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[0] Creva'llc's: The Storyline. « Thread Started on Sept 25, 2007, 9:51am »
The Creva'llc's: for good & for hate.
The blame for all the militancy in the wizarding world fell on one group although they knew themselves not to be the cause of all the problems. Generally they were the people who caused the havoc, the accidents, the disappearances but that wasn’t to say that they were the only people out to change the wizarding world. The Creva’llc’s were the wizarding world’s worst problem at the moment and they knew it.
Unlike most of the groups that had caused such horror in the long history of the wizarding world they wanted something different, not money or power or death. Infact had you known what they were after you would have probably given it to them without a thought, for this was a group of people entirely dedicated to making a better wizarding world, they wanted a fair a ministry not a bureaucracy that persecuted those who did not follow their rules. Yet, like most organisations to get their voices heard they had to scare the crowd, and the ministry into listening. That was not to say that like so many other groups they did not dream of world domination.
It had all started one day perhaps a year ago in the early autumn. Every year the ministry would fund a few specialist projects, helping them on their way to glory along as they would boost the ministry up with them as they went. The story began with one Narvon Diarabrysm, or as they preferred to call him at the ministry ‘Doc’, a magical researcher who depended on the ministry to keep his research going. That day Kaitylen Woolfe, the ministry’s secretary of freelance work was sent to see the man who she had met only a handful of times before and the news was not good.
“I’m afraid that it is the ministers wish that we stop your funding.” Kaitylen said her voice clear but in some sort of way sorrowful placing her hand delicately on his arm. Narvon pushed her away and began to rave about what the ministry was, how naive they were to what was going on before their very eyes. Much as it sounded like a lunatic talking Kaitylen agreed, “I know.” She of all people knew of what the ministry covered up, and left behind not really caring for their citizens. “It’s wrong.” Her bright blue eyes almost stung with tears to see this old man with such hatred for their government and she offered to try to help him.
Perhaps that was what started it, the swearing of allegiance of one woman to a slighty mad professor but then again there were other reasons. Whatever it was that day Kaitylen Woolfe found herself second in command of the Creva’llc’s and from that there was no turning back.
A year has passed now and the militancy has begun to build, it is in the news, every-day the coverage getting more and more. The wizarding world itself has started to worry for surly it can only mean one thing, war has come back to the them, after so many years of peace the cycle is once again renewed. That is mere history though, now the organisation formed means nothing to the people who it affects, it is only how they will be stopped that is of any matter.
Narvon Diarabrysm sat at the head of the table, Kaitylen to his left and the rest of his inner circle around the table. Things were starting to get big now and planning was more required, before he had been able to keep track of his plans in his head sending people to and fro like it was nothing but now, now really war started.
The room itself was hardly suitable for such an organisation but meeting anywhere else in such numbers may have seemed suspicious. Besides, the ‘doc’ felt comfortable in the old lab despite the broken equipment and old chemicals standing disused around the room. It was not a pleasant meeting place but in general the meetings were not pleasant so it suited the Creva’llc’s purposes just fine. In the far corner of the room stood a large coat rack, originally filled with lab coats now it was the holding area for the wizarding world’s most notorious criminal’s cloaks. Notorious not because of what they did but because no-one knew who they were, no-one could catch them and their reign of terror would continue.
“Silence” He said, his voice deep and rich in contrast to his old frail body. Silence fell. It did not take much to put his minions in their place and you can imagine how his anger would have affected the men and the women at the table if one word could do so much.
They all knew the reason for their meeting, what next? They had caused havoc in the last week over with a wizarding village in the far north, burning buildings, footprints in the snow, but no people, no wizards or witches. That was of course how the group worked, sly, cunning and often cold but it meant they never got caught. Grinning slightly insanely at the table before him Narvon spoke up. “I believe that it is time that we let our friends at the ministry really feel the hatred they have built in the wizarding world.” It was not a question, but a statement and Kaitylen nodded, her job at the ministry was entirely for pretences, entirely so she could get close to the minister. She smirked and in a way her beauty was gone, replaced instead with the cool, correct leader they knew her to be.
“Let’s go for the ministry itself.” One man yelled out, his black hat falling off in his excitement revealing a totally bald scalp. He backed down after many turned on him, each one shouting at the top of their voice to be heard. “They’ll kill us all” One witch cried, her fly away hair coming loose from its bun. “What and loose all we’ve fought for.” Another man yelled although he was sitting next to the other, clearly he thought that just because every-one else was screaming he thought he must to. Eventually the crowd calmed again and another put their thought forward again being brushed down by others, their leader merely looked on with distaste.
