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The Forbidden Forest; Day 3, Rendezvous with the Centaurs
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Charles Tortal	Mar 24 2008, 06:04:01 PM Post #21
Magical Concepts Professor Posts: 315 Group: External Citizen Member #87 Joined: Feb 11 2007	Are you familiar with politics, Ronin? Charles pondered, tapping his index finger against his chin. It is such a thing that has evolved past original understanding to the point of where it is absolutely different from what it used to be. Instead of being a peaceful, mature way of electing leaders, it has been soiled by corruption and lies. He paused and tilted his head at the angry centaur. Forcing a smile across his lips, he took a more casual stance instead of his persistent at-attention status. This is the case in the wizard government as well. Instead of leading their people to prosperity, our leaders lie to us about everything they do and instead do the exact opposite. We can't oppose such a vast force such as the Wizard bureaucracy because as soon as a force rises, it's shot back down quicker than you can see it. Taking a slight pause to sniff quite briefly, Charles slightly tilted his head downwards. It's apparent that you punish people that break the law in your tribe by exiling them, but in our society, they send us to Azkaban: Home of the Dementors and sadistic sociopaths. We either follow, or we're punished. Charles left it at that and stood up straight and crossed his arms.
Professor Nate Aphelion	Mar 25 2008, 01:41:00 AM Post #22
Deputy Headmaster & Transfiguration Professor Posts: 768 Group: Ravenclaw Head of House Member #122 Joined: Mar 20 2007	Nate stepped forward, anxious to stop Charles from talking any further. Though his words may be correct his tone and general demeanor was almost certainly doing more harm than good. "Ronin, my name is Nate Aphelion. I have come to meet with your tribe in the past and was on good terms with your former tribe leader, Moran. I have lived for some time with a centaur herd in Montenegro under their leader Guiros. I have learned much from them and they too in turn learned much from me. Is there no way we can reestablish those ties between our peoples now?" It was true in his travels he had lived and tutored under Guiros, a centaur tribe leader in Montenegro. His passion for knowledge, in particular the stars and the heavens, had endeared him to the centaurs and he had been told to meet with the Hogwarts tribe leader, Moran, to establish peaceful ties. He had lived quite harmoniously with this tribe until Ronin had taken over. Now it had all changed. OOC - Banni does any of this not tie into your centaur history? I had previously done a post where I had met with the centaurs here and have used that here. What do I need to change to remain accurate with yours?
	Cheers to Savannah Edkins for the signature.
Prof. Taylor Nicole Stuart	Mar 25 2008, 05:29:50 PM Post #23
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Posts: 164 Group: Professor Member #203 Joined: Sep 20 2007	Taylor followed the group deeper into the forrest, her stomach knotting with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She knew that by even entering the forrest these daysthe professors risked the centaur's anger, but her curiosity made her keep following. When they reached the clearing, Taylor couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the sight of the bodies. She knew that the centaurs had suffered casualties from the Red Cap attack, but the sight of them all made her uneasy. As Banni, Charles, and Nate spoke with two centaurs, one who was called Ronin, Taylor remained silent. Excepting Banni, she had never come into contact with centaurs before, and didn't want to say the wrong thing. This was, of course, odd for Taylor...it was much more usual for the witch to simply say whatever came to mind, only thiking about the consequenses once the words left her mouth. However, fifty armed centaurs, many of which seemed to feel nothing short of hatred for her and her fellows, reminded her to hold her tounge.
	Thanks June!
