Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
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(11/7/01 6:19 pm)
Arrival
Hundreds of short figures marched into a darkened and damp area, groups of them holding large robe clad limp bodies over their heads, all of them chanting dark words as they did. Small torches inside coiled stone snakes hung from the walls and lit the area eerily; orange light bouncing off the tight chain mail that covered the bodies of the small creatures that invaded Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The echo of hardened wood meeting stone rang through the area as the larger hooded figures followed the drove of tiny warriors. Their eyes – which were hidden by the heavy hoods of their cloaks – watched as some of the bodies wriggled in fear as they were carried to a horrid fate.
For minutes they traveled deeper into the area they had just entered, the torches becoming scarce, the already dark path only growing darker. Muffled gags could be heard as some of the captives slowly awakened, having been knocked out cold, struck over the head with either a wooden hilted dagger or staff. The hoods of the cloaks on the Dark Elven Mages shook slightly as they laughed at their victim’s growing worry.
The small figures continued their inhuman chant as they finally reached a turn, a sharp descending one, leading them further into the blackened cove.
“To the Dark Circle!” One of the hooded Mages announced, gleefully raising his crooked staff. The throng of tiny Dark Elves stopped the chanting for a moment to let off evil cackles and darkened laughs.
The descending hallway continued further, by now they were deep under the castle - one could tell, the air was still and damp, the victims finding it even harder to breathe through their gagged mouths, the stagnant air not welcomed by their nostrils.
Soon after their latest descent more chanting could be heard, slightly different in tone but still sung in the same inhuman language, the Dark Elven warriors joined in once again, purple light beginning to play across the mossy black stone walls ahead. Soon torches could be seen again, the Elven Mages swept past their warriors to take the lead, their staffs extended they too joined the Dark singing their voices booming over the rest.
Some of the captives awoke, sitting up on tiny hands that carried them towards a misted purple light. Fear shooting through their nerves, sweat leaking off their brows, eyes wide in terror, all of them wishing they’d remained asleep during this moment.
Past ancient huge double doors and into a vast chamber, the roof unseen in high shadows. The damp dripping increasing in the passageway where moss and slime grew freely, feeding from it. Close to a hundred dark warriors, trained for a hundred years, filed into this carved stone chamber, carrying struggling charges easily in arms whose strength defied their physical size.
Over two hundred heads turned as they entered, cruel eyes gleaming with glee as tight lips opened, powerful-pitched voices joining the raiders in triumph. Toppled pillars that had never reached the roof lay where they had been cast down, cracked and broken by their fall.
A misty, dull purple glow lighting the room from its center out, throwing the armored warriors into an eerie light. Beside the doors, adamantine stakes had been hurriedly driven into the ground, ten on either side them, a runway into the room. Long chains lay from them, attached to hounds, half as large again as Great Dane or a Wolf. Their coarse, bristled fur, black tinted with a deep ruddy brown, eyes of fire glaring with evil hunger at the stirring, carried children, they did not bark or howl, standing only to sit in a salute, massive jaws lined with sharp curved teeth, their mouths hung open panting and liquid flames dripped like saliva from the opened them. Their large paws planted on the ground even through the dim light one could see the black charring those terrible feet left on cold dampened stone.
A child screamed, a seventh year girl seeing the Elven war dogs, knowing well the myths of hell hounds. Her cry was silenced with a sickening crunch as an adamantine dagger pommel drove into her temple. The cry had awoken more students, more screams went out and the Elves allowed these ones, the terror they carried cutting the air and soaking through the Dark Elves, their chant increasing in volume, spurred on with wicked delight.
The crowds parted be fore the raiders, leading the way to a large circle, the purple swords of the language of Elven magic glowing, radiating light through the chamber which itself looked centuries old, as old as the castle itself.
One by one dropping their charges in front of the circle, backing away and spinning long spears with curved, serrated tips pointing down at the deposited children, making it clear that no movement would be tolerated. 67 students, of all ages, genders and houses sat, huddling together in terror of the three hundred gleaming eyes that stared, forgetting house rivalry, forgetting age barriers. A few noticing the scattered bones, a massive snakes skeleton, half crushed by a toppled pillar, they knew the legend, the story of the this place.
The chanting stopped, suddenly and a silence soaked the heavy air, broken by the shuffling of feet, a gap appeared allowing the way forward to be seen. At the far end of this chamber, purple light wrapping around its form was the carved statue of a cruel man, his face difficult to see yet instantly known to the history students, one whimpered the name in horror.