It could have been minutes later or hours that a decision was finally reached, a decision that was in no way greater than any of their previous plans. It made clear to the ministry that some-one was coming for them and to get ready. Of course Kaitylen knew that the ministry would brush it off as did so many other members of the organisation but it was certainly frightening to the people who worked there, whatever they said.
The members disbanded, a young girl aged perhaps 16 hanging at the back of the group before she was showed away by another, slight older member. Alison Rawles never went any-where quietly though and of course she made as much complaint about it as possible. Smiling affectionately at the girl Narvon stood to take his leave as well, his second in command already having made her way back to her work place.
“You won’t know what’s hit you” he smirked talking to himself, which in itself was not unusual. “Torn tapestries and the minister’s portrait replaced with our sign.” The ‘doc’ began to laugh hysterically, but he was not mad even if he kidded you he was, infact Narvon Diarabrysm had more brains then most of his subjects together and the ministry would have been wise to notice that a year ago. “I can see the headlines.” He swept his cloak over his shoulders and with a snap of his fingers was gone but his voice echoed on in the cave like room. “Ministry in Tatters: War for the Wizarding World”
There would be no names though, only guesses to whom had left the sign hanging in the great foyer. They were undetectable and they knew it but the wizarding world felt the pain however shallow an act it seemed. The wizarding world didn’t know their name but they knew their hate.
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Re: Creva'llc's: A mission for the master. « Reply #1 on Oct 11, 2007, 11:21am »
The Creva'llc's: A mission for the master.
Eyes followed the young man as he walked across the deserted street. Dusk was falling and there was not a sound to be heard but the swishing of the wind on the autumn leaves and the fall of footsteps, heavy on the street. The area itself was cold and grey; the old buildings cracked with age, many of the windows were boarded up. The young man himself would not have stood out had it not been for the long dark robes that framed his figure; he was strange as the area was to the normal passerby.
The man who watched was no normal passerby, but a man on a mission. He beckoned apparently to no-one around the corner as the man continued to walk totally unaware. Four others stepped out of the shadowed streets, each wearing similar dark clothing, each with his or her face covered. They began to walk. Splitting into formation as though they had done this many times before, there was no word for it but stalking.
Upon hearing footsteps the man, the wizard turned and seeing he had company increased his speed but still they came. He started to run but they kept pace easily and soon they had caught up with him for he was not the most fit person he knew. Soon he was surrounded, turning around the circle he saw five pairs of eyes staring back at him, five faces. Some he could identify, he knew them for they worked alongside him but others meant nothing. His mind turned but could not understand what they wanted with him, why would they want such a man, he was merely a secretary, and he had no power.
“Well, well, well.” The tallest of the group a young black man sneered at him. “What do we have here?” As he finished the rest of his stalkers sniggered, they knew why they were there and they knew that he was going to be there too. Squaring up the young man could do nothing to keep the fear out of his eyes as his hand dove into his pocket for his wand.
The wood went flying, landing perhaps ten feet from where they were standing and lay splintered on the ground.
The fear in the man’s pale blue eyes grew. He knew without his wand he was defenseless and he knew instinctively that he was going to die. He had known from the moment he saw who his attackers were that he was going to die and more than anything he feared death. “Marc Jacobs, right?” A woman asked him, her voice not as harsh as the others, for she was barely on the verge of adulthood. He was frightened, for her more than him because he would see her turn into a monster if that was really their intention, to kill him. No young girl should see that, no matter the reason.
Grim determination appeared on his face as the five watched on, each fidgeting with his, or her own wand as it rested in their palm. The oldest man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward, he was nothing important in the scheme of things and he knew it but for the moment he held great power and that was honour enough for him. Glaring at the fool he knew the man to be he paced round his face now uncovered as he moved, he did not relish what he would later do but it was simply means to an end.
“Don’t you think you have some-thing to tell us?” His voice was hoarse and musty as though he smoked one pipe too many. He turned on the man as a spark of green light flew from his wand sending the man flying to the floor. No-one saw and no-one would come to help but that was the beauty of the plan, no-one would no they existed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Their prey answered but his undermined him.
He lied.
The others watched on in silence as the interrogation continued, each time a question would be asked, each time the answer would be refused, each time more sparks flew from the wand in the elder man’s hand.
He wouldn’t crack, mustn’t crack and he knew it but the torture was too much, too hard. He screamed in pain but no-one could hear and he knew that he could fight it no longer. Sitting from where he had fallen on the floor he looked at each of his attackers in turn. The elderly man who used such spells he knew was one of the ministries along with the only woman in the group. She looked at him with gentle eyes but she knew what she was doing and her eyes soon turned cold as he moved towards her. “Please.” He begged anything to keep his life. “Please I tell you what you want to know, just please....spare me... I have children at home.”
