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Post by Sylvan Thails on Nov 28, 2009 0:36:49 GMT
*It would have to be a Side-Along Apparation with Erupttat, too many wards surrounded the massive manor that spread across the lands of Greece. Landing in a drift of black and purple smoke as she looks around and sighs happily at the fact she didn't splich them. Side-Alongs were not her specialty, after all. Not that she would have said anything to Erupttat.*
Welcome to my home, Erupttat.
*Standing amidst a massive garden with shallow hedge work that offers up a bouquet of scents to the nose in exotic flowers' perfume and the loam of the earth. Sylvan looks up to the tall shadow like spires of her home and smiling.*
Thails Manor has been upon the earth for a great, great many years. While we've not always knelt at the hem of the Dark Lord's robes...we have been practitioners of the same magic.
*She smiles and leads him through the gardens, to an area closed off from prying eyes with hedge and vine. Statues within and a large, stone covered well (seemingly) at it's center.*
This...is the entrance to the labyrinth.
*A wave of her wand has the cover shifting and moving aside, the sides moving as well in a fast shift of rock that opens up into a maw into the earth. A narrow stair way leading down.*
There is, of course, only one way in or out. The Labyrinth has been sealed off from Apparation entirely...trying to Apparate out results in a stinging hex with a delightful amount of kick to it.
I will, of course, have a seating area here for the Dark Lord. My thought is is to lay an enchantment all through the maze that allows others to observe the twisted halls and the goings on within. Tricky, but not impossible. This way, the Master may have others here with him to enjoy the games below.
*Smiling softly, she was quite proud of herself.*
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Nov 28, 2009 15:17:12 GMT
*Remaining silent as Sylvan led him through her gardens he curiously listened to her every word.*
*The potential for causing suffering to foes was pleasing, though a smile did not crack on his face.*
*He did not like to show his emotion, even though he felt comfortable around Sylvan.*
*He was impressed at the hidden entrance. Being kept within the dark walls of Azkaban since his freedom from the cave he had seen little of the wonders that magic could do.*
*He himself could probably never hope to conjure such things.*
Is anything down there?
*Curious of further traps and hopeful of a beast like the minotaur he had heard of.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Nov 28, 2009 21:09:26 GMT
Currently no, the labyrinth is empty. I had high hopes to lure a Chimera down there...but such an endeavor would be suicidal...Chimera are not known for being very good pets. Though...the Basilisk is also native to Greece. It would be intensely difficult to have such a creature within the stone halls below.
There are no traps, as the halls will be first used for our games. Death Eaters will be down below and I do not think it would please our Master if some of them fell stupidly into a trap before He has finished with them.
I did have a thought, however. Fenrir Greyback...we could always tuck him below during a full moon and let him have his fun.
*She chuckles and pats the monstrous man's arm almost gently.*
You are the Lord's bringer of things most painful...I give you free reign to learn and adjust the labyrinth as you see fit. I have faith in you, you seem to be a very....creative man.
*Smiling softly as she nods.*
If you've need for magic, I will assist you in any way I can. I will say this...should you run across my father and I am not with you, simply let him know you've my permission to be here and are in service of the Dark Lord. Else you will find a man few have bested bearing down on you within rights of this land. As he would see you as a trespasser.
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Nov 28, 2009 23:38:56 GMT
*He nods, expressionless still.*
I should worry for your father if he cross me. Though I have no desire to harm anyone of your kin.
*A slight feeling of remorse at the threat touched him, but lingered for hardly a moment. Strange the feelings he had around this woman.*
You will not accompany me?
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Nov 30, 2009 4:24:14 GMT
*Sylvan laughed softly and shook her head slightly.*
I do not doubt your prowess at being the best at what you are...but my father is not someone to be taken lightly. Were anyone able to actually bring him low...they would do so at a cost higher than most men wish to pay.
Do you wish me to accompany you, Erupttat? If I'm to believe rumor...you are a man who does not enjoy working with others. I merely wished to make you more comfortable.
*She smiles and nods her head slightly, a hand on his forearm as she used him for balance; her other hand holding up her skirts some as she descended down the steps.*
*The halls are narrow, though enough that two would be able to walk side by side. Perfect dark greeted them, hollow silence the only sound offered.*
Welcome to the labyrinth, Erupttat.
