[hr][hr][center][img]https://s2.postimg.cc/9u4ekd45l/darke.png[/img][hr][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/3nttfp4r5/tumblr_ooy7enl_MLb1r5m4z3o1_r1_540.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][@LadyRunic][@Dragoknighte][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=10A133][b]Present Day - The Castle: December 22nd, 12,507 - 9:15 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@BlueSky44]: Emperor Taj shook his head. "No...The Port Authority is going to seal off the building and monitor it, just in case one of the Port Witches attempts to return," he explained. Even though no one was left alive, there were still ghosts in the building from the battle. If they were lucky, they could travel there and see if one would [b]Appear[/b] to them, that way they could question it. The more they knew about the events that had transpired, the better. 

"The device was gone...I believe that we might be able to track it, but...Its nature is volatile - it will be some time to get a more specific location than a country," Taj added. He and Asha had been lucky the first time - they detected the device's presence in the Small Wet Country Across the Sea and with reports of Queen Meliscente's death, they had been almost certain it was there. "But Queen Valda...I think it is time we found your mother's ghost. Perhaps she knows who killed her." He doubted Queen Meliscente would appear. Castle Queens were notorious for being incredibly fickle about when they would [b]Appear[/b] - even if it was to solve their own murder. 

[@BlueSky44]: As Sylvi walks to Wizard Tower, the snow will practically form a layer on her head, though she would be used to the cold from where she grew up. Many residents of the Ramblings are either returning home after sheltering at the houses of extended family or leaving, checking on loved ones to ensure that they had survived the riots. Outside of the Ramblings is a depressing amount of new ghosts - Young Army members, some of which who do not even understand yet that they are dead. 

As she approaches Wizard Tower, it's still on lockdown and largely sealed up. Yet as a [b]Magyk[/b] user, she can request admittance - and see if the ExtraOrdinary Wizard grants it. One thing will stick out to her - one of the windows on the second floor appears considerably newer than the others, as if time had ceased to flow for it. The others seem ancient - yet this one is brand new. 

[@FantasyChic]: (See Bruce's CS for a description of items in the home). The stillness of the home was broken, as not too shortly after Myth woke up, so did Medea. Medea shook her sister awake, Marya rolling over sleepily until Medea shoved her to the floor, waking her up. [color=A6C1C3]"So, did he tell you the full story? Or did he not mention anything more about his family?"[/color] Medea asked Myth as soon as she had found her, wearing plain clothes for sleepwear. Marya was right behind her, the twins' silver hair sticking up at angles as they hadn't brushed it yet. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Did he actually sleep with you?"[/color] Marya then asked, smirking a bit. [color=7ea7d8]"I thought he was married to books..."[/color] Once more, Myth would note that their accent was from the Eastern SnowPlains - a country famous for their tension with the Land of Long Nights. 

[@mnkee][@KazAlkemi]: Asha's face fell slightly, as Amarantha asked to trouble her for a moment, yet it was understandable. The Castle was going through a period of turmoil and transition - their leadership would need all of the help they could attain. Yet it did not change the fact that she both pitied and disliked the deputy hunter. She was a victim and also complicit in the system that stole children from their families. "Of course," Asha said, giving Amarantha a smile. 

"What seems to be the matter?" she asked. She imagined it had to do something with the decimation of the Young Army. Asha could only hope that Amarantha would dissolve it - perhaps take a command position amongst the Palace Guard - or raise a real army for the Castle. 

[@LadyRunic]: Boy 784 looked at Rhys quietly, mulling over all of his words. He was skinny and the clothes he wore were two sizes too big for him, with his shoes tragically two sizes too small. He was only thirteen years old and at the mention of a name, he nodded slightly. He didn't know his true name - hardly anyone in the Young Army ever did - but not even his friends had called him 784. They had all died in Do-or-Die exercises over the course of the last year, causing him to have nothing left for him in the Young Army, convincing him to escape. 

"...My friends called me Badger..." he explained. He wanted to take off his shoes but he was afraid that Rhys would scold him, no matter how much his feet ached. Even with his dark russet skin, the scars from years of Do-or-Die exercises were plainly visible on him. His eyes were two different colors - one blue, one green. 

[@KazAlkemi]: As Cuyler walks from the Traders' Dock to the Winking Duck Tavern, the snow falls heavily. Most of the violence from the previous evening is covered by the snowfall, the wind threatening the formation of a proper snowstorm. Yet even amidst all of this darkness and tragedy, small children of the Castle play in the streets - streets that the night before had been witness to horrific acts. There is always a sense of balance. Luckily, the walk is a quick one. Inside the Ramblings, there's a single [url=https://s22.postimg.cc/h0xyqdur5/tumblr_likr873_X8c1qf4ubn.gif]woman[/url] standing at the ruins of the tavern. 