Each member of the group looked disgusted by the man but one by one they nodded their heads and he began his tale. Watching with patience the group looked on, their eyes firmly on the man who knelt before them. None knew what purpose all this held but they listened for the information that they had been sent for, each knowing what came next.
It would not be fair to say that these were cold hearted people. Most had children at home, people they loved but they been made bitter by the establishment, the things that they held most dear. Yet each knew what must be done for the greater good. None wanted to do what they were too do but they knew that they must because if they did not then there was nothing left for them. If they were just to give themselves up and give in then all that they fought for would never be achieved. A better word. Not just for themselves but for those they had come to treasure in their few years on earth.
The man finished his story nervously, he knew that it would make or break their decision. He had given them all that they wanted but that was not always enough, he knew that much from life as it was and from the ministry. Looking the leader in the eyes he stood, and nervously asked one question. A question that could give him life or afford him death.
“Who are you?”
Green light spilled from one of them member’s wand and the young man crumpled to the ground along with the autumn leaves. The street was left in silence once more as the group diss-aperated with a loud pop. They never answered his question. It was simply assumed he knew very well they were, but the moment he asked they knew that he would willingly give them over to the authorities. With that in mind he had to go.
***
“It’s done then.” She asked as the small group gathered around her in the deserted room that she had taken to using as an office away from work. Her dark hair shone with light as she smiled across the table at them, she was beautiful and nothing could have been said that could deny that fact but she was cold. Every-one knew that she fought inner battles; theirs was no place to question her position though.
“It’s done.” The young woman said as she sat on the edge of the desk her face pale with strain from the night. She was young but she knew that the cause they all fought for was great and that mattered more to her then the horror that still reflected in her eyes.
As they began exiting the room Kaitylen spoke again. Second in command she may have been but she was a young woman just like the one before her. “It gets easier with time.” She said her voice calm but truthful. “I promise.” And she stood wrapping her arms around the girl that had so much to learn.
They all fought for different reasons. United they were though by their determination to do what was right and if doing a little evil would make the world a better place to be then so be it.
***
The room was darkened when she entered but she was used to that by now. What shocked her was when a burst of light illuminate the room showing her boss tinkering with a large cauldron on the desk full of a green liquid. It was dark once again but now at least she knew where he was and as she spoke it was directed in his general direction.
"It's done." She spoke quietly, with softness of the young woman that she still was. For a couple of seconds silence remained between the two, the leader pondering what it meant for his group, all the while stirring the concoction in his cauldron and the one to be lead waiting for a response. "That is all." He dismissed her without a second thought and with a crack she was gone.
It did not disturb her how dismissive the man was, rather how clever he was. Kaitylen was still unsure of what she had gotten herself into. Narvon on the other hand was very happy with the way his plans were turning out, even in his mind he had not quite seen it to be as grand as it was.
Although in the darkness there was nothing to be seen he was smiling on the inside.
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Re: Creva'llc's: a broken bureaucracy. « Reply #2 on Oct 27, 2007, 2:10am »
The Creva'llc's: a broken bureaucracy.
Early morning and the British Ministry of Magic was starting to fill with people. The lobby, into which not only the visitors arrived but also those who were employed by the bureaucracy, was bursting with people of all types. Those who had walked the halls for many years swiftly moved from the large marble place but those who did not frequent the place gazed with astonishment at the majesty of the place.
A fire place burst into flame on the far side of the room as yet another employee joined the throng. The flames glittered green for a few moments before vanishing again, for another fire to surprise another passer by moments later.
All types of people passed in the hall, the official red colour of the auror robes mixed with in the throng as they tried to push against the throng, their shift almost over. The rest of the employees pushed on, mindless of those going against the crowd, just ready for another day working the jobs they were so enthusiastic about when they were younger. Eventually the crowd evaporates, dispersing into the twisty turny corridors and then the small offices that lined every wall.
Each member worked efficiently and yet there was discord within the seemingly perfect company. Each member knew of the hatred of the outside world, not towards themselves but toward some-one who was doing their best to bring the Ministry down. Some-one who could kill without care, the person that no-one could name and yet their name haunted the news papers every day.
Each day a newspaper would be tossed onto the Minister for Magic’s desk and each day the headlines would be the same, death and horror, each day the same. And the minister would stand up and ask his employees what was going on and each one in turn would reply. “I’m sorry Sir, we don’t know.” Even those whose job it was to know had no idea; the head auror, the deputy minister, neither had any idea, or if they did they weren’t telling.
