looked at her and repeated what he had said to the other boy. Emma stared at the box while she said,
" Emma Clark. 12 years old. Female. Gryffindor." She stumbled on skill level but then said, " Very taleted with Defense Against the Dark Arts." She finsihed knowing she had left something out..something very important. The elf wizard looked at her curiously and then said quietly.
" Girl, lying and secrets will not be tolerated." He snapped his log, pale fingers and the slavemaster gripped his whip tightly. She saw him move forward. She would ot tell...she tried not to scream as the whip came down on her back, slicing a thin layer of skin like a peice of bread. She whimpered softly as she added,
" Telekenetic." . Hot tears ran down her face now freely.
{{edited, removed section. Sorry I was not clear in the beginning thread, I hope the edits I have done clean it up. ((The elf wizard simply nodded and Emma was taken roughly by the shoulders and led back to her work zone))}}
Edited by: Dark Creatures at: 11/10/01 9:42:27 pm
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 7
(11/10/01 9:34 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
****Reply To Wren Alexander****
*He returned her insolent stare, leaving it for now as she obeyed his orders to the letter. Pressing a small round dent on the box after she finished, a panel slid open, ejecting an adamantine band, two tiny jewels set into it firmly. He held it up to his eye, making sure it had worked.
A guard grabbed her arm, pulling it across the table and holding her firmly while the wizard slipped the band over her hand, it shrunk fitting itslef to her perfectly. Locking into place no magic they were capable of could free the wrist.*
"That is your identity, do not attempt to remove it."
"Conjuring, useful it has been noted."
*The guards shoved her around*
"And for the offensive insolence of your eye" he hissed
*A whip lash tore across her back visciously, pain flooding through nerves, she was grabbed again and led back to work, now a recorded slave of the Dark Elves*
*****Reply To Emma*****
*The wizard waited as another girl spoke, producing the same band he had for Wren and repeating the procedure. This time though the guards did not lead the crying girl away, they waited.*
"Telekenetic? You then are of more use to us right now." He nodded,
*The guard behind his chair stepped around, grabbing her firmly by the shoulder and leading her crying away to the pulsating dark circle*
((ooc: I will begin a thread for Emma at the Dark Circle, you are now out of the workpen thread Emma. Wren go back to work normally.))
((ooc: And yes, the bracelets are a late addition, an inspiration I need to edit for))
Edited by: Dark Creatures at: 11/10/01 9:40:06 pm
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
James was led to the area and was given instructions.
"State your name, age, sex, Hogwarts house, skill level and any other information we would require. Look at the box while you do."
James looked at the box fearfully and said "James Wickenham, 11, Male, Slytherin, First year." He paused when he came to this point" I don't really have anything special" he added.
At this point he stared at the box still and waited.
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 9
(11/10/01 10:07 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
*The wizard watched this boy carfully, he looked around after he had finsihed and remained still waiting for further instruction. Catching the attention of the Slavemaster, hand gestures communicated something between the two. The Wizard looked thoughtful for a minute before he pressed a smaller indent.
The panel slid open and a larger band appeared, this one with a third jewel embedded in it. He gestured for the boy to look up at him and put his arm out. When he presented it the wizard put the band on his arm*
"Young obedient and hard-working." He said coldly
"You will do well to keep that attitude up and make sure it spreads to the rest of your people. But do not shelter the weak from us again."
*Done the guard lead him back to the pen, not needing to push or shove and making sure the other children saw how he was not abused before he fetched another student out at random*
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Rico saw James being led back into the area where they were, but he wasn't being forced like the others. Rico was curious why but before he could think, he was pushed into the room with the table and box.
After he was told to give his name, age, sex,house, skill and additional information he responded
"Rico Suavado,11,Male, Hufflepuff, First year, and nothing special" and at this point he wizard sitting at the table immeditaly growled at him
"Don't lie to me boy" but he hadn't said this, as his lips hadn't moved.