*Her voice echoing eerily, even though Erupttat is aware she's beside him, it's impossible to identify just where her voice is coming from. The effect quite disorienting.*
*Sylvan takes a large spool of twine from a niche in one wall and carefully ties it to a rod bar that has been inserted into that niche.*
This is the only promise of finding your return. If we are not together...you must remember to do this else you risk becoming lost....
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 3, 2009 21:10:32 GMT
*True, he did prefer to be alone. He had been alone for most of his life. It was what he knew and how he felt most in control. Other people were just something to get in the way.*
*This woman however was a help to him at the moment. At least, that seemed a plausible reason to keep her around. Better than any other he could think of for why he was doing so.*
*He tensed as she took his arm, not used to anyone touching him without meaning harm.*
*He nodded as she explained about the twine.*
Show me your maze.
I should like to see how it can be altered for further enjoyment.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 3, 2009 21:32:14 GMT
*She notes the tension in him, looking back towards him before smiling a bit, offering a nod as he wishes to see the maze.*
Of course, please keep a hand on the string as we walk. It is close to impossible to Apparate from the maze once you're within. I've made sure magical escape is close to impossible. As well as I can. Even the Death Eaters within the halls will be trapped and will have to rely on their own wits. As I said...it is a clever game. Those who fail, even those who serve the Dark Lord...will be weeded out at his discretion. Of course, I've allowed for his...unique touch to be able to penetrate any of my magical barriers.
*She leads him along the halls, pointing out this turn and that, making him note how they are all identical.*
I've also got an anti bombarda spell on the walls as well as something of my own. Making it impossible to leave a mark in the stone. It is a true labyrinth.
*She's quite proud at the work she's put into the place thus far. Making it as fool proof as possible so that they can be truly enjoyed by their Master.*
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 3, 2009 21:40:43 GMT
*He listens to her intently, not responding or questioning her, but accepting her words silently.*
I would like to add traps and pitfalls.
Our lords followers should be able to prove themselves up to the task of facing them. Those who fall are too weak to follow in the first place.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 3, 2009 21:47:47 GMT
*She smiles and nods slowly.*
This was my belief as well, Erupttat. As I've said, you are more than welcome to adjust as you see fit. I can lift the magical barriers to make this more easy on you as well. Unless you prefer to use your hands?
*She turns to regard him a moment. One of three the Dark Lord offered to become her Mentor. Though she had proved herself and was given the Dark Mark without becoming an apprentice to anyone. Wondering what all she could have learned from the monstrous man. She blinks and waves a hand idly.*
It is my hope that this will be...fun. You will be invited to join in the merriment, of course. I have high hopes for this...I want only the pleasure of our Master, I hope this will do just that.
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 3, 2009 22:32:01 GMT
*He nods again.*
Yes, remove the barriers and we shall work together. Let us make this a challenge for all.
I look forward to taking part.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 3, 2009 23:02:02 GMT
*Sylvan nods her head and takes a key from within the bodice of her dress. Old and silver, though well maintained. She casts her wand over it and the shine fades to dull brass. She looks up for a moment as if sensing for something unseen.*
It is done, Erupttat.
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 5, 2009 19:34:27 GMT
*The simplicity pleased him.*
Lead on, my lady. I will tell you when I want to change things.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 6, 2009 17:36:09 GMT
*She smiles and nods, her hands unwinding the spool as they walk. She doesn't speak much, instead enjoying the comfortable silence of the halls. She's walked them before, several times, in fact. Still, they were yet a mystery even to her. Finding new corridors and surprising dead ends.*
*She does pause, however and look back to him.*
It may be prudent to let your Dementor allies to wander as well. Since they are able to pass through walls, they may enjoy the corridors as well as you are. If anything for the aspect of fear. If the Dark Lord does put his enemies down here...it would be terrifying to be able to feel their chill and not see them or know where they are.
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 6, 2009 21:47:22 GMT
Dementors yes. You are clever.
*They come to a dead end.*
I would like a trap here. Charm that wall so that it appears to lead on forever.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 7, 2009 0:22:29 GMT
*She nods her head and thinks for a moment just how to do so without the illusion looking false. The wand is flicked as Sylvan speaks in her native tongue and the wall shimmers before them. As if turned to liquid before drying and appearing as if the hall continues.*
*Another incantation and the floor before the false wall shimmers in a blue light before settling.*
Now the victim will feel themselves walking even as they stand still. If there are many in the group, however, the illusion will not hold. Such is the price.
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