So that left the question, what was going on?
Still, there were those select few that knew what was going on. They knew because it was them, they were the ones breaking down the ministry, piece by piece, brick by brick. Each day they sat at their desks and worked, for the Ministry and each night they would go away and plot its downfall, just as every other group in wizarding history had done.
History repeated itself but the Ministry was so self important that they could not see what was blatantly in front of them. Not even the minister himself could see that he was being betrayed by those he was paying, blinded by the fact that everything in the building seemed to run smoothly. Perhaps he could merely not face the idea of such traitors in their midst.
Early morning and the British Ministry of Magic was starting to fill with people. The lobby, into which not only the visitors arrived but also those who were employed by the bureaucracy, was bursting with people of all types. Those who had walked the halls for many years swiftly moved from the large marble place but those who did not frequent the place gazed with astonishment at the majesty of the place.
A fire place burst into flame on the far side of the room as yet another employee joined the throng. The flames glittered green for a few moments before vanishing again, for another fire to surprise another passer by moments later.
All types of people passed in the hall, the official red colour of the auror robes mixed with in the throng as they tried to push against the throng, their shift almost over. The rest of the employees pushed on, mindless of those going against the crowd, just ready for another day working the jobs they were so enthusiastic about when they were younger. Eventually the crowd evaporates, dispersing into the twisty turny corridors and then the small offices that lined every wall.
It was just another morning, to just another day.
Transparent as it may have been to the Ministry they were broken, broken and bleeding and it was certain that the Creva’llc’s were not going to stop there. Their plan, after all, was to bring the Ministry to its knees and just leave it to die.
Then again, they knew how broken the Ministry already was.
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Re: Creva'llc's: hidden horrors. « Reply #3 on Dec 23, 2007, 2:50pm »
The Creva'llc's: hidden horrors.
Winter encroached upon the land; the autumn leaves finally giving way to the frost. As he walked the cobbled stones beneath his feet were slippery due to the early morning ice collected along the road, where only the night before water had slid over the rocks. Still the weather did not bother the elderly man, in fact he thrived upon the harsh conditions winter brought, and Narvon was no ordinary man.
As he walked down the street he observed the comings and goings of the workers at the ministry, watching as they hurried to and fro from the single telephone box on the corner of the street.
There was a certain sense of arrogance about the man as he stopped outside a coffee shop, nose in the air, eyes glittering in the light. Glittering or glinting, the difference hard enough to tell normally was more difficult to separate in Narvon’s eyes: glittering could be used simply because of the joy at the idea of bringing this great bureaucracy down, but glinting because of the pure deviousness of it all.
Then he was gone, in the flash of an eye. One moment he was there and the next he was not and no-one noticed, not even the muggles who were often so acutely able to sense magic in their world. Still, the world continued on completely unaware of everything that was happening, all the horror and grief that one man would unleash on the earth. Even the ministry of magic could not understand it all, where some of the supposedly cleverest people in the wizarding world resided. What chance did the muggles stand?
Where he arrived next was darker, emptier of people but Narvon was far more relaxed as he walked down the dim corridor, his steps certain of where he was headed to. Creva’llc’s headquarters was an old disused lab complex, here and there things was still in working order but in general the rooms were old and broken. Glass crunched against the floor as Narvon stepped through the door to the largest lab, where already people had begun to gather, silence fell in his presence as one of the younger members raced to pull out their leaders chair.
Tension filled the room as each of the groups members eyed their leader warily, each one wondering about his presence. That was not to say that Narvon did not run the show, things could only happen on his orders, but it was usual for Kaitylen - his second in command - to take meetings such as this. Excitement also buzzed through the room, if the 'Doc' was here something must be happening, something important. Perhaps, it dawned on the members, that they were finally getting some where.
Tapping his shoe against the floor in an even cadence Narvon watched his members, methodically scanning through the group before him. There was no doubt in his mind of their loyalty, how could any-one betray him? Maybe that would be his downfall, and then again maybe it would not be, after all it was well known how the world feared him. In truth the Creva'llc's must fear him too.
Light seeped in through the boarded up windows sending shadows floating across the room.
The 'Doc' raised his voice although there was no need to in the absolute silence of the room. The old man may have looked a little insane, perhaps he was, but there were brains behind the elderly facade, a great intelligent that had long been released on the world. Narvon did not have to hide the fact that he enjoyed the revenge that he planned, his laughter showed such, his eyes glinting in the light. "Now we are all here." He glared with dark eyes at a young woman just joining the large crowd gathered in the increasingly packed room.
