-Alright guys, so, here is the main event thread. we aren't going to do a bunch of threads for this, just one, and you each only get to post ONCE.. for each character involved. This post is the main.. information sort of thread as to the general idea of what's going down, and just like any other thread you can use the posts before yours to draw any sort of inspiration off of... or not. So basically you won't be posting.. WITH people exactly. More like you post your own thing, and if say.. Emily did some jumping jacks you could have your character have seen her and wonder what the hell she was doing before you run for some kind of safety....hopefully that's not confusing. but yeah. any question please PM them to me on this account, don’t post questions in this thread, plz thx. -oh yeah, this thread is going to be actually "happening" a few weeks or so after any students had arrived in Roanoke, or decided to head to the castle. -the last post with be of Simon, returning to the village and finding everyone dead and the village all burned and shizz
They came as quick as Death, dark and silent, moving in the shadows, striking down all who stood in their path.
The last golden rays of the Narnian sun cast there glow over the landscape. The villagers of Roanoke were already settling in for the night, with of course, the few stragglers. It was then, that out of the forest, came the biggest threat the village had ever, and would ever know.
They started their assault by setting fire to the homes closest to their current location, a nice patch of forest looking out to a village of filthy muggles. Anyone seen running from the burning homes were instantly killed by means of the most unforgivable curse know to wizarding kind. Avada Kedavera.
Soon, other muggles from the village began to show up, it was as if the burning homes of their fellows had set of some kind of magical alarm, HA! If only they were so lucky. They carried buckets full of water, and began dousing the burning buildings, unaware of the approaching figures coming from the trees. The flames from the other houses catching, or being set on fire lit up the surrounding area, giving everyone something to see. Soon, screams began to fill the air, either from people trapped in their burning houses, or from their loved ones outside screaming, willing them to be saved.
The Death Eaters began now, to spread out, surrounding the whole of the village, and setting fire to anything that looked flammable enough. And in this era, it seemed like the muggles made EVERYTHING out of wood, and grass. To the wizarding world, many of the black cloaked figures would be recognized, but here, they didn’t even bother to put there hoods up. What were the muggles of this world going to do? Turn them into the ministry, and have them sent to Azkaban? NO! And it was probably for precisely this reason that they had decided to attack a random village. There was no one that could stop them here.
Something the death eaters did not expect however, was for the students who had decided to stay here to defend themselves, and the friends they had made here. As a matter of fact, this was the first the Death Eaters had seen of other from their own world. As far as most, if not all of them knew, this was a muggle world.
All the muggles were up and attempting to defend themselves and their homes now, the Hogwarts students duelled to kill, or be killed, and few brave enough tried to stand up to the wizards about to kill them. In the end though, even after fighting for their lives, everyone in the village was killed. Every building and structure was set alight, and though a few death eaters also died, there were many survivors of the assault.
Emily had been at the village well filling a bucket with water, so she could take it back to her house for a bath, when she saw smoke coming from the far side of the village, the one that bordered the forest. There were mostly only hovels out there, and smoke from that direction could only really mean one thing. Fire. Without a second thought, she grabbed her now full bucket of water, and raced toward the sign of distress, as many others had also decided to do.
The scene before her was horrible. More than one of the houses of her friends were aflame. For a moment she stood transfixed at the sight, how did this happen! She took no more time to herself however, and headed for the nearest building and sloshed the bucket onto the door way, incase anyone might have still been inside and maybe needing an escape route. The heat of the flames seemed to be rising, and when she looked around her, she noticed some rather queerly dressed figures brandishing sticks that she knew must have been wands, she sighed with relief. They must have seen the smoke and came to the rescue!
When one of the figured shot a jet of green light at one of the other narnians who had been helping, causing his to drop the bucket he had been holding and fall motionless to the ground, she looked in shock. What had they done! To her left she saw more people brandishing wands, and none of them she noticed, now that she was in a rather more cautious state of mind, look like they wanted to help. Some of them continued to set other building to fire with pleasure, and laugh, cheer even.
What was going on? Who where these people and why where they destroying her village?
“DEATH EATERS!” she heard someone shout from behind her. It had to have been on of the Hogwarts students who had been living here. She had backed away from the fire and death eaters that seemed to endlessly spill from the forest, and before she knew it she was being ushered back into the center fo the village. One of the hogwarts students had gathered up any woman and children that where outside and taken them to one of the bigger homes near the center of the village, where he proceeded to set up concealing and other protective charms, Emily was one of the people inside this barrier.
“Please you have to be quiet, They’ll hear you.” Said the Hogwarts student in a slight panic though obviously trying to keep everyone calm.
