[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/t6dh2plxt/5f17395adc79eddfe9f9f8fe9fccedc3.png[/img][hr][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/tj4v8poq9/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][@LadyRunic][@Dragoknighte][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=7bcdc8][b]Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 3:40 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][u][b][i][color=7bcdc8]The Winking Duck Tavern[/color][/i][/b][/u]

	While Sylvi and Myth were both having interesting conversations, the rest of the bar was far from silent. Customers continued to order ale and [b]FizzFroot[/b], mixing them on occasion and one unfortunate fellow even got one dumped on his head. Yet beyond the usual juvenile antics, there was a woman sobbing in the corner. She hadn't come into the bar too long ago. 

	"My son....My baby boy..." she mumbled, holding a filthy handkerchief to her eyes. 

	"This is all that blasted witch Queen's doing!" a man snapped, with a half a dozen others murmuring in agreement. 

	"I heard it was a set up too, that the Queen paid the Port Witches to off her baby sister..." another chimed in.  

	One of them slammed their fist down on the table. "We've waited long enough for that purple bitch to do somethin' about this! It's time we took matters into our own hands and burned that damned witch at the stake! Just like in the olden days..."

	Back over at the bar itself, where the twins, Bruce, and the bards were seated, Marya just rolled her eyes at her adoptive father. [color=7ea7d8]"Ох, велики проблем? Као да је узео два тинејџера који су изгубили родитеље, а онда су играли мртвог оца?"[/color] Marya taunted, sticking close to her twin sister. [color=7ea7d8]"Хоћеш ли да откачиш ово место, сестро?"[/color] she then asked Medea softly. She had started to get bored poking fun at Bruce. And Sylvi, sadly, wasn't giving the sort of rise that she had hoped for. 

[u][b][i][color=7bcdc8]Road out of the Port[/color][/i][/b][/u]

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	Rhys' luck has finally taken a turn for the better. For reference, he rolled a 17 on the d20 this turn. The Smugglers Bolt path is relatively deserted and as it heads underneath the ground, it stays firm. There's no signs of an impending cave in and the air quality remains relatively fresh. However, he is far from alone. As he continues to walk through the Smugglers' Bolt, a spectral form of a [url=https://s22.postimg.cc/lc0sondnl/Eddard_1x01.jpg]man[/url] [b]Appears[/b] to him. 

	The man hasn't been seen at the Castle in almost a decade, though it didn't matter, as Rhys would recognize him instantly. The ghost was Fendrel Silvers, the husband of the late Queen Meliscente. Most in the Castle assumed that he had been killed by some illness, with Queen Meliscente forbidding the guard to speak of what had happened due to grief. He had been a knight, catching the eye of the Queen and causing her to forgo a marriage for political alliance. 

	Fendrel looked at Rhys, giving him a smile. [i]"My daughter looked beautiful - didn't she?"[/i]

[u][b][i][color=7bcdc8]Palace Servants Quarters - Lyra's Bedroom[/color][/i][/b][/u]

	Lyra managed to put out the flames that had threatened Puck's life, though it was more fortunate for Richard than the Young Army commander himself. Puck stared into Richard's eyes as he was slammed up against the wall. He regretted for a moment dispatching his Deputy Hunter - but he did not oversee the entire Young Army for no reason. "Of course," Puck said with a sympathetic tone. "Forgive me - the sudden flames on my person took me by surprise...and brought out an ugliness within me. I mean no harm to come to your child."

	Asha glanced at Puck, raising an eyebrow. "No, just like you wish no harm to come to the other children you call soldiers," she said simply. "In my country, you would be stoned for that. And it would be called a mercy." Baby Zekarra seemed to have calmed down, just snuggling in Thalia's arms and making the occasional cooing noise. 

	Puck laughed, looking at Asha. "Now I see you, my dear."[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Arya Rincewind[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6sfqj9hf5/25c675be6624370fc2b2d84ebd179ee8.gif[/img][hr][color=#9B30FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace - the Long Walk ----> the Palace Landing[/center][hr]	Arya nodded absentmindedly as Atkin explained he was going to go out to the landing to meet the Queen and her sister. Her mind was hyper focused on Cuyler cupping her hand and there was something so thrilling about it, she half expected to remove the glove from her left hand and see that the scar had vanished entirely. [color=#9B30FF]"Unfortunately, I am not immune to it, no..."[/color] The chill had largely left her body and Rowland glanced over at the pair, chuckling. 

