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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Free Period
Happening now: Azkaban Trip Breakfast is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 4: Quidditch Practice or Dinner |
| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 7 2012, 10:42:34 PM Post #1 |
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A fire erupted, and Ian was blinded. His exposed skin seared, though the flames were only in front of him. Luckily, he was armored. He was flung several feet and his armor dug painfully into his back when he landed. He knew he was lucky, though, as he lay with is ears ringing. He could have been dead. He knew he could very well end up dead, still. He couldn't see or hear anything, which disturbed him. It was too calm. A battle had been raging only moments before. The quiet respite was anything but peaceful. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Something thick and strong went under his back. He felt his center of gravity change without being able to see or hear, and for a moment wanted to struggle against it, but decided to allow it. His vision cleared to reveal the face of Mad-Eye Moody, oversized magical eye spinning about in its socket, watching every angle of the battle taking place, his many scars making his already grim expression seem all the more frightening. Edited by Ian de Pointe du Lac, Jun 7 2012, 10:45:00 PM.
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 Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 7 2012, 11:03:33 PM Post #2 |
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"You're not getting out of this by dying," said Moody. The battle-scarred man looked Ian over with his one natural eye. With his wand he cast a spell, and a wave of cool relief flooded over Ian. |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 7 2012, 11:14:55 PM Post #3 |
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"I'm not trying to get..." Ian coughed. His lungs had not yet recovered from having the air forcefully expelled from them by the force of the explosion that rocked him just moments ago. |
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Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 7 2012, 11:17:25 PM Post #4 |
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"Then stop trying to get yourself killed!" Moody snarled. This was no time for mollycoddling. This was war. The boy knew what he'd signed up for. "Let him go," said Moody. Edited by Alastor Moody, Jun 7 2012, 11:17:54 PM.
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 8 2012, 12:14:17 AM Post #5 |
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Ian felt the thick arm of one his burly cousins release him. "Merci," said Ian, honestly. The burly cousin shrugged and moved on. Ian said nothing. As captain of the Chevaliers de Toussaint, it was perfectly in his power to reprimand his cousin, but he refrained. He understood that the men were looking to more experienced leadership, like Moody and Ian's Uncle, the Marquis de la Montagne, instead of to Ian, who was, as of now, a dropout. Traditions be damned, this was war. Ian took in the sight before him: A massive glowing bubble of darkness, seemingly impenetrable, as no magic they had yet tried was effective. Thankfully, Moody had been there to keep any of Ian's, well, less savvy relatives from trying to force it open by strength of arms. As Moody put it: "If you want to end up a pile of protoplasmic slop, be my guest." No one needed to know what "protoplasmic" meant. From Moody's tone, everyone got the gist. Alphonse was in there, somewhere, shielded by this dark magic field, sitting pretty in what was the Pointe du Lac ancestral home. He'd left Hogwarts in the chaos of the attack and taken refuge there, killing every SAVIOR agent that had been left there. In one fell swoop, Alphonse had removed SAVIOR's main haven from their control. They'd been planning this assault for months: A joint operation involving SAVIOR and the Chevaliers de Toussaint. Ian's theory that the Patronus charm could be effective in dissolving the wall of shadow had proved true, but none of the intelligence they'd gathered had prepared them for this many dementors. The various patronus charms of every combatant were working overtime just to keep their cold, pitch black presence and soul-sucking mouths far away from the troops. Ian looked to his own patronus: a silver light in the shape of a large, long necked, awkward, ugly-looking bird. The vulture ambled about so ineptly, it was a strange sight to see that the dementors were so afraid of it that they wouldn't come within several hundred feet of it. They circled above Ian's head, strangely reminiscent of the animal that Ian's patronus was supposed to represent. There were hundreds of them high in the air, big, black cloaks seemingly caught in an invisible, swirling wind, unable to come closer for the sea of silver lights that dotted the area in front of the Chateau. The vulture's silver glow was bright, and the air around it was warm and comforting. Ian remained close to the ugly buzzard. An all-out assault had been their only option. Unfortunately, the MLE would be no help. No one was exactly sure whether or not the new Head of Magical Law Enforcement would be keen on helping them. So far, despite the former Head, Abraxas Kemp, having revealed SAVIOR's existence before nobly sacrificing himself to the Dark Lord's void, the new face of the MLE had left them well