[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 - 9:45 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@BlueSky44]: As Valda left the room, she'd hear a soft bell chime in her quarters, indicating that there is an intruder in the Palace. The ghosts that wander the halls however are a quicker alert system and one of them [b]Appears[/b] to Valda, explaining that the situation is currently in the infirmary. The ghost will additionally add that neither of her siblings seem to have gained additional injuries, before the ghost vanishes. "So, did you see your mother?" Emperor Taj asked, the ghost not having [b]Appeared[/b] to him and he didn't know that the bell meant an intruder. As far as where Rowland was, Valda would know that he'd be at Wizard Tower, per the discussion they had had earlier in the meeting. Arya was letting her mentor take on some of her duties, in order to better respond to the threats the Castle was facing. 

[@mnkee][@KazAlkemi]: Asha raised an eyebrow at Lyra. She [i]ordered[/i] her? As much as she did not care for the definition of roles and status, there was a gap between them. Of course, it wasn't a social economic one, but rather, a moralistic view. Brushing aside Lyra's words, Asha turned to face Amarantha squarely. She saw no reason to coddle the woman. She had asked her a question and Asha saw no issue with answering it. "Your commander deserved to be slowly torn, limb by limb, and to have his heart removed and held for him to view while it still beat," Asha answered coolly. "I care not for kidnappers and abusers of children. Lyra, if you think his death was an abhorrent act, then I suggest you consider all of the pain and tragedy he has caused and would continue to seek out. Justice takes many forms and she has many faces."[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Arya Rincewind[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/y6hgax60x/C51_L.gif[/img][hr][color=#9B30FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Wizard Tower - 20th Floor ---> 1st Floor[/center][hr]	Arya looked at her apprentice, curious for a moment as she stepped onto the [b]Magyk[/b] staircase and waited a moment for Atkin, before setting them to double speed. The ExtraOrdinary Wizard had priority on use and a few groans and complaints could be heard as they whizzed down to the first floor, as a pair of Ordinary Wizards found themselves being sent down rather than going up to reach their rooms. She normally didn't do that, but it was an emergency. [color=#9B30FF]"You see [b]Magyk[/b] as green? Curious, I've always seen it as purple...I wonder if perhaps you have a color blindness, as I've never heard of someone seeing [b]Magyk[/b] as green."[/color]

	Fixing her hair slightly, her cheeks had a faint tint to them. No, they weren't going instantly to the Manuscriptorium. As she practically leapt from the bottom step, the floor flashed a greeting up at her. It was enchanted and the texture was like sand, yet it never clung to your foot and it remained where it was, not making a mess: 
[h1][b][center][color=f4e61d]IT[/color] [color=d074f7]IS[/color] [color=08af27]A[/color] [color=00aeef]BEAUTIFUL[/color][color=ec008c] DAY,[/color] 
[color=ed1c24]EXTRAORDINARY[/color] [color=92278f]WIZARD[/color][/center][/b][/h1]
	Arya grimaced. [color=#9B30FF]"You only receive messages like that when the Castle is in grave peril,"[/color] she explained to Atkin. Whatever her mind had been on before, it was gone now and she was focused on the task at hand. She had anticipated that Queen Valda's rule would hardly been easy, yet she had been ruler for less than twenty four hours and already, massive riots had hit the streets...Though she supposed it was to be expected from a witch. 

	Yet what was to be expected from Asha the [b]Magykal[/b] and Emperor Taj? The possibility that Asha had collected one of those stones, using it to enhance her power...It made sense, yet initially, Arya had assumed it was similar to her own amulet. ExtraOrdinary Wizards traditionally placed a portion of their [b]Magyk[/b] within it before their death, allowing each subsequent successor to become more and more powerful. By tradition, the current one would place all of their [b]Magyk[/b] inside it, meaning that Arya would be powerless without it. 

	Arya took a breath, opening the door and allowing Cuyler and Sylvi to come inside. She was relieved that Cuyler was alright - she had been incredibly worried about him - and she had the slightest hint of pink to her cheeks as she looked at him. [color=#9B30FF]"I...I am glad to see that you are well,"[/color] she said, trying to retain a sense of professionalism. [color=#9B30FF]"I did not know you also knew Sylvi."[/color] She glanced at Atkin. [color=#9B30FF]"Atkin, this is Sylvi - she's a bard, someone who ties [b]Magyk[/b] and music together."[/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]	Rhys' luck has turned to the better when it comes to [b]Magyk[/b], it seems. His spell managed to stabilize Tom for the moment, but he isn't out of the woods yet and remains in critical condition. Rhys will be able to estimate that his [b]Magyk[/b] on Tom will cease to take effect in a little over half an hour. His disguise [b]Charm[/b] works excellently, causing him to have fair hair the color of straw and rich, dark black eyes. Becky noticed him appear in the room, yet as she looked over at him and saw his dark eyes, she paled, hoping it was just a trick of the light. 

	Myrus' condition was steadily improving. His eyes were following Skaoi as she worked, but she wouldn't be able to find anything physically wrong with him - beyond the symptoms, of course. Yet as Rhys appeared in the room, Myrus sprung upright, staring at the [b]Darke[/b] Wizard that came to the room. Myrus' poor heart sped up and he gripped the pillow to his side defensively, convinced that this was yet another person come to hurt his sisters. Combined with the impact of Nera's meddling with his mind, and, well...

	The pillow turned a slight off shade of pink, shimmering with energy as Myrus charged it. He wanted it to be a soft explosion, enough to scare Rhys off and make sure he didn't mess with Luna or Valda, but the amount of energy surrounding the pillow was HUGE. Becky gulped. "Prince Myrus, calm down..." she urged him, but she had noticed that once something became charged, there was no way to reverse the process. And once he let go, it'd blow. 

	[color=#FF0000]"LEAVE MY SISTERS ALONE, YOU BUTTFACE!"[/color] Myrus shouted at Rhys, lobbing the pillow at him with military precision. Had Amarantha been there, she likely would have been a bit impressed. It hit Rhys in the stomach and exploded, the force sending Rhys flying backwards into one of the medical beds. He hit his head against the frame and for a moment, Rhys' vision would be doubled. He himself would need a healer now, as his head was bleeding. 

	[color=#FF0000]"...I'm so sorry, are you okay?"[/color] Myrus then stammered, calming down a bit. He was worried that he might have killed Rhys or something. 

	Becky blinked for a moment, staring at Rhys. She wasn't certain if they should give him medical attention or not, but she discretely pulled a chord on the wall, signaling that there was an intruder in the Palace. "So, erm....Mr. Buttface, what business to you have here?" Becky asked, not certain what to call Rhys other than Myrus' attempt at swearing. She was a bit of an eccentric anyways.