	"Arya, my dear, your surroundings," Rowland nudged her, before he went off after Atkin. He couldn't help but be amused with how hopeless his former Apprentice was when it came to matters of the heart. She had such promise and potential - as well as natural skill - for [b]Magyk[/b]. But romance? She seemed to be lacking in that department. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Right, of course,"[/color] Arya responded, letting go of Cuyler's hand. As she moved to head outside to the landing herself, Cuyler would manage to catch her by the arm for a moment. Her green eyes locked with his for a second before she pulled away, shaking her head slightly. [color=#9B30FF]"I still have my duties to attend to - as the Castle's ExtraOrdinary Wizard,"[/color] she said softly. There were other words that hovered in the silence, ones that she herself didn't even quite understand. For now, they would have to be unsaid. 

	[color=pink]"Fine, but I'm coming with you and I will be with you until you take a bloody break,"[/color] Cuyler said and moved ahead to lead her out into the cold. He had seen his fair share of death due to cold and Ayra was showing all the signs but he knew stubbornness when he saw it. Too bad for her, there was a stubbornness within Cuyler as well.

	Arya smiled slightly. [color=#9B30FF]"What if I care to take a break void of bloodshed?"[/color] She then headed out to the Palace Landing, Cuyler accompanying her. The sun was setting and brilliant hues of red, orange, and pink painted the sky. Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, landing in Arya's dark hair and creating a vivid contrast. As she stood on the docks next to Atkin, she felt Cuyler's chest making contact with her back. Any shiver or tremble that went through her body, he would be able to feel with ease. Perhaps it was the chill or her emotions, but the blush on her cheeks only increased, looking practically crimson. 

	[color=#0099cc]"Aye, bit of a fancy title if I do say so meself,"[/color] Harlianne answered Amarantha, offering no more information than that. Asha the [b]Magykal[/b] wasn't someone that Harlianne looked like she'd be an associate with by any means. Amarantha would instantly feel better having drank some of the potion, with Harlianne taking it back and tucking it away in a pocket. Sure, Amarantha's bonds were far from mended but the process had been accelerated quickly. 

	"Your highness - I am glad to see you and your sister have returned safely," Rowland said, a genuine smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Please, come inside, your highnesses,"[/color] Arya then added. She noted that the Deputy Hunter was there, along with two women she didn't recognize. It bothered her as they were unknown variables, but what was important was that Luna and Valda had both returned to the Palace safely. There was no [b]Magyk[/b] about Luna to suggest that she had been successfully [b]CradleSnatched[/b] either. [color=#9B30FF]"Myrus Marcellus is with Becky, the healer,"[/color] Arya explained, looking at Luna in particular. [color=#9B30FF]"She can tend to both of you and one of your servants should be able to fetch the coin promised to this....person."[/color][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6iy7w3vyp/tenor.gif[/img][hr][h3][b][color=7bcdc8]The Badlands: Port Witch Coven Safe House/Antonije's Observatory[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr][hider=General Scenery][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/jcmwhq2z5/penrhyn_quarry_north_wales.jpg[/img][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/r5dk9re41/welsh-slate-quarry-llanberis-gwynedd-wales-uk-_AMXMM4.jpg[/img][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/7niwtv6wh/Dinorwig_slate.jpg[/img][/hider][hider=Map][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/b74ujqmht/Flyte-castle-map.jpg[/img]
[color=7bcdc8][i]*The Port Witch Coven is where it says Simon's observatory, up in the slate quarries*[/i][/color][/hider][hider=Safe House Appearance][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/tmpbha5sx/Old_Observatory.png[/img][/hider][hider=Port Witch Coven Roster][list][*]Fleur, Witch Mother
[*][i]Constance, Adult Witch[/i]
[*]Bernice, Adult Witch
[*]Three unnamed adult witches
[*][i]Marya Magnisky, Young Witch - missing[/i]
[*][i]Medea Magnisky, Young Witch - missing[/i]
[*]Jezebel, young witch
[*]Nine unnamed young witches between the ages of 4 and 17
[*]Two unnamed young warlocks between the ages of 4 and 17[/list]
[i]italics indicates only the GM can control this NPC[/i][/hider]
	Constance nodded. "Of course - Antonije may be an idiot, but he isn't a fool," she explained. His talents were more with mechanics and machinery, but there was a reason Constance had adopted him practically the day his and the twins' parents died. His talents were incredibly rare and it was a shame that he refused to learn [b]Magyk[/b]. He could have been a powerful and mighty Warlock, an asset to the Port Witch Coven. 

	Eventually, Fleur's peace was interrupted but not by Constance. She was having trouble locating the twins. Instead, [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6aLyV7WQAMg8Uv.jpg:large]Jezebel[/url] entered the room, looking at Fleur. "I had a vision," she told the Witch Mother, taking a seat on a bed next to her. She was clairvoyant, her own special gift. "You're going to want to pay attention to this one."