enough alone. Ian supposed that was the best they could hope for, seeing as Kemp had so vehemently tried to get them on charges of treason. So no tactful espionage could be carried off, what with a large number of SAVIOR agents having lost their lives when Alphonse took over Chateau de Pointe du Lac. Similarly, the French Ministry had been infiltrated by the Knights of Walpurgis months ago, and what was left of their magical government had already surrendered long before the attack on Hogwarts even took place. SAVIOR and Ian's forces found themselves bunched up at the edge of the lake which formed the secret cove where the Pointe du Lac estate was located, hidden from muggle eyes. There were Knight of Walpurgis: men and women with masks, dark robes, and flaming swords that shone like slivers of hell in the night, slashing at their victims, who were momentarily visible in the orange firelight as they fell. There were also redcaps: small, dwarf-like creatures with a taste for blood and the ability to forge weapons and set traps--they were, actually, a crossbreed of the real, less intelligent red cap and leprechauns, and they were created by Alphonse himself (he used them once to stir up trouble with the centaurs, one of his many manipulations which got the ball rolling on almost everything that's happened these past seven years). While the red caps were savage and stupid, caring little if several of their kind are slaughtered by magicians, swordsmen, and archers, so long as a few of them manage to get through and maul someone, the Knights were cunning, powerful sorcerers. Moody had just set up a glowing barrier of his own, a silvery, translucent bubble which covered the area around the edge of the cove, but Ian knew it wouldn't be long until the Knights broke through. A cousin of Ian's had asked him if he was prepared to die. Ian had replied with a simple "sure". Looking back, Ian was certain his cousin must have known that Ian had said that more out of ignorance than bravery, or even bravado. But Ian would be damned if his cousin's smirk was the last clear image he had in his memory before dying. They needed a plan. Edited by Ian de Pointe du Lac, Jun 8 2012, 12:19:04 AM.
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Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 10 2012, 04:34:29 PM Post #6 |
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"Monsieur Moody. Can you see him?" asked the mountain of a man beside Moody. With his magical eye, Moody focused upon the enormous blob of darkness that rose before them, covering Chateau de Pointe du Lac, but, curiously, he saw nothing. Moody looked up at the enormous, seven foot man beside him. The aptly named Jean-Luc Lamontagne was also muscular, with broad shoulders and thick, sturdy arms. From his square jaw hung long brown beard that went down to his chest--strange for a Frenchman. Jean-Luc was Ian's uncle, or something. Moody did not know him that well, but the Chevaliers du Toussaint were more keen to follow the Marquis than anyone. In any case, Moody knew that when he looked Monsieur Lamontagne in the eyes, he was looking at the soul of a fellow warrior. Moody did, however, wonder if Lamontagne knew that Marquis was an outdated title. "No," said Moody, "Whatever power he's conjured, even I can't see past it." Moody looked up at the sky, darkened with the swirling mass of dementors high above them. It was a terrifying sight to see--death hovering above you, en masse. "Would you believe me if I told you it was mid-day?" Moody growled, "Damn dementors are blotting out the sun." "Their mist makes it difficult for my troops to march," said Lamontagne. Moody raised an eyebrow at Lamontagne. Of course, they were supposed to be Ian's troops, but the boy was hardly a leader, Moody supposed. Ian had done nothing so far to contest Lamontagne's usurping of the role of leadership. "If we break our formation of patronuses to attack the barrier," said Moody, "they'll swoop down and attack the holes in our defenses." "And the Knights will pick off the rest," said Lamontagne. After a pause, the Marquis said, "That may be a loss we will have to take." Moody's real eye widened. "You would risk the souls of your own relatives?" asked Moody, staring at the Marquis incredulously. "They have all volunteered for this," said Lamontagne, "France is their home, and they won't see it fall to outsiders." Lamontagne had made it clear previously that no one was doing this for England's sake, or even Ian's. Some of Ian's family had been alive when Grendelwald had been in power. Grendelwald's influence had made it to France, and the French Ministry had surrendered to Grendelwald's forces in much the same way as they had now surrendered to the Dark Lord's. To this day, the French Ministry of Magic is often characterized as weak and quick to surrender, even though the Ministry had been combating followers of Grendelwald in their own country for years before Gendelwald famously made his ploy to take over the wizarding world. The Pointe du Lacs, it seemed, were not about to see history repeat itself. Just then, there was a loud crash and flash of orange light. Then another, and another. The soldiers and SAVIOR operatives ducked for whatever cover they could find. Moody and Lamontagne, however, went straight for their wands. "Protego maxima!" said Moody. "Repello cursus!" said Lamontagne. An almost heavenly line of golden light spread forth from each of the wands of the wizards. The light traveled upwards, to