Emily rushed over to the boy she had gotten to fond of. “Charlie, Please what can I do to help!?” she asked in a rather loud whisper.
The boy looked at her then out to where most of the death eaters and duelling students were, then back to Emily. “Em, I know this must be incredibly frightening, but these wizards are not friendly, I’ve got to go help the others. Can you maybe just.. Try and keep everyone here calm? I’ve set up a couple protective enchantments. They shouldn’t be able to come in, or set fire to this house.”
“Shouldn’t be?” asked Emily worried.
“I’ve never exactly had any of my magic tested against a death eater.. It’s hard to be completely certian...” He told her with a frown.
Taking a deep breath, Emily nodded. “I understand.” she said, pulling him into a hug. "Be careful Charlie." she whispered. He nodded, and slipped through the doorway and into the mob or chaos.
Emily tried to calm everyone. Keep them sane, but there were so many wives here, so many children, and none of them wanted to just sit here and wait for their families to die. Emily stood at the doorway, blocking it from anyone who might want to leave. “Please you can’t, we’ll be safe in here.” she pleaded.
“My husband is out there we can’t just sit here and do nothing!”
“There’s nothing you CAN do, those wizards out there aren’t like the ones we’ve had living here the last couple weeks. Those are fully grow and evil. They won’t think twice about killing any of us!”
“So what!? We just sit here and wait for our families to be murdered? And how do you know they won’t just come for us next?”
Emily was stumped, she didn’t know. Actually, as far as she knew they were being surrounded right now, and at any moment the enchantments around this house could break, leaving them all completely unguarded. How was she going to continue to be calm herself, if thoughts like this were beginning to plague her mind!? The sounds of sobbing and shouting for loved ones filled her ears, but what could she do? Nothing. There was nothing she could do.
So, without much else really in mind, she opened the shutters on the windows, if she had to stay in here the least they could do was see what was going on outside, they could hear the sounds that the chaos had brought with it, but slowly it was fading, why? Upon looking out, Emily saw exactly why, the people that had been out of there homes lay lifeless on the ground and everywhere she looked, all she saw was fire, but there. Just there! Two of the hogwarts students were duelling with many of the death eaters at once, one of them being Charlie, who had put them all in this building for safety. Though tears of grief streaked her cheeks, she gave a weak smile that at least all was not lost. Soon a few of the Death Eaters fell into lifeless heaps, and Emily was sure they could win, but then, a few unexpected jet of that green light flew toward them, and both students fell to the ground.
Emily shrieked, and fell backward into the house. She wasn’t sure but she thought she felt some kind of magical tie undo itself. The enchantment on the house had broken with the death of the creator. No, it was over, all over. “We have to run!” she screamed, headed to the back door, and urging people to run for it as well. They flung it open and dashed into the night. “Quickly!” she shouted, but it was too late, the death eaters had completely surrounded the village, and there was no longer anywhere to run.
A death eater cackled. “Well lookie here. Think we’d let you run off eh, you filthy muggle?” she said evilly, clearing having no sympathy what so ever for anything that had just happened.
Emily fell to her knees, her face distraught. “Leave us alone!” she screamed before breaking out into sobs. The women and children behind her saw the death eaters as well, but before she could hear any of them scream for the lives, a green light filled her vision, and everything went dark.
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Dancing in the moonlight, it was one of the most pure and graceful things that Abigail Green could think to do at night. Sleep was for the weak of heart, or at least for after her little prance through the trees and outlaying patches of grass and riverbanks. She was a nature-spirited being, one with the trees now and always. And it seemed as if life came back to Narnia during the night more so than during the day. While humans slumbered at night, the creatures, being, and things of Narnia came to life and so did Abigail. A reason for her forgetful nature and always lateness in the morning for chores and everyday going-on’s in the town. This night would be no different. The moon was going to be favorable and the wind sounded just perfect to the dryad’s ears as she skipped along the growing deserted path to her home at the far side of the village.