"The time is coming my friends, the ministry grows weaker by the day." Narvon's voice was weighted carefully, his words lovingly spoken the obvious truth in them mattered very much to him. "It is all dealt with, you have played your parts well." The big boss grinned widely at the group, many of the younger members tried not to be revolted by this own show of hatred, bigger things were at stake now. "Now, onto reports." The group gathered their looked confused, shooting glances at each other, this was nothing different then any other meeting, so why Narvon?
So the meeting continued, each member standing to tell their tale, their boss watching intently at each movement. His eyes would have caught any slight change in attitude, any betrayal, then there was none, every-one knew that it was the Creva'llc's or nothing. Them or Death.
And as the sun reached the top of it's course they left one by one, each careful not to catch the attention of any passing muggles as they left the decapitated room. Still, no one was any closer to knowing why Narvon had taken the meeting, or where Kaitylen was, or for a fact what the plan was. The Creva'llc's would just have to trust 'Doc', hard as that was.
The horror's were hidden even to the most trusted members of the group.
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Re: Creva'llc's: The Storyline. « Reply #4 on Apr 12, 2008, 2:54pm »
The Creva'llc's: double entendre.
The disruptions came daily now, always one thing or another and still it seemed that the Ministry of Magic were no closer to discovering the true identity of all the trouble. Now whilst in theory it was easy to see that it was the Creva’llc’s doing the damage, the problem was no-one was quite sure who was on their side. Most people had just managed to miss the small problem that they were facing attacks from two sides, and whilst both groups knew who the other was, working out who they were working against was beginning to be a problem.
As the Creva’llc’s saw it they were fighting for the better of the wizarding world, the means was worth the ends. Despite the deaths that were daily splashed over the front pages of the Daily Prophet they were working their way slowly toward victory. However, the question the plagued their leader’s mind was not what they would have to face but rather whether it was worth fighting two wars to get what they wanted. It wasn’t that Narvon was a jealous man, although like any other he enjoyed the power bequeathed to him, but he loathed the idea that he should have to fight some other idiot who believed that what he said was right. What ‘Doc’ said was right, end of story, but now he had some-one who appeared to disagree ever Creva’llc idea he was beginning to become too cautious, always watching his back.
Each member of the select group had something to say on the matter of their enemy, but at the end of the day it every-ones opinions were different.
Who was right?
***
“Minister?” The words came with the rap on the door. A quick swing of the most important man in the ministry’s hand opened the door to reveal his rather young Under Secretary who had gathered in his arms a large selection of newspaper sheets and handwritten scraps of parchment. Taking a step into the room the boy, for he was hardly a man placed the sheets on the table before asking the minister whether there was anything else he wanted, with the negative response he retreated to his own office closing the large door on his way. Not even he was willing to have the wrath of the Minister turned on him due to the parchments knowledge, not that he should have really known what they said to begin with.
The minister gazed down at the collection of parchments, reports and what-not. Picking up a page at random he began his reading, all the while taking notes in his careful handwriting, never stopping long enough to believe the tragedy that each report held.
Stopping for a moment he looked down at the curved feminine handwriting of the Head Auror: her report noting the use of similar methods of action as each of the horrors of the recent months. This one, she reported, was no different to the last one really, but the targets were clear as smoke, even to her scrutiny there was no pattern to the deaths, or the destruction. The minister’s eyebrow furrowed slightly in concentration as he tried to piece together the shards of the information that had been placed before him, but he could make no more sense of the information then any of the other great minds that he employed to analyse the data. As far as he was concerned, there was just the one group, the Creva’llc’s and they were about as easy to track down as the destruction they caused was hard to miss.
***
The gloom of the evening was setting in as Kaitylen Woolfe sat down on her sofa, tucking her feet beneath her and a large glass of red wine set at her elbow. Her grey eyes scanned across the papers that she had quickly made copies of at work that day, her heart hammering in her chest at the thought of being caught by one of the auror’s that worked in the records office. There were people in the Ministry who knew that there were traitors and she couldn’t risk getting caught, not now, they were too close for that.
Now, her heart beat at a more comfortable rate the brunette began scanning the papers that she would later deliver to her ‘other’ boss, the one that she wasn’t pretending too. Then of course, the problem was that she didn’t know who she was spying for any-more, because that was just it, at the end of the day the Creva’llc’s were the ministry, without them even knowing it. There were so many of them now, so many that they knew who they were when they passed in the corridor, they could talk over lunch, they could have taken the ministry in a day.