the barrier above, strengthening it against the blasts being fired at it from a direction that Moody could not seem to determine. The Knights were once again trying to blast open the protective barrier, as they had done several times that day, but to no avail. SAVIOR's barrier had so far held. "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up," said Moody, lowering his wand as the blasts subsided. "I saw a few silver lights escape to the east above us," said Lamontage, "most likely Knights with patronuses for protection." "Little good that does us," Moody growled, "We can't leave this barrier to go after them." "If we do not come up with a better solution in one hour," Lamontagne, "I will order the Chevaliers to charge." Moody gritted his teeth, but grumbled his agreement. |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 12 2012, 06:46:53 PM Post #7 |
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The many glowing lights of the patronuses dotting the landscape reminded Ian of the time he went to Carnival in Venice with his family. It wasn't just the people in scary masks (like the Knights), but the lights themselves reminded Ian of the parade of boats making their way down the canals. Ian was only about four, then. His mother had lifted him up to see the boats as they carried on, further and further away from them. From far away, it looked as though the spirits of the dead were going off into the darkness. It was one of the few really great memories Ian had of his mother. "Moody," said Ian, charging up to the grizzled ex-auror, "We need a plan. I'm tired of waiting." If they didn't hurry, then Ian's mom... |
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Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 12 2012, 07:02:35 PM Post #8 |
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Moody almost broke his iron-willed composure, there. When you happened to know one of your subordinates in such a personal manner, it is hard enough to remain stoic. It is similarly difficult to keep your thoughts straight when the hostage is also someone you know personally. And keep keeping the image of a stoic, steadfast, and able military commander is nearly impossible when the hostage is someone you know, the subordinate is someone you care about, and the hostage just happens to be the subordinate's mother. Moody had great sympathy for Ian and his inability to keep his head straight, but the fact of the matter was: they boy was going to have to. They both were. "Your mother's probably dead," said Moody, "They've got no reason to keep her alive." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 12 2012, 07:13:26 PM Post #9 |
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That is not what Ian wanted to hear. "It's not true," he said, "She's alive. They kept her alive to lure me here." |
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Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 12 2012, 07:18:57 PM Post #10 |
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Moody sensed a bit of insubordination in Ian's tone. The boy had a history of going off and doing whatever stupid thing he had in mind. Moody wasn't about to allow that to happen here. To counter the boy's challenge, Moody stepped closer to him, asserting himself. "And now you're here," growled Moody, "And you're not going anywhere except in. We need you if we've got any hope of beating Alphonse, and I'm not about to allow you to mess this up because you can't keep yourself together." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 12 2012, 07:22:38 PM Post #11 |
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Ian couldn't believe what he was hearing. Weren't they going to save his mother? "Don't you care about her?" asked Ian, "Doesn't anyone? Half the S.A.V.I.O.R. guys here have...been close to her...ugh--Look, I know she's alive. We have to save her. We have to." Ian backed up. He didn't want to challenge Moody. He just wanted to save his mother. |
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Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 12 2012, 07:32:41 PM Post #12 |
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Moody looked at the boy incredulously. Whatever Ian was--spineless, conniving, stubborn, lazy--he was not one to trick himself into false hope. The only reason Ian would be saying that is... Moody reached out and grabbed Ian by the hair and twisted, feeling the boy's weak spine give to Moody's authoritative hand. He bent over and put his face right up to his. "Listen, boy," growled Moody, "We're not at Hogwarts anymore. There's no Belleford here to save you. All of your more intelligent, more talented friends are still at school. There's no one to rescue you from your own stupidity like all the times before. You're here. You've got a job to do, and there's a damn good chance you won't live to see tomorrow! Especially if you don't close your goddam mind to your goddam stepbrother before you get us all killed!" Moody threw Ian to the ground. "Get up," said Moody, "And go talk to your uncle. We'll be preparing a strategy for when we make our charge." |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 12 2012, 08:16:32 PM Post #13 |
