Who: The Dark Lord and the first generation
What: The Dark Mark burns
Where: The Dark Lord's secret hideout
When: 11pm 13 July 1980

Status: OOC/IC log
Rating: PG



He sat alone in near darkness, a monochrome vision illuminated only by a stream of moonlight that insinuated itself through a crack in boarded up windows. His ramshackle throne might as well have been gold and bejewelled for all its visibility, and he sat upon it like a king -- no, a god. His plans were coming neatly together. The wizarding world quaked beneath his rule. He had absolute power ...

But.

There was the ever-niggling reminder of the prophecy. Of a child that would be born (soon) who might dare take his power from him. He had to know the risks. He had to eliminate them. He could call only on his most trusted and give them no reason for his plans.

And when He was ready, He called His oldest and most loyal servants to Him...