“Salazar Slytherin”
He clawed his way to his feet, running in terror blinded by his feeling he took three steps before a single twang was heard over through the silence. He collapsed, hands clutching his knee a thin object to larger than a simple pencil stuck out from the side of his knee, his scream of pain as a poison ran through his veins, tearing his mind into agony. The whispering mutters of the children stopped, a few shifting to run for their friend, Gryffindors braving the odds and drawing wands, more twangs and two more screaming writhing sixth year boys fell wands clattering to the floor.
Confused cries, sobs and pleas broke from the 64 left, they were ignored, twenty elves standing closer than the rest, holding tiny hand crossbows, pointing as if waiting for an excuse to use their non lethal weaponry. The main raiders fell back to allow the slave masters room, allowing also fifteen more robed figures to leak through their ranks, Mages coming to get a closer look at the newly acquired slaves that would live and die in their service.
A final figure, taller than the rest, adamantine plated chain mail enameled black, a cloak of shimmering black scales, skin taken as a trophy from a Norwegian Ridgeback, His helm plated and scaled, curved spikes curling back from arm plates he stood legs apart, staring at his prisoners.
“Children…” His voice cold, sharp and lacking the gibbering glee of the other elves,
“You are now the property of House Rielhzra, those men are your masters, you will do as they command, their voices are my voice, echoing my words and my will to you. Do not disobey me, your lives will not be worth the effort of it.” His arms crossed over his chest.
“Your wands shall remain upon you at all times, do not draw them unless you are commanded to do so, in order to better serve my will and accomplish your task with greater speed.” He paused casting his eyes around them,
“You will firstly be moving these pillars, creating a pen for yourselves to live in until we chose to leave this place.” He lied about their ability to leave. A smile grew on his face
“In order to ensure you do not try to leave know this, there are 300 of my warriors here, 19 of my wizards who make your professors look like children, 20 War Hounds at the only exit and” His smile turned wicked, a low hissing growing from behind him, the scraping of scale on rock as a massive lizard-like creature dragged itself with clawed hands, a foot across, hard claws that scratched the hard stone beneath it, its body wide, a short tail with sharp, hard spines protruding along its back, out of its elbow joints. What drew the terrified gasps was not the creature’s sheer size, but the eight long necks, eight pairs of animally cruel black eyes, and eight hissing jagged toothed mouths.
“My pet shall be sitting amongst you, three of your number have already felt the sting of a drop of its venom, don’t give him reason to bite you.” He left it at that, turning to leave for his tent-like dome, the warriors cackled as the trained hydra advanced on the children.
Slave Masters drew long whips the glowed with magic energies as they were cracked through the air, crossbows held lightly in hand. The message clear, insolence would not be tolerated, sudden movements they had not commanded would be punished with unbearable pain and attempts to escape would result in death either at the fiery dogs ripping, flaming mouths or at the eight mouthed hydras poisoned, jagged teeth.
OOC: Okay, this is the post you guys can react too, I strongly suggest you *do not* try to escape, the creatures will damn near, if not , kill you. Understand? There is a Hydra 19 Mages and 20 hellhounds at the door...not to mention 300 of the guys who captured you...so yeah, just RP accordingly, more tortur...I mean opportunies to post are on the way.
James stood in shock, trying to comprehend what was happeneing to them all. After they were ordered to create a pen for themselves, he didn't know what to do. He looked around for a bit, and then some of the older students stood up and started casting. James listened carefully to what they said and how they moved,imitating them closely to cast the spell. He did it successfully and continued to move the rocks so they could create a pen.
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Quinn's body shook with sobs. The whole time while that - that thing was speaking to them, she was trying, vainly, to supress her tears. When those kids got killed - gods, it was too much. She had never seen a dead person in her life, and now...
Starting out quietly, then slowly increasing in volume, she cried and sobbed, with effects to rival that of Moaning Myrtle. But looking at her, laughing was the last thing you'd want to do. She clenched her fists, and while other kids, even those younger than herself, got up to do as they were told, Quinn felt her knees buckle underneath her. Burying her head in what was left of her tattered jacket, she wondered if it would have been better to have been killed right away.
In all of her 14 years, this was the first time that she had cried like this. But it would not be the last.
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*Edward is one of the last to wake up, huddling himself tightly and staring wide eyed at everything going on. Whimpering in a state of total shock.
When the Hidra appears he goes pale and when they are ordered to work and he sees the whips and the crosbows he crumbles inside, just wanting to be back at that lovely feast or in his home in the forest.
