[center][h1][color=gold] Cymbeline Lockhart [/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=gold]"Yes, Captain i understand. I won't let you down,"[/color] Cymbeline said, giving a respectful nod to Fannily as she noted the very real possibility that this situation could go for the better or the worse depending on what was done next. By Mayon, the mage's college itself could become involved, much more chasing after a dangerous and mysterious figure, if she could not do this safely. 

But as she turned away once more, she moved to look at Sir Tiral's attempt to seemingly analyze the dark sigil. And for a moment she thought about potentially assisting in this effort for the moment, when a voice rang out in her head. [i]"Don't try to move it. Get rid of it without moving it. Moving it will only make things worse."[/i] The words rang clear in her ear as if they were pure crystal shimmering in the sunlight, though their source was nowhere around her as she briefly looked to each side and noted no one was even close to her physically at her location save for the Earl. But if this was true, she had to act, have some faith in this mysterious voice calling out to her with seemingly good intent. 

May the Captain forgive her if this next set of actions was not good. Yet at least this voice, whatever it was, seemed to provide some kind of clue as to how NOT to go about this. 

[color=gold]"We don't need to try to move the curse either, or we could perhaps trigger something worse,"[/color] she said, speaking aloud where the others in the immediate area among her comrades and fellow magic users could hear, not speaking of the voice in her head at the moment. 

Turning back to the earl yet again, the mage took a single, deep breath to steel her nerves. Then picking up her left hand, she again began to quickly draw more sigils. But this time, not isolating ones as she had previously thought to do. If moving the dark curse here might mess it up, then isolating it or attempting to do so might potentially be dangerous too. Such was her train of thought on the matter. So this time, she was setting up an arrangement of sigils in the air for starting the very careful deconstruction process of the dark sigil. Not that setting this up was necessary, but was being done more so to be as detailed and careful about this as she could be. No sense rushing in like a fool to have things blow up in everyone's faces. 

However, included with these was one more sigil in the array, meant to....try to redirect any potential secondary effects onto herself alone....or at least as much as could be. If thing went wrong, and this sigil was to strong for her one to redirect all the effects to herself, at least potentially taking some of the brunt might help? She felt she deserved to pay the price if her efforts backfired in the end, or at least needed to prevent harm to the others or the Earl perchance by putting herself in front of that harm first if it came down to it.  

Once the circular arrangement was set up, she poured in her magical energy once more, causing the sigils to shine brightly but gently with an aura of blue glow. She was ready. Bit by bit, thread by thread it could be said, Cymbeline would then attempt to try to deconstruct the spell that had placed this curse on the earl. A look of intense focus came onto her face as she did her best to be as careful yet intricate in this matter as possible. 

Hopefully the Earl would remain still for this as well, at least for his sake and that of the others here. 

[@VitaVitaAR][@Noodles][@Crimson Paladin][@PKMNB0Y][@TheFake][@Raineh Daze]

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[center][h1][color=crimson] Elissa Lockhart [/color][/h1][/center]

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Elissa watched on in silence as her sister suddenly spoke out more about what not to do to this dark sigil, which seemed rather normal for Cymbeline but to her twin felt a tad...sudden to suddenly declare to the others aloud. Not that Elissa was enamored with Sir Tiral or such personal things, but at the same time he was older and she felt perhaps more experienced at this sort of thing than Cymbeline (her own twin sister) would be. So to not allow a more experienced senior among the knights to perhaps step in and fix the issue was to Elissa a negative action that was not proper in things. Albeit, this was all thought from an individual who more or less was on the side of having experienced hands leading the group instead of a young girl who just happened to be born on a certain day of all people. 

Her sister had trained with those from the mage's college, true, and that was not something to be taken lightly for magical skills either she supposed. Her sister had always been good at the magical arts in a wider range than she herself knew them. If she was going to stop another's efforts like that, then she had better have a good reason, and might have a good reason in particular in this case. She had enough trust in her sister to not just stomp in there as if to discipline her, and in this case she hoped said trust would not be misplaced as it were. By Mayon, her sister was a formally trained mage who had taken up bow pretty much as a side arm for use in battle beyond just her magic so she wouldn't be utterly defenseless. 

[color=crimson]"You better know what you're doing,"[/color] Elissa said, crossing her arms and muttering under her breath for her own sanity in this situation.