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Ian felt as though the claw of some animal had gotten a hold of his head. Moody had really strong hands and his fingernails were long and ragged. And his breath stunk. As commanded, Ian picked himself off the floor, looking defeated and resentful. He shot Moody a look before turning around and heading to where his uncle had set up a strategy meeting. On the table was a map of the Chateau, both the grounds and inside the mansion. On the map were several small silver objects moving about by magic. Each of these showed the precise location of every one of Savior's forces at any one time. High-ranking commanders such as Ian, Moody, and the Marquis de la Montagne, were represented with small green objects. Five green objects were huddled about in the same place, showing that the commanders were meeting. Closer to the Chateau itself, Ian could see a few black pieces circling about. Ian knew these to be tracking the Knights of Walpurgis who were no doubt hovering outside, waiting to alert the others should SAVIOR's forces make an attack. The dementors, however, did not appear on this map. Whatever spell made the map, it could not seem to track them. Not that it was needed. It was clear to anyone that they were present: The air was cold, and it was impossible to see without the ever-present glow of the patronuses. "We could try flying," said one of Ian's cousins as Ian approached, "We've got enough brooms." "The dementors and Knights would have us before we even got ten feet of the ground," said Lamontagne. "What about the patronuses?" said Ian. Everyone looked at him, "Uh...I mean, we could send them at the dementors." "And what if the dementors overwhelm our patronuses?" said another of Ian's cousins, "If they get past them, we're doomed. Not everyone here can conjure a strong enough patronus. And only a few of us can conjure more than one, especially with the dementors themselves so close." If only Addie were here, Ian thought, knowing that her light could have stopped the dementors and busted open that dark barrier. Of course, Addie followed the rules too much to drop out. In any case, Ian supposed there was plenty going on at Hogwarts that the Defense Club would be needed. Who knows when the Knights would attack again? Ian didn't resent Addie's choice not to leave Hogwarts, as it was each of theirs alone to make. "What if we sent our patruses at them," said another cousin, "and then had everyone produce a shield-type patronus charm. We could combine ours and hold off any dementors that break through! They can't all get near us at once. If we huddle under a combined shield, we should be protected!" "But what about the Knights?" argued Lamontagne, "A patronus shield won't keep them back, and if we are all huddled together as you suggest, we'll be easy for them to pick off." Ian couldn't hide his disappointment. He wanted to get out there and fight, but every time anyone suggested any course of action, it was shot down. Ian wasn't used to having to think things through. With the Defense Club, there was never a plan--okay, they sort of had a plan, but they were bad plans. Ian, Dave, and Addie would plan, they would get there, and everything would go straight to hell. But somehow, they'd make it. Some of that was probably due to their elementium powers, but Ian found his little to know help here. One would think that fighting near a lake would be a great advantage for Ian, but he didn't have the power to lift a lake full of water to drown everyone in his path. With such limitations, he found his power pretty useless in most situations. Ian found himself resenting the fact that he didn't get the power to hurl fireballs, or suck the air out of someone's lungs. |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 14 2012, 07:32:59 PM Post #14 |
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"Not if went in more than one group," said Moody, approaching the table. Moody avoided looking at Ian. Instead he fixed his gaze upon the Marquis de la Montagne. "Do you mean to use a decoy group?" asked Lamontagne. "I mean to be part of that decoy group," said Moody. Immediately, the table erupted with shouting. |
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| Brock Baker | Jun 22 2012, 05:31:30 PM Post #15 |
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After a particularly crappy day, nothing proved to be better than to go outside, put one's life on the line and maim some bad guys in the process. Not from Baker's viewpoint, anyway. It certainly beat having to take out his irritation on students or subordinates. The intelligence about the fight between SAVIOR and KoW only reached him early in the morning but it didn't take long to get together a team of competent Aurors and join in. As he couldn't afford taking the full force away from Hogwarts, in case this was just a ruse for another Amaranth's attack, the Head of MLE only chose to handpick a dozen or so of his most able men. There was little need for communication as Hawkeye already began to assess the injured and everyone knew their role. Brock took a glance at the black sky as he approached the friendly force. "You know, it's rather rude. Not even inviting us to the party," he spoke to no one in particular. "How you doing, ladies?" (OOC: Wasn't sure who or what he'd find when he got there.) |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 27 2012, 05:07:52 PM Post #16 |