He curls up tightly, sobbing and shivering on the damp floor, the wrongness of this place place and these people making him ache inside.* Edited by: Edward Oakenheart at: 11/7/01 8:52:04 pm
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Toni blinked. Sweat was pouring down her forehead. Not only was she nervous, but she was frightened...and she hated the feeling of being so helpless and weak. She had no idea what to do, so she began to wander around, trying to pull herself together. Suddenly, she bumped into something. No, not something. Someone. She apologized quickly, and somehow got the strength to look up.
What she saw caused her to gasp and fall backwards. It was one of the Slave Masters. He was gripping a whip, and he was grinning madly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please don't-" Before she could stop herself, she burst into uncontrollable sobs.
"Bangbangbangbang! Pow pow! Bang! Wheee, yay! HAHAHA!!" ~quote from Overcooked Noodle, the Deer-slayer
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*Wren had been one of the first to awaken...she couldn't remember when she'd fallen asleep, or if she even had.... maybey she was just out of it. All she knew was where she was was a very bad place to be....
She was not afraid persay, at first...rather, she was calculating all possible escape routes. She felt her wand down the front of her jumpsuite, and looked around....
But when they began shooting students with those pioson arows, the reality of her predicament began to set in... Paul H'tarlaw had been nothing compared to these guys... nothing at all.
It was then that her pulse began to quicken, and small droplets of sweat began to form on her upper lip.
A few quick balances of pros and cons and Wren decided it was better to do as she was told for now and think of what to do about her predicament later.... she wondered if she could try and befreind the large lizard as she had an affinity for them....but that idea was dissimised almost immidately... she wanted no part in it's poison.
Instead she drew her wand SLOWLY, not making any of the forbiden quick movements and took up a place next to a boy dressed as what she recognized to be a G. I. Joe doll, and began moving rocks.*
"Just when the Caterpillar thought the
world was ending... It became the Butterfly." ~Anonymous
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Aldon pulled himself off the floor. his head hurt from the blow he had taken to the head earlier that evening at a happier time. Aldon had lied on the floor in the position he was thrown during the whole terrifying speech that he couldent hear over his wimpers and the wimpers of the others. Aldon thought he would surely go crazy hearing the terror and seeing the death of the other students who tried to fight against the captures.
Aldon sat and Rocked back and fourth on the floor...Hearing the sounds of death and terror...He would go crazy if he stayed here...he wimpered to himself on the dark floor packed with what seemed a hundred kids all from what he could see were terrified..."God" he said aloud between his frightened sobs...his books couldent help him now...he feared nothing could.
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((erk, just FYI I know it sounds like that but no one died, they just got like hexed or sommat, blame it on the other dark creature I only wrote half of that thing...and erm, yeah,
I don't actually like the deaths of kids...NPC's or not, I just like to kill creatures, torture people and stuff *nids* and it means more work for me if kids die, ya know sending owls, crying parents blah blah *grins*, but yeah no death...erm yeah...))
Headmistress Carmilla Crowe
Ravenclaw
"Some people have a way with words, while others erm...thingy"
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Rhiannon felt herself being carried along, and finally dropped, as she emerged from the semi-conscious state. She listened as a man, whom one boy had said was Slytherin, spoke about their fate. His words swept over them like fire. Rhiannon was terrified, but she must not move or speak.
As the students were poisened, she shook violently within, but on the outside she was stoic and emotionless. Rhiannon sat very still until told the spells to move the column. Her braided black hair was soaked with sweat and dampness from the below-ground caves. She couldn’t understand this. Surely these creatures, said to be extremely powerful in magic, didn’t need the help of schoolchildren.
The dankness of the chamber crept over Rhiannon, chilling her bones and making her hair lift on her arms. Her hand went up to her neck slowly, where she sought comfort in the necklace her grandmother had given her. The smooth silver warmed slightly in her hand, but she was brought back to reality by orders being given.
Rhiannon remained silent as she walked over to the columns and pushed up her sleeves. Pulling her wand out of her pocket, she said the words that she was told. None of this made sense to her, except for the fact that they were in a very very bad situation…
"You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me." ~ReflectionEdited by: SilverPhoenixWings at: 11/8/01 7:47:40 pm
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Emma had been one of the last to be awkenked. Where was she? Her head pounded hard as she distantly heard faint, but clear talking. Something about being slaves. She heard students scream out in pain. Suddenly something large and cold hit her in the back quickly. She could sense fire licking at a new cut on her back, perhaps a bite from the large creature. She stumbled fearfully as it stepped over her. She whimpered as she heard a boy memtion that the man talking was Slytherin. Perhaps he was right. The great beast came over to her again, she was ready to draw her wand, but then as she fell back into sleep her wand dropped from her hands and rolled across the stone floor.