Yet, it wasn’t that easy: because those who belonged to the traitors, as so many did, didn’t all belong together, that much Kaitylen could see. The point was that she couldn’t even trust herself in this game any-more because the people who you thought you were leaking the wrong information too, didn’t always turn out to be the people who were turn around and ‘accidently’ tell it to their boss. Or at least not the boss you meant them to tell.
Scanning the papers Kaitylen tried to push the thought from her mind, but she couldn’t believe how naive the Ministry was to think that there was only one person trying to pull them down from the inside. Unless, the person who wrote the reports was one of them. But then, which them?
***
This was a game where all the cards were hidden. How could you trust people to play fairly when there weren’t any rules to play by? How could you trust yourself not to give the game away? At the end of the day, no matter how much you knew, it was never going to be enough.
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Re: Creva'llc's: The Storyline. « Reply #5 on Jun 25, 2008, 2:39am »
The Creva'llc's: and you call this justice?
Months had past now since the battle at the Ministry of Magic. Months in which the true side of the Creva'llc's had been desperately hidden from the prying eyes of the bureaucracy. For the moment the wizarding world could settle with peace, or at least only fight a war against one side. There was so much doubt now though, even from the highest level and many had lost hope. Lost hope in what the Ministry was and everything that they stood for because they had thrown in their lot with traitors. Those whom should have been carted off to Azkaban had been flattered and praised for their parts in the battle, many could not face that.
Many would not face that and had handed in their resignations: Hayden Brooks to name but one. There were those who would fight the Creva'llc's never believing that they truly meant peace to cloak the world. There were those whom just got on with life and faced the fact that at the right hand of the Minister stood a man who had being willing to take the Ministry by power alone. He had not though. Unlike many though he had only denned to fight for the organization, it did not bear to think what would have happened had that man chosen wrong and not right, chosen to fight to cease the Ministry. In the end he had won his prize anyway, they had given it to him.
This was a world now of politics, not integrity or justice. A world where a twenty three year old was given the powers of a man twice her age. A world where she was just a puppet to a master mind who was mad, no doubts, but brilliant all the same.
This was not a world that the people knew anymore.
Nobody believe that the Creva'llc's would hold true to their promise. They were just watching, waiting till the Etheral's and the Ministry fought to their deaths and then they would cease all the power that they wished. Narvon was not a man to be taken lightly, nor was he senile despite his age, and perhaps people did not take much stock from him as a threat. Not seeing his power was perhaps their greatest mistake. They forgot that this was a magical world where age meant nothing in terms of strength, for many years the eldest had been the wisest and for a moment people seemed to forget that. They would do what was right, but what was right?
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Re: Creva'llc's: live and let die « Reply #6 on Aug 22, 2008, 3:13am »
The Creva'llc's: live and let die
Phillip Routledge, the Minister of Magic, looked around the table of the meeting room, his eyes catching on each person present in turn. It wasn't a particularly comfortable, or welcoming group present, and he knew that a few of them wouldn't care what the out come of the meeting was. It was a meeting that had to be completed though; a check that each department was running as it should be, and that the Ministry was holding firm against the threat of the Ethereal's. Personally, the Minister thought that the Phoenixial Renaissance were doing more to stop the power lust of their opponents then the bureaucracy were. Then again, under new management things had changed. Moral hadn't ever been the same after the battle. More then death, losses had been found through out the building. People whom had turned their backs on what the place stood for, people whom just didn't like it any more. People who were just plain power hungry. That went for those around the table as well, some of them were there for their morals, whilst others were just biding their time until a better option came around. There had been betrayals, some very close to Phillip's hearts and losses too. His mind was dragged to Hayden for just the briefest moment, her resignation had hit him hard, it was then he knew how far the Ministry had strayed from it's own ideals. Just another Ministry malcontent.
He looked darkly around the room, the silence was heavy and hatred honestly passed between many members of the group.
To his direct right sat Narvon Diarabrysm, the leader of an entity named the Creva'llc's. The old man, in looks alone, was staring dead ahead, he would probably not voice a single thought through out the entire meeting. Phillip was fine with that, but he felt pinned in, for on his left sat his 'adviser', one Kaitylen Woolfe also of the Creva'llc's. Between them the pair sat in stony silence, occasionally the slightest hint of a thought flicking between them but neither shared it with the present company. The Minister was well aware that should he do anything they didn't like then they would be less the polite about it, hence he was careful where he placed his feet. This was politics, and what ever he believed wasn't always the right thing to say. Politics. Yet, he couldn't help but feel that the Creva'llc's were slowly but surely gaining power. They had power over him undoubtedly, even if it didn't really show through, one wrong word and.... He didn't even want to find out.