What a lovely night, what a lovely day it had been. She had done so much and yet nothing at all. And tonight was a time to celebrate. What was there to celebrate? Many use to ask this of the young Abigail and learned there was no need to ask because there never needed to be a reason. Wasn’t life and the beauty of nature simply enough to celebrate for? So that was what she had in mind this night of all nights; a stroll through the forest to finish friends and family – trees of course – and to dance. Shutting her front door with a heavy thud Abigail fluttered her eyes shut and took a deep breath in. Only the fresh air of this afternoon was gone. And it wasn’t the twilight mists that were swirling in her head now either. Something was amiss in the air. The Narnian sun was already setting but that wasn’t at all the problem. No warning from the skies there. It was then that faint rising pillows of smoke came into view, over the tops of the village, on the other far side of town. Concerned Abigail wasn’t exactly sure what such black smoke could have meant. Was it a fire? As she walked her feet danced with a touch of caution down the main street of the village, only to stutter to a halt as she heard the cry come out from somewhere. “DEATHEATERS”
Eyes widening in shock Abigail knew what those were. After a few weeks of having Hogwarts students living amongst them, the curious Abigail as ever had asked a million and a half questions. The topic of the devious and destructive beings had of course come up. Instantly panic set in the dryad as she didn’t know where to go, back to her home or towards the flame and villains? As she watched a handful of villagers running towards her Abigail felt a hand touch her shoulder. A cry out surprise escaped her lips as the dryad literally jumped in her place, still stuck in fear. It was one of the wizardry students that had been living in the village this whole time. Eyes bubbling on tears Abigail gave one quick glance back towards the flames, now visible to her bare eyesight, before looking back over to the younger girl ushering her over to a nearby building.
Running inside, Abigail and the girl were practically out of breath for such a short sprint but undercover nevertheless. "What is going on? Why are there deatheaters here? Wh…" Abigail squealed out, her eyes darting this way and that. But the girl couldn’t speak. Lifting her index finger to her lips the Hogwarts student silence Abigail with one motion before giving her a somewhat sad expression. “I can’t explain…but say here. It’s safer out of sight.” Feeling her limber body trembling with fear Abigail almost tackled the girl when she noticed her starting to leave for outside. "Where are you going!" the dryad was almost pleading now as if the beg someone to stay with her. “I have to fight.” was all the Hogwarts student said before her body disappeared outside and Abigail was left alone once more in the darkness of the room.
Hearing her breathing growing steadily faster, Abigail didn’t know what to do or where to go. She couldn’t leave, her feet were nearly paralyzed to the floor now and yet the dryad could feel something horrible happening outside. The tears were streaming out of her eyelids in silence before finally the noises outside became too much to handle. Taking the steps needed over to the front door once more Abigail cracked the door open, hearing a loud crack as her eyes readjusted to the sight before her. But that crack wasn’t her door but rather something she couldn’t understand, spells disappearing from a building a few houses down. Eyes begging to shut there was no use as Abigail felt her nails nearly dig themselves into the door frame of the house she was hidden within. She saw Emily Ross, her dear friend being surrounded by cloaked beings and the dozen or so flashes of green light that began to fly in all direction towards the villagers including Emily.
One by one each and every one of them fell as if in a sudden state of sleep. "Emily!" the voice sounded very familiar, almost like it was her own. As the dryad suddenly realized three of the masked beings turned to look in her direction it became all too clear. She looked down and saw. The dryad was standing outside of the door now, fully in sight of the deatheaters and completely exposed. Panic setting in the dryad knew there was only one safe place to go; to the trees. Without a glance back Abigail bolted, her feet racing like a shooting star towards her distant family in the treeline. But something hit her in the back dragging her down to the ground with a pain the young dryad had never felt nor wished to. Screaming out in pain, Abigail rolled herself over to stare up in almost awe at the cloaked being standing above her now. "Wha…what do you…" Abigail pleaded, her voice as light but full of sadness and pain. However she was never able to finish her last statement off before a flash of green light blinded her and nothing but darkness eclipsed Abigail’s world.
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The Narnians of Roanoke Village near Glasswater Creek hadn't known what hit them. Those who didn't wake to the sounds of chaos died in their sleep (some cursed, some had their residences blown to smithereens, either way, no one stood a chance), and they were the lucky ones. The spirits of the trees around the village were dead and gone, their tree selves burnt to ashes from fire that had leapt from the village houses.
The Death Eaters had left no house standing, no person alive. The bodies of all of the people brave enough to have ventured out of their houses lay speratically around the village, some with signs of having been tortured before being killed, though a Muggle would not notice such things. Most though, lay there, dirty, and otherwise looking unharmed, but passed on.
They had come and gone, leaving the rubble and dead for someone who cared to deal with. They had had their entertainment, and now they would leave, confident that every member of the village was dead. Filthy Muggles. The world was crawling with the scum, and one little village in ruins made no difference to them.
The fires raged through the night, but otherwise the village was quiet, and by the time the sun rose of the second day, the fires were almost all gone, and only smoke, ashes, and bodies were left. This was the day, that Simon Berwick was due to arrive home from hunting.....