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Jan 20, 2014 17:44:49 GMT -5
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Post by Ozlen-Inactive on Jan 20, 2014 17:44:49 GMT -5
The Lair of the Dark Sorcerer wasn't much to look at. Classically evil, the place was hidden in the mountains somewhere in Wonderland, with the walls and floors having little decoration other than the natural stone that surrounded it. Above ground, the place looked like a small medieval mansion, a place you would expect an evil sorcerer to make his home; but beneath the ashy earth, it was so much more.
Down a large flight of stone steps and built into a mountain, dungeons were aplenty. One could only wonder what kind of sadistic mind would create several rooms of different styles of cells and prisons. The smallest dungeon was simple. A small one man cell carved from the mountain itself, and with it only being three square feet wide and seven feet tall there was barely room to stand, much less sit or lay down. The second room was a classic prison, with numerous cages lining the walls of the cavern, not much larger than the previous cell, but one was able to lay down to rest, however uncomfortable it may still be. The largest room was by far the sorcerer's favorite. A naturally formed pit that delved deep into the Earth's crust. A platform of stone jutted out from the doorway and extended to the center of the pit. Several small bird-like cages hung around the cavern, suspended from the ceiling. Not only would it test the will of those kept in the cages, but their physical being as well. The very sight of the endless pit and the rocking of the cage would make ill of even the most sane of men.
In his study, Jafar sat, a black grimoire propped open in front of him, deeply engrossed in its words. Without a single noise a man entered the room before quickly bowing his head and lowering himself to one knee, showing his respect for the sorcerer. One did not have to ask the man where he was from as his bronze skin jet black hair and his deep brown eyes gave every indication that he, like Jafar, was also from Agrabah. Unlike Jafar though, the man was not clad in black robes, but instead he wore classic Agrabah garbs normally worn by the more prestigious traders and vendors and usually chose to wear orange with a black scarf that he wore to hide the mark on the back of his neck.
"Iago," Jafar spoke up as the grimoire snapped shut. "I see that you have returned from your time away from Wonderland." Jafar stood up and turned to face his servant who in turn looked up at his master. "Tell me Iago, what have you learned about the genie's of other worlds?"
"Not much I'm afraid, Master." Iago answered Jafar's question in a soft and submissive tone. "Though Wonderland is filled with much magic, there seem to be many worlds that are not. It would also appear that Wonderland is but one of hundreds of worlds and I was unfortunately only able to travel to but a few in my current state."
"You're news is not what I expected to hear Iago," Jafar snapped, obviously irritated by his servant's words.
"I am sorry Master," Iago bowed his head, so not to have his shameful face be seen by his master, before continuing. "There is one name that is whispered across many worlds however, a name that is said to belong to a man that can make almost any request a reality. He is said to be an immortal, powerful and dangerous. Many people fear him and dare not mention his name aloud."
"Oh? Sound's like a man after my own heart, if I were to have one that is. Where can I find this man?"
"In a place called Storybrooke Master. With my ability I can only travel worlds alone, but I do know a way to get us both there. Word is, is that the Hatter is also in Storybrooke."
"Excellent Iago, well done." Jafar praised his servant. Though he may look down upon the man as his lesser, he could always expect the young lad to pull through. "Before heading back to Storybrooke, tell me, what is this man's name I seek?"
"His name is Rumpelstiltskin."
"A name like that is not easily forgotten. Good, now go to Storybrooke and find the Hatter. While your there, dig up as much information you can on Rumpelstiltskin."
Iago simply nodded before a plume of black smoke surrounded him. As quickly as it appeared the smoke vanished and left standing in Iago's place was a black crow. With a single cry the crow took off and out the window heading toward Storybrooke.
( Iago Description )
Down a large flight of stone steps and built into a mountain, dungeons were aplenty. One could only wonder what kind of sadistic mind would create several rooms of different styles of cells and prisons. The smallest dungeon was simple. A small one man cell carved from the mountain itself, and with it only being three square feet wide and seven feet tall there was barely room to stand, much less sit or lay down. The second room was a classic prison, with numerous cages lining the walls of the cavern, not much larger than the previous cell, but one was able to lay down to rest, however uncomfortable it may still be. The largest room was by far the sorcerer's favorite. A naturally formed pit that delved deep into the Earth's crust. A platform of stone jutted out from the doorway and extended to the center of the pit. Several small bird-like cages hung around the cavern, suspended from the ceiling. Not only would it test the will of those kept in the cages, but their physical being as well. The very sight of the endless pit and the rocking of the cage would make ill of even the most sane of men.
In his study, Jafar sat, a black grimoire propped open in front of him, deeply engrossed in its words. Without a single noise a man entered the room before quickly bowing his head and lowering himself to one knee, showing his respect for the sorcerer. One did not have to ask the man where he was from as his bronze skin jet black hair and his deep brown eyes gave every indication that he, like Jafar, was also from Agrabah. Unlike Jafar though, the man was not clad in black robes, but instead he wore classic Agrabah garbs normally worn by the more prestigious traders and vendors and usually chose to wear orange with a black scarf that he wore to hide the mark on the back of his neck.
"Iago," Jafar spoke up as the grimoire snapped shut. "I see that you have returned from your time away from Wonderland." Jafar stood up and turned to face his servant who in turn looked up at his master. "Tell me Iago, what have you learned about the genie's of other worlds?"
"Not much I'm afraid, Master." Iago answered Jafar's question in a soft and submissive tone. "Though Wonderland is filled with much magic, there seem to be many worlds that are not. It would also appear that Wonderland is but one of hundreds of worlds and I was unfortunately only able to travel to but a few in my current state."
"You're news is not what I expected to hear Iago," Jafar snapped, obviously irritated by his servant's words.
"I am sorry Master," Iago bowed his head, so not to have his shameful face be seen by his master, before continuing. "There is one name that is whispered across many worlds however, a name that is said to belong to a man that can make almost any request a reality. He is said to be an immortal, powerful and dangerous. Many people fear him and dare not mention his name aloud."
"Oh? Sound's like a man after my own heart, if I were to have one that is. Where can I find this man?"
"In a place called Storybrooke Master. With my ability I can only travel worlds alone, but I do know a way to get us both there. Word is, is that the Hatter is also in Storybrooke."
"Excellent Iago, well done." Jafar praised his servant. Though he may look down upon the man as his lesser, he could always expect the young lad to pull through. "Before heading back to Storybrooke, tell me, what is this man's name I seek?"
"His name is Rumpelstiltskin."
"A name like that is not easily forgotten. Good, now go to Storybrooke and find the Hatter. While your there, dig up as much information you can on Rumpelstiltskin."
Iago simply nodded before a plume of black smoke surrounded him. As quickly as it appeared the smoke vanished and left standing in Iago's place was a black crow. With a single cry the crow took off and out the window heading toward Storybrooke.
( Iago Description )