But she only stayed unconcious for a few momements, something hard, but light had kicked her in the back, knocking her out of sleep. With a raspy voice it repeated its leader's orders to her. She remained still. She felt she could no longer move. The creature then grabbed her wrist tightly and jerked her up and pushed her into a colunm in the corner of the large area and threw her wand at her. She caught it weakly, fumbling with her numb fingers, and slowly said the words they ordered her to say.
As she said those words a small silver tear ran down from her eyes. She forced the next shower of them back into her eyes as she finished the spell. * I cannot cry!* She thought fearfully as she finished saying the words. * It will only make them think they're getting to me* But another tear slowly made its way down her cheek.
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Tears streamed down Classica's face, and she felt as if she was going to throw up. Covering her mouth with her hand, she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away from that....thing....that was before them. She felt even more alone realizing she hardly knew any of the people around her.
Celest had barely moved. She had gone into a state of shock-a trance, or something odd, that had never happend to her before. She knew as one of the oldest, it was her duty to stay calm, and keep the younger students calm as well. She knew help must be on the way, surely the headmistress wouldnt leave them here forever. All around her people where crying, or like her just shocked. For a couple of minutes she seriously considered making a run for it, and cursing everything and anything evil that got in her way. But chances are the hydra would swallow her whole. She stood there, thats it, just stayed stationary, to frightened to move, to nervouse to try. Her wand was inside her cloak pocket which was ripped and torn, she held it tightly. As she fixed her eyes on the giant hydra, she felt a sharp, fierce pain cut accross the side of her back. She screamed and fell to the ground. Her eyes were red from crying and she looked up into the fierce eyes of one of the elves. "Get Up! GET UP! No slacking off!" it yelled at her. She didnt move again, she didnt want to listen to this thing. But when she didnt get up, she was hit again, this time accross the chest. She yelled in pain, as blood started to escape the wounds, and her skin started to bruise. "GET UP!" yelled the elf louder this time. Celest stumbled to her feet, the elve ordered her to get working, and she stumbled over to where the other students where, she was still crying, and blood was still freely rushing from her cuts.....
(TAG anyone.....)
~~CeLeSTiNA~~
Im NOT a tease! Im a reminder of something you cant have
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Quinn lifted her head and sniffled. Wiping the tears off her reddened face, she heard an older girl screaming and saw her struggle to get up, bleeding all over. The other's pain somewhat made her forget her own.
"Oh gods..." she muttered, and got up. Walking over to her, she ruffled through her pockets, and pulled out a bandana which she was going to wear but never got the chance to put on. Pressing it against the girl's cuts, she said soothingly, "It's okay, does it hurt much?" Giving the deepest cut a scrutinizing look, she muttered, "It's not too bad, it only looks very, very horrid."
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Emma had finished moving one pillar to the corner when she heard a scream. Louder than the others it seemed, she turned and saw Celeste lying on the ground ..blood all over her. Emma pocketed her wand and got ready to run over to her but an elve stopped her halfway across the floor. " Where do you think you're going miss?" It say coldly and then it took out a whip. Emma knew he was going to hit her, but she hadn't enough strentgh to pull away.
The whip came down on her face and shoulder, both split open gushing with thick blood. She screamed as the fire erupted and swallowed her..blood running from her forehead down into her eyes. But the elf didn't stop there. The whip came whistling down again towards her..hitting her across the arms. Blood spurted from these wounds also..bruises formed with great speed from her fall in the Feast as the elf looked at her with satifaction. He had made her scream in terror and pain. And he was proud of it. He then left Emma to bleed on the floor..while she battled in her mind wether to give up or not.
Slowly she edged her bloody hand up from the floor onto a rock...trying to hoiste herself upward. Her hand cracked sickeningly as she raised herself wobbily from the floor. She grabbed her wand and looked again at Celeste..she had already gotton help...Emma moaned slightly as she made her way back to the pillar. When she got there she could not do anything else. She leaned against the great white collum and clutched onto so she wouldn't pass out. * I need something to keep my mind on* She thought desperatly..still clinging to the pillar.