"Lets get this over with then, so we can all go back to doing what we're paid to do." It was his Undersecretary speaking, clearly aware of the large amount of work that running this Ministry took.
The rest of the table was comprised of the Heads of Department, but included a few other random names. Rosaline Holdeman, currently running the auror department, because there had been a lot of wizards and witches to throw in Azkaban recently. Then there was the Undersecretary, banished around the table by the presence of his two shadows. In the corner of the large room sat the Junior Undersecretary, a small mousy haired woman whom looked rather scared of it all having only been employed after the battle in which her predecessor had lost his life. The woman was hurriedly taking notes, all the time watching as the powers that be spoke, arguing or complying dependent on whom was being interrogated for a lack of a better word.
It was obvious that nobody wanted to be there but it was politics. Politics again to be polite to each other even if you hated the person hat you were sitting next too. Phillip tried to engross himself in the meeting, the words lulling him into an almost false state of security.
An psychologist watching would have no doubt been fascinated by the whole thing. Whilst reports were given, standardized things discussed and it just seemed a normal meeting the way that everyone acted was far from normal. Many of the members glanced warily at each other, their eyes narrowed try to comprehend the others actions. It was a war zone just waiting to happen. All that needed to be said was one wrong thing; one thing that the Creva'llc's didn't want to hear and it would be brought down, collapsing around their ears. Phillip felt as though the Ministry was a mirror, just waiting for somebody to crack it, leaving it cursed for years on end. He wasn't a superstitious man, but that didn't change the fact that everybody knew that the Creva'llc's were just waiting. Waiting until they could do what they had been planning to do all the time, even if Narvon claimed that he just wanted to run the Ministry in a better way. Even if Kaitylen claimed that she knew what she was doing. Just because the pair said one thing, it didn't mean that they didn't mean something entirely different.
He hadn't been an auror for nothing. Now, as Minister Phillip just felt as though he had to give up all his morals for politics. To do what was politically correct, and what was that anyway?
Brought out of his thoughts by the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement starting a discussion about the trials of those Ethereal's who had been stupid enough to be captured Phillip glanced around the table again. 'Doc' was staring at Rosaline, who was currently looking disgusted at Kaitylen who was making eyes at Scott Duncan (the head of the department of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes) whom was looking nervously between the brunette and Phillip himself. Clearly they were all paying attention to the meeting.
If this was politics then he didn't know what was going on. This was a group of people, whom had nothing in common trying to run a bureaucracy that had awful problems. Acted from both inside and out how could they hope to ever stand strong. With people on the inside who wanted to bring the Ministry down as badly as their enemies. How would they survive if this was politics? He had never read a book that documented a government like theirs, not even their own history books recorded anything like this. It was up to him to keep it all together, and yet he had so little control when it came down to it. As far as he could see Narvon Diarabrysm was not a bad man, he didn't want to kill people if he could help it, he just wanted something and would do anything to get it. The same could be said of Ms. Woolfe, or for that matter anybody around the table.
If that was true then they were all as power hungry as the next person.
And so the meeting continued, back and forth, back and forth. The intelligent eyes of 'Doc' almost always watching Phillip for any hint of betrayal, occasionally flicking this way or that. The man may have been insane but he was brilliant as well, he may have looked old but he was in the prime of his life working for what he had always believed in.
There was no politics here. Only animal instincts; to live and let die.
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Re: Creva'llc's: The Storyline. « Reply #7 on Sept 27, 2008, 4:57am »
The Creva'llc's: big brother is watching you
Everybody knew that the Creva'llc's were watching the Ministry of Magic, that was the obvious one. How could they not know with Kaitylen Woolfe always flouncing around, that was obvious. Of course she wasn't the only one, there were so many more that people just didn't notice. They were your partner, your friend, your boss, your secretary, the person that you talked to in the elevator. Yet, you would never know that you were giving away the Ministry's secrets to the people whom you knew were going to take over your government sooner or later. You could help them, and never notice. There were bigger problems of course; when you said something stupid, some off hand comment that implied you were fighting against them. Then you had issues, and you still would never know that they were watching you. Every minute, of every of hour, of every day. By the time that you noticed it might be too late.
Thats not to say that the group had been particularly militant as of late. At the moment they were playing by the Ministry's rules, the key being at the moment. Again, the problem came as it always did, the problem. The problem with the Ministry of course was that the Creva'llc's didn't care about rules, there game was one where there were no rules to play by. Just because something was polite, or defined humanity they weren't about to do it. There were more important things; thinking of themselves first.