Rico gasped in suprise, something he knew "Um... I read minds, and am a bit telekenetic"
(ok so I hope that is ok, since those are my powers, I just haven't been able to do much with them, and yea those powers are oked with Carm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Aldon was taken from his work of building a pen, to a table with a box sitting on top. The elf sitting at the table barked at Aldon to state information about himself. Aldon looked at the box and spoke...
"Aldon AireWing, 11, male, Gryffindor, I'm exceptionally well at Charms..." Aldon had almost forgotten who he was talking to and had brought up his smart i know everything attitude. He stood quiet looking at the elf.
'oh god oh god' his mind was screaming these words over and over...he dident want to see the elfs reply, his knees were getting weak...
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 10
(11/10/01 11:31 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
****Reply to Rico****
*The Wizard looked intently at the boy, his usual first try to flush out telepaths working for him again, it was afterall why he did this job. He produced the bracelet, going through the procedure again with attaching it to the boys arm. He said something to the guard behind his chair who walked around to Rico and grabbed him*
"You will go to the Circle, your case shall be dealt with by another for now."
*The guard pushes Rico, his hand crossbow out and ready to fire as he shoved the boy toward the circle*
****Reply to Aldon****
*The wizard looked dryly at the arrogant boy he did not press the button instead looking at the whip carrying guard standing to the side, he uncurled the whip to be ready.*
"that is good, so long as it is not a boastful bragging lie boy, I have no time for that, continue and explain"
((ooc: Rico, you're at the Dark Circle after i start a thread))
((ooc: Aldon, keep talking))
((ooc: Anyone, if doing it like this is too confusing or is good, post in ooc forum and let me know please))
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Quinn was next in the queue of students.
"Quinn Shapiro, fourteen, Hufflepuff." She had nothing else to say, not as far as she knew it. No special powers. A nagging sort of feeling in the back of her throat appeared as she stared down at the box. "No special powers," she repeated, this time out loud, more to herself than to the elves. The nagging persisted.
((OOC: She *does* have a power, which she doesn't know about. Carm said it was okay, she has the power to cast illusions and alter her own appearance (wandlessly). A chameleon of sorts.))
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Aldon let out a breath of air in relief, but he was all but aware of the whip in the gaurds hands.
"I can charm any object to fly, the simple summoning charm, though i have learned to summon quite bigger things. I know all of the quite nasty charms that cause pain and such on others." "i have had mostly all charms work succesfully" Aldon had read every charms book he had gotten his hands on even a book in Godric Gryffindors Library...he remembered the statue of Salzazar Slytherin he had seen when he first arrived in this nightmare. "I can charm things to improve thir use or make them stronger, Like the whips you use, sir" Aldon had pointed to the whips the gaureds carried around, they had to be charmed, they worked so diffrently than normal whips... Edited by: Aldon AireWing at: 11/11/01 10:57:44 am
"State your name, age, sex, Hogwarts house, skill level and any other information we would require. Look at the box while you do."
Classica swallowed hard to stop from screaming as she complied with the being's orders.
"Classica Macabre. Fifteen years old. Female. Gryffindor fifth year." she swallowed again. Other information? She had seen Emma Clark get whipped for not immediately stating her telekenisis...Classica blinked rapidly and quickly added, "Retrocognition. I..can sense things that have happened in the past without previously knowing about them." She hoped the creatures didn't think she was being a smart-alleck by providing them with the definition. "And I have a special affinity with animals."
((Carmilla, I was meaning to email you about that retrocognition bit, I added that to Classica's profile and I forgot to notify you. Hope that's okay, if not, go ahead and edit it out.))
- Classica Macabre
William Norteph Someone in deep sh*t
Posts: 4
(11/11/01 8:52 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
"State your name, age, sex, Hogwarts house, skill level and any other information we would require. Look at the box while you do."
William swallowed deeply.
"William Norteph, 14, male, Ravenclaw, 3rd Year, and my best subject is Potions," he said nervously while looking at the box.
(OOC: I have a problem, I am not sure if I'm 3rd Year but I think I am because I left early.)