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"You can't be serious!" Ian called out, rushing over to the strategy table as fast as his armored legs could carry him. "Moody, there's got to be another way." To go out there with the intention of being a decoy was suicide. Ian was knew that Moody was aware of this. The determined, yet resigned gaze of the old auror spoke of his every intent. Moody was just about to counter Ian's plea when a voice sounded from behind the strategy meeting: "You know, it's rather rude. Not even inviting us to the party," the voice said. "How you doing, ladies?" Ian pivoted to his left, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of a dozen or so aurors, with Brock Baker at their head. Ian's heart skipped a beat: Reinforcements. |
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| Alastor Moody | Jun 27 2012, 05:21:26 PM Post #17 |
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Moody's reaction was a bit different: "Took your sweet time, didn't you, Baker?" growled Moody, hobbling closer, his wooden leg seeming to pain him after such a long time standing on it. Ian watched Moody. There was no way he could lead a charge. "Well it doesn't change a thing," said Moody. Ian's chest sunk a bit. He knew what that meant. There was no way twelve more men would make a difference. "We're still sending out a decoy force," said Moody. The old auror turned to Brock and said, "Baker. I'm not going to order your men to their deaths. Either order them yourself, or let them choose for themselves which ones want to risk their hide as part of the decoy force." Moody knew it was better to let them volunteer. All the men on S.A.V.I.O.R.'s side of things had decided for themselves that they would give up their lives to see this mission completed. It was to be that way because Moody knew that only men who had chosen that path for themselves could be counted on when the reality of war hit. "Let any of your men join the first charge, the decoy group," said Moody, "but I want you with the group that goes into that mansion and takes them head on while we cover your asses." Then Moody leaned in close, his growl low and became intense, he spoke with his legendary snarl that would have gotten a Hippogryff to take notice and listen up: "Make sure the boy gets in there. Keep him safe. It's his job to start a fight he can't finish. I'm counting on you to finish it for him." With that, Moody backed away. There was no reason to keep anything from Ian, of course. He just wanted Baker to understand. The boy knew why he was here. It was the only reason he'd been allowed to come. Merlin knows it wasn't because of his talent. |
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| Brock Baker | Jun 29 2012, 05:16:06 PM Post #18 |
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The voices he was met with upon arrival suggested the offensive force was still in the planning stage. Good. It would have been lame if he crashed their celebration or came to collect the bodies. He noted Alphonse's brother - armour, seriously? - and some of the SAVIOR members he was familiar with. The former Auror was first to speak. "Ah, Mad-Eye, how nice to see your ugly mug again," was Baker's greeting to the man, in spite of the words bearing no ill will. The veteran had earned his respect even before his days as a lowly recruit at the Academy. The Head scowled once the plan was introduced. "A decoy? What are we, Lemmings?" he protested, but from what he'd noticed so far, he could see how that might be the best option. Perhaps he should have brought someone more expendable, like that Elliot rock star, instead of his current party. Too late for that. Baker was about to question his men when Moody presented him with another request. He stood his ground as the man spoke before folding his arms on his chest. "Why, almost thought you were worried about me there," Brock acquiesced, the voice was low and laced with amusement. The threat of an impending death somehow always made him more cheerful. No reason not to enjoy ones last moments on this planet. Baker understood what the boy's role was, but that didn't make him any more receptive of what his own task would be. His political post or newly acquired leadership skills, and necessity proved to be an excellent teacher in that aspect, shouldn't have made his life more valuable than any of these able men's. He led his squadron of Aurors a short distance away. "Why everyone always assumes I'm a babysitting type," he muttered, shaking his head. "Must be your winning personality," Hawkeye retorted cheekily, which prompted a few chuckles from his subordinates and a wry smirk upon Brock's lips. "All right, you know what the stakes are," he addressed the looming elephant between them, "Who wants to join the suicide team, step forward." Not before long all the men did, with only the medic cursing comically before doing so as well. Brock nodded in silent approval and picked the ones he deemed the most skilled in defensive magic to join the decoy group. That left six of them, the resident doctor included, to join the strike force with him. Shortly, he rejoined the main group and singled out the Slytherin boy. "No dumb-ass heroics, you stay behind me, kapish?" Baker stated assiduously. |
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| Ian de Pointe du Lac | Jun 29 2012, 07:55:18 PM Post #19 |