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"Come on, you think that she actually likes you?" One of the unspeakables let out a trill of laughter at her friend, another member of her department. The woman was possibly in her mid-thirties but she may have been older, one could never really tell but the man was definitely younger then her and his face was puce as he blushed. The moment that Amanda Long had gotten wind of Ashton's newest crush she had burst into unstoppable laughter. Every woman in her department was after her work partner but he had to fall for some flighty auror, although that said the brunette couldn't exactly blame him the woman his attention was lavished on was a pretty enough blonde. "Oh well" She admitted as they exited the elevator to continue to their office, she grinned before bursting into laughter again. "Better then Miss. 'Look at me aren't I beautiful' Woolfe." Amanda managed through her laughter, and he joined in with amusement. Neither saw one of Miss. 'Look at me aren't I beautiful' Woolfe's comrades coming from the opposite end of the corridor. He smiled as he passed the pair but it was two late, he had heard the comment and whilst it was nothing, a stupid comment that was actually very true, it still meant something. Problem was that he didn't like them talking about his leader in that way. Once you were a Creva'llc you were a Creva'llc for good and you played by their no rules - rules. The comment would get to ears far higher then his own.
Amanda and Ashton burst into their office still laughing, neither knew what would happen, but neither thought they had done anything wrong either. Fact was, they probability hadn't. It was just loyalty, testing what people said when they were stupid enough to think that no-one was listening, thinking that the Creva'llc's would remain true. When none of it was true at all.
***
You wouldn't know it but the Creav'llc's were watching the school of Hogwarts as well. The master mind behind it all knew that the Headmaster knew he was being watched, as would his little blonde lackey but that wouldn't stop him watching. Owen Wrencroft would be a problem sooner or later but for the moment he didn't matter, what interest did Narvon Diarabrysm have in school children, other then to control whose 'side' they chose? One day he would manage to slip one of his member's into a teaching position but for now he would have to live with students reporting back. Students who didn't have ears in the staff room, and sure one of the healer's was theirs but that didn't mean too much. She wasn't in with the staff and that wasn't good enough, they needed some one in the tight knit little admin group of the castle and they didn't have it. Owen Wrencroft might not have been stupid, but 'Doc' wasn't stupid either and he would make a plan sooner or later to get all the gossip.
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Term was coming, and it was briefing time for those member's of the Creva'llc population whom would be returning to Scotland via kings-cross station. "It's really very simple." A tall black man was sitting on one side of a large rectangular table in the Creva'llc's lab headquarters. Opposite him sat a variety of school aged teenagers ranging between fifth and seventh years and obviously members of the organization. They were being briefed by one of the inner circle, apparently not worthy of the time of the groups leaders. In fact 'Doc' was tinkering in the back room with some potion or other, and the second-in-command was 'working' what ever that meant. "We want to know everything about these people." Albert laid out five photo's on the table before him carefully, one by one turning the images to face the young adults. He watched as six sets of eye's widened in recognition of the images and he named each one carefully. "Owen Wrencroft." Headmaster, and dangerous apparently according to the big boss although he couldn't really see it. "Hayden Brooks." School protector, by title at least but they had nothing on her, other then the fact that she was an ex-auror and seemed to spend less time at the school then anybody else. She was dangerous as well apparently, this time the warning came from a certain brunette adviser. "Jonathan Dawn." This time it was the Gryffindor's in the students who's eyes widened the most. The Creva'llc's knew who was in the Phoenixial Renaissance and he was important for that matter, among others. "Adrianne Guerro." He watched as the Slytherin's raised eyebrows to this one, did they like her? How sweet. Why was she was important was the same as above, she was one of them, but also had some auror training which was a little worrying in itself. "Anna Dawn." Phoenixial Renaissance, again, more importantly there were some rumors going around about her families connection to the sight. That was why they wanted to know about the Dawn family, but they couldn't even get close not with Wrencroft around.
So as far as he could tell, the school wasn't of interest, but the people who dwelled inside were. As far as the students were concerned, they would do what they were told, despite the fact that they were in the dark on the matters of the staff at the school and why they were so interesting to 'Doc'. As always he must have his reasons; he saw the Headmaster as a threat, more so then any of the Phoenixial Renaissance.
***
There was always somebody with their eye on you. Whether you worked for the government, the hospital, the school, the bank, the wizarding world was under the scrutiny of the Creva'llc's and everybody knew that they were just waiting for their time. What they didn't know was that they were waiting for their time, and that time would be the right time because they held one thing above all. Knowledge. They gathered an hoarded the truth, the gossip, the lies for one purpose; to catch people out when they were down.
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