Deleted User	Mar 25 2008, 07:39:49 PM Post #24
Deleted User	OOC: Your history with the centaurs can exist with mine just fine, Nate. Also, let's try to wrap this up, as classes are now going on and I want us to find the body so this plot can move on. Just tell me if this conflicts with your centaur account and I'll change it Nate. BIC: Banni turned to Nate with a quizzical look. Moran...I know that name...but Nate never confided this in me... Ronan was about to say something, but he was cut off by a wizened old voice: "Moran...my son." The congregation of centaurs all turned to face the furthermost edge of the clearing, where there stood an aged old centaur. As he came closer to the light emitted by the wizards' wands, Banni noted that Gregori the Elder had aged even more since he'd last seen him. He moved slowly, laboriously, but without the aid of any kind of walking stick that you would expect one of his age to use. He was wrinkled all over, with white hair, and his skin seemed to hang on his frame, both sets of ribs showing through. He was the only centaur not armed with a bow. In silence, the other centaurs watched his progression through the forest, eyes locked onto his weakened-yet-wizened frame with great reverence. Gregori stood just beside Ronin, and said, with his head turned in Nate's general direction, though the elder did not look at the Professor with his eyes (which were dull and milky-looking): "You knew my son...Moran," he said, his voice slow and measured, as even speaking was a strain on his aged body. Moran had come just before Magorian, and though he was younger than his father, he died. Centaurs often die young, it was the rule of the wild. Only Gregori seemed to have such an impressively long life. "Go on back to your scrying, old fool!" Ronin said, with a great outcry of shock from the rest of the herd, "What is it? He's senile. Forget him." The murmuring amongst the herd grew louder, some going as far as to make loud expressions of protest at their new leader's words. Clearly, there were dissenters under Ronin's leadership. It seemed only their anger at wizards kept Ronin above their dissention. But something was still amiss. Banni had noticed it when Ronin first spoke: There was a sort of...an...unrealistic closed-mindedness about him? That was the only way Banni seemed to find words to describe it. Everything that Ronin had said was in the interest of maligning humans, and he had as of yet conceded to anything said against his views. Even the way he was now treating the elder seemed...childish and it did not seem as though talking to him would do any good. Banni was now convinced: Something was quite wrong. He whispered to the others: "Something isn't right." And that is all he thought he could risk saying for Ronin was now accosting the elder. None of Banni's old herd had ever had the gaul! "All he does is sit and eat, and pretend to have visions! Bah!" snarled Ronin. "You've no respect for my wisdom!" said Gregori, quite seemingly in possession of all his wits, "I've told you time and time again not to interfere with the world. That is not our way, Ronin! Whatever the prophecy means, it does not concern you or us." "So what?" demanded Ronin, again to an outcry of disgust from members of the herd, "We just sit by and let them take everything!? Whatever it means, what the humans do DOES concern us! Why shouldn't we take part in the shaping of the world?" There was, at this, murmur of reluctant agreement amongst the herd. "A prophecy can mean what one makes of it, and I choose to make the wizard's see that we are not subservient mules!" But Gregori seemed to be ignoring Ronin, for he had moved closer to Nate, his blind eyes reflecting the light of his wand: "Go. We can talk of my son and what you knew of him later." he said, looking back at Ronin and then at Banni, and then back at the humans, "You've not to worry. Ronin will be taken care of before long." "WHAT WAS THAT?" Ronin bellowed. The same fire Banni had seen years ago now glowed in his dark eyes as he charged at the elder, enraged by what the stone-faced centaur must have thought was a plot to remove him from power. Banni instinctively jumped forward to shield the elder with his whole body. The next thin he knew, his four legs were sprawled across the forest floor, dizzy from the blow, feeling something wet trickle down his mouth, and a great pain in his mouth and jaw as he spat out teeth and blood. Ronin stood over him, a look of pure rage across his face as he raised his fist for another blow. Banni shot up, one had holding back the larger centaur's fist, the other around the leader's throat, holding him up on his hind legs. "GO!" Banni screamed, his voice an almost animal like growl. The pain that moving his jawbone had caused him was excruciating. The strength of Ronin's arm was like that of twice Banni's, the centaur leader would not be held back for long. "You see what I mean?" said Gregori, his voice almost jovial-sounding, "Now go. Go on! I trust Bannishtar's told you about the prophecy? Then you've much work to do. Go now!" and the elder gave a very dry, raspy laugh as he urged the wizard's to flee. The other centaurs did nothing but watch. Banni had challenged Ronin, and it could very well become a fight to the death. ((OOC: If your characters do decide to flee--there's no point in sticking around (could anything you had planed with the centaurs wait until Ronin is ousted, Nate?)--then please find Abbadon's body as you leave, as that is important for moving the year's plot.))