Ryleigh Atalanta Someone in deep sh*t
Posts: 4
(11/11/01 10:04 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Ryleigh stumbled up to the table
She sighed, her breath catching as she felt a sharp pain sear in her chest when she inhaled. grabbing the side of her chest, Ryleigh turned her pained blue eyes to one of the drow that asked her a really daft questions. She swallowed and answered slowly, not in the mood - nor in the shape - to be rebelious or bitchy.
"Ryleigh Atalanta, Slytherin..." She stopped to catch a breath, she lost a lot of energy taking and withstanding all the blows she's recieved.
"16 Years old, sixth year, I am equally skilled in all of my subjects." She replied her voice trailing a little and her eyes drooping. Her last answer wasnt to prove herself as the smartest person right now, but that was the honest answer to the creatures question.
Edited by: Ryleigh Atalanta at: 11/11/01 11:09:34 pm
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 17
(11/11/01 11:16 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
((ooc: sorry, not ignoring the rest of you, but this issue is separate from the rest and has been complicated and confused and so needs to be resolved quickly. Celestina I will reply to you when you post.))
Tehr stood behind the chair this wizard sat in, picking up most of what was said, but not paying attention to it, watching her instead. He frowned at her obvious injuries and spoke to his hand trained guard standing behind the chair. He clucked his tongue and shook his head, they had been right to beat her like that afterall, setting her as an example for the younger kids to follow.
But then to expect her to work and drag her off for torture, he would have to discuss the slavemasters behaviour with his lord, if they ever wanted to get out of here they needed all the slaves working, aside from those gifted out by the Lord-Commander of this raiding group.
He presented the wizard with the two jewels, tokens of ownership, his were different to those of the house as his name was different.
The band was produced, two jewels, his scarlet tinted stone which held his details in it and a randomly selected blue stone which had recorded her information. It was attached to her wrist, the ends fusing together and sealing it to her, she was now his property, to go to his son and be passed down the family line or by the will of Tehr' until she died.
He waited, for them to process the other girl he had denied the torturer the pleasure of hurting for no reason.
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Rhiannon harrumphed as the creatures pushed her towards the table. She did not like being treated like a slave, but had a good mind to keep her mouth shut. She stared hard into the Drow's eyes as he spoke to her. She felt his icy stare against her violet eyes. But other than cold, she could feel nothing. Rhiannon was NOT going to give in easily.
"State your name, age, sex, Hogwarts house, skill level and any other information we would require. Look at the box while you do."
Rhiannon looked at the box and followed the instructions.
"Rhiannon Aithne, fourteen, female, Gryffindor, Fourth Year."
She thought to herself. What other information could they want? Surely, if they wanted to know about her clan, they would already. There were books about it, weren't there? Rhiannon decided not to tell them, and stared at the box again.
"And exceptionally good at Charms." She said with a smirk.
"You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me." ~ReflectionEdited by: SilverPhoenixWings at: 11/12/01 1:10:47 am
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 18
(11/12/01 12:18 am)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
****Reply to Quinn****
*The wizard looked at her seeing her obeying instruction without insolence. A whining whisper in his ear that only he could hear coming from a small golden earring, it told him her thoughts.
There was hesitation in her but she answered honestly. Just her nerves playing her up.
He repeated the proceedure with the box and wristband fusing it together around her wrist.*
"If you do ever discover something you will tell us immediately, this is better than trying to hide any discoveries"
*He was bored now and gestured the guard to shove her back to the pen they were busily constructing*
****Reply to Aldon****
*The wizard listened to the boys outrageous claims, deciding he would teach him for his insolence in suggesting a human child could do a better job than they could. He laughed coldly, a sharp dry sound that alarmed even the guards. He stopped finally, deeply amused by him*
"Guard, take him to the circle he will prove his claim for us and for himself"
*The wizard clamps the bracelet onto his wrist, yellow eyes still laughing as the guard dragged him off to the Dark Circle to prove himself*
((ooc:Quinn, you got away with it, you should know why as well.
