[color=a187be][i][b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Smiling at Colette and her new Familiar Hyllos, the brawny girl was almost tempted to reach out and pet it. But Colette's question caught her attention first, and a look of worry was on her face. [color=a187be]"I don't know about saving anyone, but I do know that we needed to find those wagons. I don't know what's taking the others so long... With the roc dealt with I suppose they have more time to deal with it now, but still we should go find them."[/color] Annabeth dismounted from Samson and gave him a loving pat on his snout. [color=a187be]"Great job out there."[/color]

Annabeth helped Samson back into his harness to help haul the wagon. She than got onto the back of the wagon and looked over at the roc's nest. No fire, no flashes, Annabeth has no idea how things are going over there. She feared the worse. [color=a187be]"We need to head over to the roc's nest. Colette, could you try to use your familiar to scout ahead? See what happened to Aramir and the others? Erual, I know it's been a long day for you, but could you also get this wagon moving as close to the roc nest as you can? Worse comes to worse, we might have to go up there ourselves if the horses can't find a way down."[/color]

[color=crimson][i][b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Lucilia read over Grey's report while drinking her sixth cup of coffee. If she was a normal human she would have quite a caffeine buzz, but as a vampire she barely registered the taste. As she read she thought about the possible culprits of this attack. She initially thought someone with access to demons; no child no matter who his lineage should be able to turn an entire village into his undead army. Not unless he was channeling a demon of considerable power. But then the report mentioned something the boy said... The wilds were returning, along with the name Narok. Lucilia was unfamiliar with the name. Was it a demon? A mage?

Then there was a knock on her window. Looking at it she saw Alaira with... Lyn. Sighing, the vampire could imagine what she wanted. But surely Alaira wouldn't try anything with Lyn here, and surely she didn't intend to leave Lyn outside the window. With a wave of her hand Lucilia unlocked and opened her window for Alaira and Lyn, setting out two cups of hot chocolate for them while Lucilia sipped her coffee. [color=crimson]"Hello. To what do I owe the pleasure?"[/color]

[color=pink][i][b][center]Satori[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Satori simply shrugged her shoulders at the words of the others. [color=pink]"It is truly not my say in the matter, despite how much I could gleam. We all have our problems, and fortunately many of us try to improve ourselves despite that. All I can say, and hope for, is that she makes the effort to change for the better."[/color] There was a glint in Satori's eyes as she turned her head sharply away from her office. She picked up something peculiar from her mind reading, something that was worth investigating. [color=pink]"Hmm... Grey, are you free at the moment? I believe a creature has just entered the college. I could deal with it myself, but I would appreciate it if you could take care of it for me while I handle other matters."[/color]

Indeed, deeper into the college a student just accidentally released a pack of feral rats. Barely sentient due to the experiments on them, but they were also quite large. The students ran in fear as the rats began to attack them, and currently they were left to roam the lower levels of the college. Certainly something a guardsmen with a spear could handle, or for Satori to deal with herself, but she had more important matters to take care of than vermin control. 

[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

Tyrael returned to his forge and was considering what to make for Athalus. Or why he'd do such a thing. It was true that the demon didn't like him very much. In fact he was rather hopeful that Mar would make him leave, or kill him. Tyrael would do everything in his power to protect her, as he always did. He'd do it himself if people didn't assume he would anyways. However Tyrael was not that chaotic. He was not like the Karnage he knew he once could have been. As much as emotions drive him, like demons he had to keep a firm grip, to be able to kill them when they get out of hand. But that didn't mean he could always shut down those feelings, just like how you cannot always kill demons. Before Vorinclex would come back to taught him Tyrael found what he was looking for. He left his forge shortly after and headed back to the Infirmary. It hasn't quite been an hour yet, but assuming that Athalus and Mar weren't too foolish hopefully they haven't left yet.

He was quite disappointed when he found Athalus and Mar's bed empty. It wasn't hard for him to figure out where they went; back to their den, as if they weren't hurt at all. It angered him in many ways. For one, they were ignoring the healing for the sake of privacy. But he also felt they were avoiding him. Like they didn't want his help, which hurt him more than stabbing him in the guts. Emotions boiled inside of Tyrael as self-loathing and sadness became to creep onto him. [b]"Why? Why won't they let me help them? Why can't just accept my feelings?"[/b] He said to himself. He heard the door open and turned to see Lidda and Athalus, but no Mar. Athalus was also more beaten than before, so Tyrael could imagine that Mar didn't leave without a fight. Good for her.

[b]"You you enjoy flirting with death, Marik?"[/b] Tyrael hissed. He generally referred people by their last name (If given) when he's trying to be professional. First names were left for personal reasons.