Prof. Taylor Nicole Stuart	Mar 25 2008, 08:38:09 PM Post #25
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Posts: 164 Group: Professor Member #203 Joined: Sep 20 2007	Taylor watched in fear as things quickly made for the worst. She stepped forward, wand aloft, when Banni and Ronin began to fight. However, his and the elder centaur's pleas for them to run as well as the other's centaur's mention of the prophesy stopped her. She lowered her wand and began towards the edge of the forrest, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed untill she was nearly running, the events running through her head as well as the prophesy she had heard early that morning... work to do...what do we have to do... The witch wasn't paying much attention, except for what direction she was moving in, and after a minute she tripped over a large root. After she pushed herself to her feet, Taylor's eyes landed on a large dark mass a few feet away. Cautiously, she walked over to it... What Taylor saw made her scream out loud. There, lying on the forrest floor, were the mangled remains of a young boy...a boy whom she reconignized as one of her students. She stood in shock, her body shaking violently, stairing at the body in disbelief and horror.
	Thanks June!
Professor Nate Aphelion	Mar 25 2008, 09:53:12 PM Post #26
Deputy Headmaster & Transfiguration Professor Posts: 768 Group: Ravenclaw Head of House Member #122 Joined: Mar 20 2007	The arrival of a centaur who identified himself as Moran's father caused a sharp intake of breath. Yet the milky color of his eyes told Nate that the centaur could not see him. He had made to speak of Moran when the attack by Ronin caught him truly by surprise. Only a slight movement of his hand towards his wand suggested he was about to assist but Banni and Gregori's cries halted that. He could not intervene. Nate drew his wand but pointed it not to defend Banni but at Charles, "Run NOW, Charles or else I attack you myself. You will not interfere." Nate knew that if he intervened to assist Banni then the centaurs would see that Ronin was right and their plight would be lost. He had to trust that Banni could take care of himself. Racing after Taylor who had already fled, he grabbed Matthew and Charles by the shoulder, forcing them to turn and flee back to Hogwarts. "Banni will be fine. We must leave!" He wasn't quite sure if he was heading along the same path as they had came by suddenly he found himself atop Taylor collapsed on the ground sobbing furiously. "Taylor, what is..." It was then his eyes caught sight of a student he recognised as one of his own. "Abaddon..." Yet a quick wave of his wand told him that the boy was dead and had been for some time. Yet the noise of the centaurs could be heard, viscious cries and screams of hatred eminating from the herd. "We cannot stay here, Taylor. We must take him with us. Come on now." He levitated the body from the ground and raced off back towards Hogwarts and out of the Forest.
	Cheers to Savannah Edkins for the signature.
Prof. Taylor Nicole Stuart	Mar 25 2008, 09:57:25 PM Post #27
Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Posts: 164 Group: Professor Member #203 Joined: Sep 20 2007	Taylor, still shaking, nodded and followed Nate out of the forrest.
	Thanks June!
Charles Tortal	Mar 25 2008, 11:46:11 PM Post #28
Magical Concepts Professor Posts: 315 Group: External Citizen Member #87 Joined: Feb 11 2007	Charles cackled in Ronin's direction as he was dragged away from the village. His attitude towards the elder of the village was rather horrible when it came down to it; that was a fatal flaw in his govern. The people of his village weren't to respect him at this rate... He left the forest.
Deleted User	Mar 26 2008, 04:15:46 PM Post #29
Deleted User	Just as Banni saw the last hem of a wizard's robe disappear into the darkness, a hand with a vice-like grip grabbed him from his underside. Banni still had Ronin's other hand and throat his own hands, but that didn't seem to matter the exiled centaur he was lifted off the ground by his own arm and underbelly and thrown across the clearing, forced to let go of his hold on the other, he landed with a dull thud on the forest floor some feet away. He jumped to his feet as quickly as his strength would allow. There were shouts from the herd; angry shouts, jeering, and some cheering--but for whom Banni could not tell. Some of the herd were cowering, refusing to watch; and yet others stared on, seemingly unable to look away--like it was some kind of bad traffic accident. And through all the noise, Banni heard the distinct raspy tones of Gregori the Elder: "Oh come on! That's not how you do it! Get up! Fight! Fight!" Though the old centaur was unable to see, he seemed to know what was going on--and what's more he seemed to be taking some kind of pleasure in the whole affair, for his tones were still very excited and jovial. Did