Aldon, a post will be placed for you at the Dark Circle))
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Celestina approached the table, a glare fixated on her face. She was in complete pain still, bruises where clearly visible on her stomach and accross her back, and cuts where still bleeding and soaking through her shirt. For a moment Celest closed her green eyes, trying to get rid of the glare. But when she re opened her eyes, she was still wearing the glare.
Although Celest didnt mean to glare, in fear of getting into trouble for it, she just couldnt help it, she was angry. She had been taken away from the school and most of her friends, in such a short amount of time and taken here, to this hell hole.
"State you name, sex, age, and Magical experience" said a very cold voice. Celest closed her eyes, and shuddered, before replying. "Celestina Warbeck, Im a female, I turned 16 a few weeks ago, and I am very skilled in all my areas of learning, especially Charms, and Defence Against The Dark Arts, they are my best areas and I have always received very high marks in both of those places" she said, the same peircing glare stuck on her face. She wanted to yell at him, just yell, scream at him, hurt him. But what was the point, she would just end up getting whipped more, so she just stood their glaring, until he replied, with that same cold voice.....
~~CeLeSTiNA~~
Im NOT a tease! Im a reminder of something you cant have
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
Ryleigh looked at her arm with a raised eyebrow, watching as the jeweled band connected to it.
She looked to the Drow master (Terh..I think) and stared at him idly for a moment. She was now his, she knew this, it was the ritual among all creatures, you get hand picked, then branded by the master.
She closed her blue eyes, letting a single tear trail down her dirty face, "Weak..." She muttered hoarsly to herself.
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 26
(11/14/01 9:01 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
***Reply to Classica***
The Wizard having dealt with many cases so far today held back a yawn, wondering idly whether the powers she had claimed without hesitation were of any use to them, maybe they would be, that was a decision to be made once they reached home.
He pressed the same button, producing a bracelet and clamping it to her wrist which the guard simply grabbed and held. He was tempted to have her whipped for assuming he did not know a word she used, but he had asked for information and she had provided it very well.
“You will be informed of your role when we reach the slave yard, get back to work.”
The guard drags her back to the work area, shoving her back to work viciously as he looked at the next unregistered slave.
***Reply to William***
Thouroughly bored with this task he had been set by the commander and just about ready to murder the next slave that gave him reason to do something the wizard pressed the button.
The guard also looking like he was getting a sore arm from standing there pulled his arm and held it while he was marked.
"work" the wizard commanded, he sighed needing something of interest to happen, the guard released the boy and stepped behind, looking forward to this he put a little elbow into it.
A single crack of a whip across his back, painful and cruel the wizard felt better seeing his eyes widen and a cry of pain escaped him,
"or you face a beating." The guard dragged him back to the pen and shoved him before grabbing the next slave.
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 27
(11/14/01 9:17 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed
***Reply to Rhiannon***
The wizard almost yawned now, his finger sore from pressing the button he clamped the band over her arm and looked at her, yellow eyes narrowing at the smirk.
WIth a simple gesture the guard shifted behind her, whip slashing out, tearing across her back once, he did not need to explain his reasons to a slave, and it was better not to, she would figure out insolence was never tolerated, it was beaten out of slaves until they would beg to eat their food off the floor. This one maybe had a ways to go
His eye caught on the neclace she wore, remembering watching her leave the gathering area and seeming to gain some form of strength from it.
Still shocked from the viscious blow, a simple gesture had her arms pinned behind her back, the wizard stood slowly, fine boned hand tracing across the chain line around her neck. He sneered, curling his hand around it and tearing it from her neck, breaking the chain and holding it before her wickedly
"No slave wears jewellery, not even a worthless trinket like this" he hissed at her, waiting wickedly for her reaction as he sat back out of her immediate reach behind the large table. He opened his hand casually looking the item he held, rolling it in his hand.
The guard releasing her hands, ready to restrain her within a second if she moved at all.
((You get to reply here, if I did something wrong in detail way, just say ooc in this thread and what was wrong and i will edit.))
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