[color=ed145b]"I didn't do this, Cuyler,"[/color] she said plainly. Kneeling down amongst the ashes, red energy swirled around her hand - [b]Chaos Magyk[/b] - and the ashes began to dance in a figure eight. She shook her head and the shape changed, becoming a lowercase omega. [color=ed145b]"And I did not kill your family,"[/color] she added, the energy fading from her hand. Something began to move amongst the ashes and there was a cough, as somehow, impossibly.....[i]Halvor was alive![/i] An instant later and the woman was gone, leaving Cuyler and a supposed dead man alone in the ruined tavern.[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] Wizard Tower - 20th Floor --> 21st Floor[/center][hr]	"Go check on your apprentice, Arya," Rowland beckoned her, smiling a bit sadly. "Perhaps afterwards, we can see about assembling the Moot...It is difficult to find a problem that a room full of wizards cannot solve," he advised. The Moot had been started ages ago, in response to a stolen Wyrm egg - Wyrms were a nearly limitless source of Lapis Lazuli, a key element for [b]Magyk[/b] and naturally abundant at the Castle as it turned out. 	

	[color=#9B30FF]"I've never seen a Moot accomplish anything in less than a month - and that was to determine whose turn it was to bring tea,"[/color] Arya pointed out, but she rose from her seat and ascended the stairs to the 21st floor. Atkin's room once had been her own, many years ago, and while she normally would have knocked, she found the door ajar and her apprentice surrounded by cats. She couldn't help but giggle slightly, feeling a bit more of the tension dissipate from her shoulders. [color=#9B30FF]"Somehow, I doubt you tried to,"[/color] Arya mused. While normally she would have undid the [b]Magyk[/b] for Atkin, it was a rather amusing result. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Rowland is suggesting we hold a Moot...It's a gathering of the best wizards in the tower, in order to discuss the current situation and frame a solution...Yet I have another idea, if you would care to accompany me to the Manuscriptorium. I will not force you as...well, if I am correct in my thinking, I may need to perform a [b]MindRead[/b] on Emperor Taj. It may very well be dangerous."[/color]

	[color=#9B30FF]"The cats cannot come if you do choose to accompany me, unfortunately."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#FF0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/sd9k0dd81/tumblr_inline_n6x68mb_IB01qa43er.gif[/img][hr][color=#FF0000][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Palace - Infirmary [/center][hr]	Myrus still remained unconscious, yet there were no further explosions. Becky looked at him, fretting over him as she administered yet another potion designed with [b]Physik[/b] to heal him. At this rate, she was rapidly depleting her stores and would need to send someone to the Forest to speak with Russel, a physician she trusted more than others. At least Princess Luna seemed to be stable - and if Becky were to be honest with herself, Luna's life was more of a priority than Myrus'. She was next in line for the throne - the throne that Myrus could never inherit unless appointed as regent.  

	[color=#FF0000]"Don't trust her..."[/color] Myrus mumbled, tossing and turning. Becky put a cool compress on his head. 

	"Myrus Marcellus, calm down!" she insisted. She didn't wish to raise her voice towards a patient but she had no idea what was wrong with him. Queen Meliscente had been a rather private person and Becky hadn't worked for the previous ruler. She didn't know what sort of trouble to anticipate in the family history. "Princess Luna...Do you by any chance know your family history?" Becky then asked. 	

	[color=#FF0000]"...Golds..."[/color][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/wz5o8jqzl/American-horror-story-ahs-coven-l2_QEj2_NCs_Hg_P9_DSjm.gif[/img][hr][h3][b][color=10A133]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=10A133][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]
	[color=cc33ff]"...[i]Here's Brucey?![/i]"[/color] Antonije mocked, staring at Bruce incredulously. [color=cc33ff]"And here I thought you couldn't get any lamer,"[/color] Antonije muttered underneath his breath. He was about to tell Bruce where Fleur was, having seen his abilities before and not wanting to push the demigod too much, but he located her relatively quickly all on his own. Jezebel panicked seeing the man in person, running towards the back room and it seemed only Constance and Bernice were brave enough to stand with the Witch Mother. 

	"Antonije, shut him down," Constance instructed. As much as she regretted that Antonije wasn't a warlock, he had been born with a gift. It was different than that of his sisters - a shame that she couldn't have collected the set - but he was still no less valuable. She wished that Antonije would adore her and the Cover - but she would settle for bitter resentment and mild obligation. 

	[color=cc33ff]"...Fine,"[/color] Antonije said reluctantly. He stared at Bruce and Bruce would feel a mild probing effect, but it was clear that Antonije wasn't really trying and Bruce would be able to resist easily. 

	"Antonije, now!" Constance snapped. She knew who Bruce was and didn't want him to stick around for tea. They couldn't afford another tragedy.