he not realize there was more than a good chance Banni was going to be killed by the overlarge centaur leader? Perhaps he was a bit senile? And what of Firenze? And Bane? Where they in the crowd somewhere; watching, waiting to see who will triumph? Ronin had charged again, but Banni was ready this time. He dodged to the right and swung his fist at Ronin's jaw. The blow connected, and the larger centaur stumbled back, but his face was blank even as a river of blood now flowed from his jaw, which was set as a sickeningly awkward angle. Banni's eyes widened in shock, and his battle stance faltered. He didn't even care! Does he feel no pain? "Don't let up you foolish little foal! Follow through!" jeered the old centaur, "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to fight like a centaur!?" Banni had always thought Ronin insane, but never such a monster as to not even feel pain. But Banni had no more time to be shocked at the inhuman way Ronin regarded pain, for the this thing--which Banni was now convinced could not be Ronin, no matter how cruel Ronin had been in the past--charged again, shoulder first and with a neighing battle cry that rose above the shouting of the herd, he pinned Banni against a tree, the centaur leader's right arm going for Banni's left, bending up and backwards around the tree. There was a great amount of excruciating pain and a sickening SNAP; at best, the exiled centaur now had a dislocated arm. Ronin balled up his left hand into a fist, still holding back Banni's injured arm with his right, and socked the smaller centaur in the gut. Banni had the wind knocked out of him. Ronin let go of him, and the exiled centaur fell to floor, gasping for breath. "So weak..." said the centaur with malicious pleasure. No Banni knew there was something wrong: Not even Banni would have relinquished his hold on an opponent when he clearly had the advantage, just to gloat. Ronin laughed; he threw his head back and laughed a neighing, horsey laugh that ridiculed his opponent, and was his biggest mistake. Banni shot up, and with his own loud battle cry did he grab Ronin with one arm at his underbelly, lifting the larger centaur off the ground. Ronin snarled, but Banni lifted him higher than he ever thought possible, and with another loud cry he threw him into the unlit funeral pyre, which collapsed on top of the leader with a thundering crash, both Ronin and the bodies of the dead disappearing behind a cloud of dust and a pile of wooden rubble. The herd seemed to all make the same simultaneous gasp, some screamed, and Gregori cheered: "Aha! That'll teach that foolish young foal to respect his elders--and his culture! Nice shot Bannishtar!" Bannis stood panting, his right arm cradling his left, which now stuck out an awkward angle, and his jaw and entire body was in great pain as the herd continued to call out in shock mixed with fear and...joy? Both Bane and Firenze made to get closer to Banni, and Banni backed away for he thought that Bane would want a piece of him, but all the tumultuous outcries from the crowd were silenced at the sound of rumbling wood. Banni looked up, Firenze and Bane stopped in their tracks. Broken and splintered wood was now cascading off the pile as something underneath shifted. All stood with wide-eyed shock as, with a loud crash and an angry scream, a large piece of lumber was thrown off of the pile, and out stepped Ronin, obviously injured by the way he moved and by his various puncture wounds no doubt caused by splintered wood as sharp as swords. Ronin snarled as if he were an animal, and indeed there was something bestial about his anger, his stance, his expression--everything about him was wild and uncivilized...and completely unnatural. Some of the herd screamed, some even ran; bolting in fear out of clearing. Banni did not blame them. He's not...he can't still be moving...What power is this? He's a monster! Banni was ready to just fall to the floor. He could not fight any more. He was tired, hurt, and Ronin seemed practically invincible. The stone-faced centaur looked as if he was about to attack yet again--but then, he froze. He just stood there, staring out at nothing, a look of emptiness about his face. He did not even seem to realize Banni was there anymore. Banni wondered what trick this was. Ronin spoke, his voice muffled by his almost unmovable broken jaw: "Yeb. I bill abait bour 'ext orer" And then, he bolted out of the clearing, and into the darkness. Silence. No one spoke. All stood in the same stupefied silence. And then: "AHAHAAH!" came the sound of Gregori laughing, "Go on! Run you coward! HA!" There was a great tumultuous rumbling of voices. Banni couldn't tell what any of them were saying. He didn't care. He felt himself growing weak, his legs falling out from under him. The last thing he saw before falling into unconsciousness, were the puzzled faces of Firenze and Bane.
