[hr][hr][center][img]https://s2.postimg.cc/9u4ekd45l/darke.png[/img][hr][img]https://s13.postimg.cc/bqokv8vef/ezgif-2-aec9dbc0b0.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][@LadyRunic][@Dragoknighte][@KazAlkemi][@jdh97][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=10A133][b]Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 10:30 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@jdh97][@BlueSky44][@Nallore]: "Step aside, Princess - your country will need you," Snaera said coolly, but she didn't drop her revolver. Peter Wylie took a step forward, looking at the situation with great sadness. "When news reached us of Queen Meliscente's death, we realized the strange circumstances were almost identical to that of the Emperor's death...They both died unexpectedly and appeared to be aged beyond their years," Peter explained. "And who would have more to gain than a Witch Princess in murdering the Queen?" Snaera interjected. "Perhaps my father was a rehearsal for the murder of Queen Meliscente. But either way, as princess of the Eastern SnowPlains, I find you, Valda, to be guilty. The sentence will be death by gunfire. Any last words?" she said, before motioning for Luna to step aside. 

[@LadyRunic]: The Meadows seemed to be more afraid for their son than anything else, yet for better or for worse, they trusted Rhys. There's no issue as well with sealing Tom inside of the room. The boy isn't making much sense anyways. As Rhys leaves his home, he'll be able to see Wizard Tower has gone into full lockdown. Such a precaution hasn't had to be taken in several years. He'll make it all the way to Wizard Way before the unimaginable will occur - he'll be recognized. "Rhys? Rhys!" It was an Apprentice who was in the same dorm as Rhys during his time at Wizard Tower. He was always rather nice to Rhys - his name was Ernie. He looked like he had seen a ghost. "But...you're dead." 

[@KazAlkemi]: The ghost raised an eyebrow at Cuyler, but couldn't hold back a haughty grin. There was some bad blood between Alchemists and Wizards, but being held as an expert by a Northern Trader was something that Marcellus Pye, the Castle's first ever Alchemist, couldn't help but appreciate. "You fancy her," Pye observed. It wasn't a question. "But your ExtraOrdinary Wizard will be fine...for now, at least. I'd be more concerned about her apprentice." [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Arya Rincewind[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/6tuc8047j/tumblr_inline_mh9g18863_U1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=#9B30FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside Wizard Tower[/center][hr]	Rowland gave Atkin a kind smile and nodded - he understood that not everyone was comfortable going by a first name basis, as much as he himself preferred it. He was confident however that in due time, Atkin would hopefully feel confident enough to call him Blaise. "[i]Just Rowland [/i]will do quite nicely," he replied with an amused twinkle in his eye. Despite the gravity of the situation, he was making an effort to ensure that Atkin wasn't taking on any unneeded stress himself. 	

	[color=#9B30FF]"Jarvis, would you be so kind as to escort our honored guest to the parlor?"[/color] Arya insisted. It was essentially code for [i]get him into the Stranger Chamber so we can deal with him later.[/i] Jarvis nodded before giving a sweeping bow to the Grula-Grula, with the hairy creature giving Jarvis one in return. The Ordinary Wizard then escorted him to the Stranger Chamber and once the doors closed behind them, they were out of sight. 

	With that taken care of, Arya decided it was time to impart some of her knowledge onto her apprentice. She hadn't intended to cover this with him until the midway point of his apprenticeship, as it generally was not relevant until the seven years and a day apprenticeship was complete. But that was simply a matter of tradition - in reality, the [b]Draw[/b] could happen at any time. [color=#9B30FF]"The [b]Queste[/b] is more than a tradition, Atkin,"[/color] Arya began to explain. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"It was established by Hotep-Ra, the very first ExtraOrdinary Wizard and the crafter of my amulet. The [b]Questing Pot[/b] is imbedded with a deep [b]Magyk[/b], forcing an apprentice to pick a stone from its depths should a [b]Draw[/b] be called. A [b]Draw[/b] is called whenever a [b]Gathering[/b] takes place - which is where the ghosts of all ExtraOrdinary wizards still cognizant enough to remember their own names come to Wizard Tower. I lose my authority as ExtraOrdinary Wizard and become one voice among many."[/color]

	"And it only takes three ExtraOrdinary Wizards to call for a [b]Gathering[/b]," Rowland explained. "Living or dead - it doesn't matter. The [b]Magyk[/b] is all the same."

	[color=#9B30FF]"Once the [b]Draw[/b] has been called, if you ultimately receive a [b]Questing[/b] stone, then you must go on the [b]Queste[/b]. Otherwise, you will perish,"[/color] she concluded, allowing the silence to hang for a moment. [color=#9B30FF]"That is why I wish for you to carry a [b]SafeCharm[/b] from now on."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=7bcdc8]Nera Hawthorn[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/9cg18nv2n/giphy-30.gif[/img][hr][color=7bcdc8][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven House[/center][hr]	Nera ignored Malekith's reaction to her knowledge of the Smuggler's Bolt. She knew things - it was not her fault that he was ignorant of various means of travel and their uses. In fact, the Smuggler's Bolt was not even the most interesting route to and from the Castle - yet it was the most accessible one. The other one was barricaded behind ancient [b]Magyk[/b] that would require assistance to breach. 

	[color=7bcdc8]"I'll inform Medea and Marya,"[/color] Nera said, nodding at Fleur before heading down into the basement. She knew that she'd find the pair there. They were rather haughty twins, boasting that they could trace their lineage back from before the Castle even came to be - to a world that no one could remember. But Nera knew that their pride was not entirely unfounded. Once she saw the silver haired twins standing over a cauldron, Nera gave them a smile. [color=7bcdc8]"Alright, Magniskys, come on then - we've got work to do,"[/color] Nera said with a smirk. Marya looked up with a sinister smirk and nodded, with her twin largely following her lead. 

	[color=7bcdc8]"Here's the plan..."[/color] Nera said, before explaining what had been discussed elsewhere. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/42b2h1xvj/tumblr_inline_naz1rpis_Mx1qce4fj.gif[/img][hr][color=ff0000][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Crypt - The Palace[/center][hr]	Emperor Taj turned suddenly, looking at Lyra with curiosity. "You feel the remnants of the Тиме Стоне?" he asked. He offered no definition as to what exactly it was and Myrus stared at him with tears in his eyes. He had asked a question as to his mother's death - and here it was, being brushed aside for the moment. He didn't mean to seem selfish or self centered, but as painful as discussing his mother's death was, he wanted to know the truth. No, he didn't want to know - he [i]needed[/i] to know. 

	[color=ff0000]"My mother,"[/color] Myrus repeated, looking at Asha with mildly bloodshot eyes. [color=ff0000]"Was she murdered?"[/color]

	Asha nodded her head, and to Myrus, it was as if someone had swung a blade and lopped off his right arm. He fell to his knees, grabbing a loose pebble on the ground with his hand and clenching it tightly. He was trying to say something but it was unintelligible - just quiet morose whimpers of a child having to grow up far too early. Asha knelt down next to him, rubbing his back soothingly. 

	"I understand that you must grieve," Asha said. "Yet we need to know what you know of the бесконачни каменци before we can bring justice to your mother."

	Myrus shook his head meekly. [color=ff0000]"I've never heard that before...I don't even know what language that is..."[/color]