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James watched in horror as two others girls were whipped for stopping their work. He continued his work and made a mental note to make sure he looked like he was working at all times.
(ok blood doesn't gush from a cut made by a whip, there may be blood but there is no way you can get whipped once and have blood gushing into your eyes. If you get whipped its just a strand of blood that comes out, but its not like you severed an vein or anything. The elves may be cruel, but lets keep it realistic here.Oh and also, anywhere you were whipped and it bled, your gonna have a scar, so that means Emma you now have a scar across your face,shoulder,and arms)
Edited by: James Wickenham at: 11/9/01 11:39:47 am
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Celest appreciated the girl helping her. She half smiled, and when she heard another scream, she knew what had happend. She closed her eyes tightly, she didnt want to see it, it was to frightning....
(OOC: Ok-er I dont mean to sound rude, but have you ever been whiped before? If you are whiped with enough force it breaks the skin!!! Just like biting can! Besides I talked to the headmistress on msn before I wrote my post, and explained what I was writting, if there is a problem with it, she can deal with it! Yes the elves are cruel, and we are being realistic! Whips are meant to bruise, cut, anything that might hurt someone! Sure its not that you get whiped evertime that it starts bleeding, but it has already been established that these elves are strong! Once again Im sorry if that sounds rude)
~~CeLeSTiNA~~
Im NOT a tease! Im a reminder of something you cant have
William Norteph Someone in deep sh*t
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(11/9/01 5:44 pm)
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William had hidden his face from view. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of here, as fast as he could. He didn't know what these things were, but he didn't want to find out either. William slipped his hand in his pocket but to his dismay his wand, his most valuable possession, was gone. He started to sob silently hoping nobody would notice.
(OOC: Personally, I have to agree with James on the whip thing. And before you ask if I had been whipped before, I'll answer it, Yes. It was an accident of course, I was in my Indiana Jones time of my life and my cousin *accidently* hit me with it and blood trickled out. I know the Dark Elves would be stronger than when my cousin was 7 but it still would not gush out. Also this is not ment to sound rude.)
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James quickened his work, trying to work double. He had noticed that a couple of people were still in shock and he didn't want anyone else to get hurt.
(not personally, but I have seen it happen, and with a decent amount of force(bullies tend to get viscious around here). I wasn't directing it to your post Celestina, all you said was that blood came, thats understandable, but Emma put that blood was gushing, that isn't realistic)
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*Wren was carefullt placing smaller boulders in gaps left by stacking longer peices of column. Suddenly a large portion of column came down right where she was trying to manuver a boulder. She jumped back, startleds and scraped open the knee of her jumpsuite. Picking herself up she looked over and saw that it was the GI Joe boy, working far to quickly, and lossing care.*
"Hey!" she said in a low voice. "Fast is good, but somehow I don't think they want this done sloppy either. You wanna be a bit more carefull? I mean seriosly, someone needs to wedge these a little tighter or it's going to fall down ON someone.... like one of US! Are you trying to get us all killed?"
*She too could see that some people were still in shock but rather than speed up her work she instead helped the nearest to her feet. She had been crying but she was better off if she at least looked like she was working.*
"Hey," Wren forced herself to smile for the older , "You wanna give me a hand with these boulders?"
((Um...Wren don't know it, but I'm talking to Classica Mcabree.))
"Just when the Caterpillar thought the
world was ending... It became the Butterfly." ~Anonymous
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Aldon had stopped his very slow work pace of moving a rather large rock, His hands already hurt and doing this for long would definatly have its effects. He heard the screams of an molder girl as she was wipped and she fell to the ground obviously in alot of pain. Then again another girl was struck down by a whip weilding elf, she had gotte it bad and was bleeding heavily, his stomach turned and he felt like sitting down...Aldon did not like to see blood.
Aldon considered going to help the girl with the mending of her cuts but he and a dozen others were being watched by a gaurd, he was definatly making sure they kept working...
Aldon finally put down his rock next to a growing pile, he then began to find yet another and move it to the same pile. the whole process was useless the point of moving rocks had no purpose. But he would say nothing it was to frightening to think of the consequences of what would happen if he spoke.
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Celest was still in a considerable amount of pain, but feeling that she didnt want to be hurt again, she thanked Quinn(sorry if I got it wrong :S) and started moving boulders, and not making eye contact with the elves.
(Hey James, no problem soryr bout freakin, Im not feeling very well today But I see your point)
~~CeLeSTiNA~~
Im NOT a tease! Im a reminder of something you cant have
But I see your point)
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