RPG: Marcellus [Suspended]

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Marcellus

It's a few years beforeVoldemort's downfall. Valencia Marcellus is visting her grandparents when she finds a mysterious black book with silver snake clasps. Inside is the knowledge any sane man would kill to get his hands on. This is a prequel to The Next Generation. Please do not become a character someone already plays in The Next Generation. Though this scenario has some plot already, please don't hesitate to lead your character into the thick of things. Valencia can't be the only main character!

The start of this RPG is set in March 1995

Many thanks to FawkesthePhoenix for creating this RPG scenario.

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[FawkesthePhoenix]

Prolouge

The sky was filled with smoke, blotting out the stars. The only light was a soft golden glow emitting from a shimmering black book with silver snake clasps. A hunched over figure stood over it, admiring his creation. After years and years of endless effort, research, and waiting, he had done it. This book, he knew, would be the key to his rise in power. In it held all the secrets of Dark magic. Spells common crimminals only thought about having in their wildest dreams. He would rule all, and every man, women, and child would kneel before him, as their rightful ruler.
The strange man picked up the book, ready to open it, thumb through its pages. But it wouldn't open. He didn't have the key. There was no keyhole, but something was obviously amiss. The man let out a small cry. How could he possibly fashion a key when all his energy had been spent on making the actual book? And how could he manage his greatness without it? He needed it now, while the time was just right. The time wouldn't come again for a very long time.
The mysterious man beheld the book, the finest treasure ever created, never to be his. He sank to his knees, despairing.
He never heard the hiss of an arrow thudding into his back. He was dead before he realized anyone was there with him. The man's murderer jerked the book from its master's hands.
"You and I," he murmured, stroking his prize. "You and I are going to be very, very good friends."

[choki]

The scorching sun beat down on her tired body relentlessly. Two hours has passed since she had her last drop of water.
The heat of the unusual hot spring made the day unbearable and she was drenched in sweat. How she wished she could spend the afternoon lazing around in her bed.

"Ray, Watch out!" The warning was too familiar. Rachel responded instinctively. The bludger flew narrowly past her as she swerved sharply to the right.
"Arithwood! Focus! Stop hitting at your own team mate!" The coach shouted.
"Just be careful of your shots in the future," Rachel shouted across the field to Amara as she caught the quaffle. She was partnered with Amara and 5 others players to play against the rest of the Chudley Cannons members for the practice this afternoon. She knew her best friend, Amara, who was the beater in her team, had the tendency to strike a bludger at one of her own team-mates.

"Everyone, just focus! One more round and we'll call it a day," the coach declared. Rachel groaned inwardly.

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Valencia looked up from her book. It was getting late. Valencia put aside Enchantments to Befuddle the Mind and began gathering her stuff. The mahogany table was covered with parchment from each corner. Each piece was covered in homework. And a few doodles. Well, more than a few. Okay, so half of them were doodles. She'd gotten all her homework done, right? So why shouldn't she draw a bit now that she had spare time? It's not a crime to decorate your homework.
Valencia shoved the pile of parchment into her bag and went upstairs to the Ravenclaw 3rd year dormitory. Many people were already in bed. But instead of following suit, Valencia sat on the window sill and stared into the dark sky.

[choki]

With the quaffle tucked tightly under her arm, she sped across the last quarter of the field. The opponent chaser followed closely behind her. A bludger then whizzed past her ear. It was a close call. Taking a quick peek back, she saw the seeker on her team, was also, gaining speed to catch the elusive golden snitch. However, same like her, the opponent seeker was just inches away. "Just a little bit more," she said mentally. The score of the board is 140 to 290. Even if the seeker was to catch the snitch, the match would result in a draw. If only her team could score one more goal.

Urging her broomstick to go faster, she swerved sharply to the right and headed straight towards the heavily guarded post. Her sudden action surprised the audience as well as the defenders whom expected her to go left where they had the other beater stationed secretly. Amidst the confusion, she kept her focus. There was no time to lose. She made another sharp turn, throwing off the opponent and she threw the quaffle just as she brushed past the centre loop. The quaffle went through the loop neatly and around the same time, the seeker caught the snitch.

The audience roared as the final score board flashed 300 to 290. England has just won the Quidditch World Cup!

Rachel smiled in her sleep, dreaming about being tossed in the air during the victory celebration. It was such a nice dream that Rachel don't mind never to wake up from.

[*Riley*]

Aldor bustled over to the dingy kitchen sink, he bent low over it and spat out blood. It tasted of metal and pain, his master had beaten him again for using magic without his permission.
Marcellus slowly strode of to Aldor and grasped his hair, Aldor gasped with pain as the man ripped clumps of hair out of his head.
When Aldor finally felt like he had no blood left he slumped onto a nearby sofa which had scorch marks in it, Aldor had a feeling Marcellus had burnt down a house and kept the ripped sofa as a reminder of his evil ways.
"Get me some firewhisky you low life" snapped Marcellus as he himself slumped down onto an even more injured looking chair.
"And make it snappy, oh and don't forget to do it like a muggle" he said and he spat straight into Aldor's face.

[choki]

Working in the Dept of Magical Games and Sports was never an easy job, especially once the Quidditch League started and you made a blunder at work.
"Rachel!!!!" She cringed when she heard her name being called through the howler. The voice belonged to one of the senior staff whom the younger staffs nicknamed Mrs Snappy. Groaning inwardly, she walked to her supervisor's office.

"Good morning, Mrs Sn- Smith!"
"I heard you will be playing for Chudley Cannons this season..."
"Yes, as their new chaser," Rachel replied. Mrs Smith eyed her suspiciously. Rachel started to shift around uncomfortably.
"Alright, you can go back to work now!" Rachel blinked her eye twice. Did Mrs Smith call her just for this confirmation? She would usually throw in a few sarcastic remarks and at times, blow her top over minor issues.
"I said, you can go back now!!!" shouted Mrs Smith at the top of her voice. Rachel scurried out of her office, feeling a little lucky she did not get scolding.

Unknown to her, a letter bearing a signature of Dumbledore laid on top of her supervisor's desk.
"Albus, are you sure you want to involve her at such a young age?" said Mrs Smith as she looked at the letter addressed to her.

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Valencia sat down at breakfast feeling terribly foggy and sluggish. She most certainly was not a morning person. Valencia was just beginning to butter some toast as the mail came. A barn owl flew over to her and dropped a daily prophet, and-- a letter from her grandfather. Merlin's pants, why the hippogriff was he writing to her? Valencia's decrepit, creepy old grandfather had never even spoken to her, much less taken the time to write her a letter. Why did he have to make contact with her? Valencia was happy with their tradition of simply glaring and keeping a safe distance from each other whenever they met. She didn't have to read it, did she? She wouldn't be expected to-- to write back back, would she? Valencia stared at the yellowed parchment in silent horror.