spoilersmods (spoilersmods) wrote in spoilersrpg, @ 2016-07-28 10:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | alexander avery, evan rosier jr, lucius malfoy, regulus black, tom riddle |
WHO: All Death Eaters & new recruits who have been invited (tag yoself please)
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Evan's Unplottable Mansion; Guests will be taken by whoever invited them
NOTES: Reply to specific sub-threads below.
Voldemort stood in the centre of the large hall. When the time came, he cast out the Summoning spell, igniting the Dark Marks, and waited with satisfaction as people Apparated around him, little 'pops' accompanying their arrival. Most of them were wearing the traditional long black robes and masks. Some of them, younger ones mostly, were maskless, their pale faces illuminated by the candlelight. The Death Eaters took their traditional places in the circle around him. He knew who they were, by their position in the circle but also by simply sensing the outer layer of their thoughts. "My most faithful," he said, looking around at them, and then at the newcomers, who had been left by default to standing almost in another, inner ring around him. "And guests. Welcome." He moved out of the circle, the Death Eaters shifting to let him through, then moving apart slightly to form a semicircle facing him as he sat in the only available chair - not quite a throne, but close enough under the circumstances. He met the eyes of the newcomers, one by one, sensing their fear, their excitement. They had a routine now for these initiations. They would be presented to him in turn, and he would enter their mind. If they proved worthy - and if they survived the experience, they would be given the Mark. If not, there would be no chance of them telling tales. He could sense some nervousness even from his most faithful followers, some of whom had brought members of their own family to be tested. There was a long silence after he sat down while the venemous viper slithered over the arm of the chair. Then he began to speak. For a good twenty minutes he spoke about the Muggle scourge, about the dilution of Wizarding blood and why the Wizarding world had to be taken back to the days of complete segregation - Muggleborns eschewed from society and squibs disowned and abandoned. He spoke about Dumbledore and his foolishness. He spoke of the power, and glory, and endless influence that would be all theirs once he was ruler of the Wizarding World - not just in Britain, but globally. About the power of Dark Magic, and the foolishness of the Ministry in outlawing the world's most potent spells. He could feel their rapt attention on him. He revelled in it. "Now," he said, finally. "Are you ready to join our ranks? To join the most powerful wizards of the twentieth century? To aid us in our quest to make the world as it should be - ours?" He smiled, his thin lips curling. "Let the first candidate be presented." |