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Ian was not a fan of this plan. It was too...brave. Someone like Lumineux might be all in for charging in, but Ian preferred more subtle means of infiltration. He didn't become the Defense Club's spy for Jordanna's little cult by charging in with his wand blazing. He did so with a friendly smile and a silver tongue. This attack just wasn't his style. This was...stupid. He caught Baker eyeing Ian with what appeared to be a look of amusement. "The armor's part of the post," said Ian, pointing to the members of his family who also wore the same dark green suit of armor, "It's stupid, but it's enchanted. Lot'\s of minor curses and hexes bounce off, and it's also got spells to make it lighter." It was also fireproof, meant to deflect the enchanted flames of the fiery swords the Knights favored if their magic failed them. The swords the Chevaliers carried were also enchanted to withstand the heat of those firebrands. At Baker and Moody's command, everyone split off into two groups. Ian hustled over to the group behind the first, just behind Baker. The decoy group was the largest. They were going to make it look like almost the entirety of their force was going out for an all-or-nothing charge. It was their job to make their attack look big and serious, even though it was just a big, fat, distraction. Ian supposed that was why Moody elected to be a part of it: No one here had a better reputation for dueling than Moody. If he was attacking the Knights, they'd have to take the attack seriously. The smaller infiltration group was meant to slip in during the chaos. Ian had to admit, this task was more his forte. When the infiltration group got inside, and the decoy group found it possible, they could retreat back to a safe position--but, as the plan was to draw out the Knights' main force, it seemed unlikely that the decoy group would be able to get back under cover, and so they would be forced to fight until Alphonse was captured or dead, and, hopefully, the rest of the Knights surrendered. Ian had mixed feelings about killing Alphonse. For obvious reasons, he did not share these. Though Alphonse had been a constant terror, though he'd done so many cruel and horrible things, Ian found the older Pointe du Lac's presence in his mind comforting. Ian was often aware of what was going on with the Knights, who they had with them, and whether or not their captives were alright. It was through Alphonse that Ian had learned of Tristan Nightshade's continued captivity, and, more importantly, the fact that he was still alive--though, Ian did not no where. Ian was now employing occlumency against his step-brother, and that made him feel a bit empty and vulnerable. He did not like that feeling, even if it made little sense that he'd actually feel more vulnerable without Alphonse's presence in his mind. Ian did not know how much Alphonse could have been able discern about their plan. He had learned to shield his mind with a few very hasty lessons from Professor Belleford. It seemed a trifling amount of experience with which he had to go up against one of the most powerful dark wizards in the world, but Moody seemed to be of the opinion that it wouldn't matter if he knew there was a decoy force and an infiltration force. It would become pretty apparent once they got to charging, so the only course of action was for Moody's team to hit them all hard and fast, and for Ian's group to get in as quickly as possible. Baker singled Ian out again as they all took their positions. "No dumb-ass heroics, you stay behind me, kapish?" Baker stated assiduously. Ian cocked an eyebrow. "What do I look like," he asked, "A Gryffindor?" |
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Thanks Beth! I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. --Bob Dylan | |
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| Alastor Moody | Jul 1 2012, 01:55:04 PM Post #20 |
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Did Alastor fear death? Of course he bloody felt fear! He'd spent the last decade of his life doing everything he could to avoid it. Always, he kept his magical eye on everyone, never trusting. Moody always feared being murdered in his bed. The battlefield was preferable. Yes. People like Moody should not die in their beds. If his life is to end, this is how it should end. But he was going to make damn sure that he survived if he could help it. The decoy force consisted of many talented wizards (the SAVIOR and MLE forces were mostly men, and the Chevaliers were all men and boys of some relation to the Pointe du Lacs). They weren't simply going to sacrifice themselves. They would fight to survive, and they would take out as many Knights as possible. They weren't simply sacrificial lambs. They simply lacked a viable escape plan until Alphonse was dead, and so would have to continue in open warfare until Ian and Baker could get the job done. Moody did not bother considering what would happen if Baker and the boy failed. "As soon as we're out of the safety of our barrier," Moody called out, addressing the entire force as he made his way to the front of the decoy group, "I want both forces to summon as many corporeal patronus charms as they can muster. Send them after the dementors. Everyone stay close together in your groups and cast a shield-type patronus. It is important that you stay close, otherwise they might overwhelm any stragglers. The decoy team will engage any enemies directly, but I order the infiltration team to only fight if there is no other conceivable means of escape. Once at the barrier, use your patronuses to blast open a hole. I'm telling you now, you're going to need a lot of happy thoughts to break through. "The decoy group will continue fighting as long as our target remains alive," said Moody, "It is not likely that we will be able to retreat again." |
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