Deleted User	Mar 30 2008, 09:17:58 PM Post #30
Deleted User	The dark forest canopy above swam into a kaleidoscopic array of blurry images; mostly darkness. Amidst that endless blur came into view a familiar and concerned-looking blur of paleness and blue. Firenze. Banni grunted and shut his eyes again. Even the darkness of the forest seemed all to bright, and every inch of his body screamed in excruciating soreness to be returned to the sweet release of unconsciousness. But it would not come. "Are you alright?" asked the palomino centaur standing over Banni's almost lifeless frame. "No." answered Banni with a great deal of effort. However much time had passed, Banni did not know, but it had felt like only hours ago that he had been sustaining blow after blow from an unnaturally powerful monster pretending to be Ronin, and now it seemed as though he could not even move for the pain that adrenaline and pure strength of will had kept at bay--and would no longer. "Bane and I reset your jaw and bound your arm," Firenze informed, "I'm afraid theres nothing we could do to save your lost teeth." Banni's tounge instinctively moved around inside his mouth, feeling only newly shredded gums where some of his front and side teeth should have been. He sighed almost mournfully. His right arm was indeed bound in a wooden splint, what he had--in his own delirium--mistaken for a paralyzed right arm was in fact his right arm bound in place by the splint. He was unable to move it. Banni once again re-opened his eyes, his vision clearing, though a headache began to set in, pounding his cranium like a drum. He was lying exactly where he fell: In the funeral clearing, though all the rest of the herd seemed to have vacated the spot, the funeral pyre still lay there in a pile of displaced lumber and bodies. Banni shuddered involuntarily at the sight, his body protesting against the sudden movement with a surge of pain. "You are fortunate," Firenze went on, after Banni had not replied, "Your wounds were not as devastating as we had thought. Your jaw was merely dislocated and I believe your arm will heal in time." "That's more than you can say for Ronin," came a gruff voice from out of the darkness, "traitorous mule!" With great difficulty, Banni turned his head towards the source of the noise, just in time to see Bane move out from behind the veil of brush and darkness. Black haired and bearded, his face was set in a scowl as he surveyed Banni. Banni's eyes widened. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fight you," said Bane, moving closer, "Ronin may be my friend, but I'm convinced whatever that was, it wasn't Ronin." "So we are in agreement for once," said Firenze, humorlessly. "Nice to see that happen once in a while, eh?" came another voice, this one rhaspy and wise. Gregori the Elder took a number of incredibly labored steps towards the other three centaurs, "You foals should learn to appreciate the value of such things as such. Then perhaps maybe situations like these wouldn't come about." "Hey," said Bane defensively, and with a bit of anger, "I had no idea Ronin was trying to fulfill some 'prophecy'. We've all heard him mention it, even before; and I knew he hadn't been right lately, and certainly he took things too far, but I'd always respected and even agreed--" "Agreed?" Gregori repeated incredulously, "You didn't know what you were agreeing with, Bane! It's clear to everyone you are as blinded by your hate as Ronin was. That hate blinded Ronin to reality, and made him open to corruption, and that hate blinded you to his lack of reality, you ready to accept his grand scheme because his reality suited you. And in doing so, you opened yourself to that same corruption. His mistakes are yours as well, Bane! But you've always got the chance to make amends, never forget that." Bane gave an annoyed growl; clearly this was not something he wised to hear. "Whatever," he said turning around, "I didn't come here to have you lecture me like some young foal. I'll be patrolling the forest for any sign of Ronin if any of you require my presence." And then he stomped off back into the darkness. "You sure are acting like one!" Gregori called after him. Then he looked in Banni's general direction, but not at him, for of course he was blind, but seemed to tell Banni's location by the sound of his heavy breathing. "I want a word with you, as well," he said sternly, "But as your not recovered yet, as tempting as it is to speak with one of you foals when you can't just up and run off when you don't like what's being said,"--Gregori said this was more than a bit of spite--"I'd still like you to have a clear head for what I'm about to tell you. Rest now. Firenze, help him to a more comfortable place.--And somebody light that macabre pile of splinters and corpses! Its starting to smell!" Banni grunted in compliance. With Firenze's help, and a greater amount of effort than it had seemed to take fighting off Ronin, Banni got up and moved to nearby clearing, where he lay down on a bed of soft leaves. Unconsciousness took him surprisingly quickly as he watched a large fire flicker into existence, and smoke and ashes begin to rise, carrying the remains of Magorian and the others--as well as the last vestiges of much simpler times--off into the endless heavens.
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