[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 - 10:00 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@FantasyChic]: [color=A6C1C3]"Running around, annoying our Tata... Sometimes we race off to go visit our brother..."[/color] Medea said with a bit of a shrug. There wasn't really much else they did, unless you counted being apart of the Port Witches, and she wasn't going to tell Myth that right off the bat. [color=A6C1C3]"Sometimes we like to pull pranks on other people too for fun."[/color]

[@mnkee][@KazAlkemi]: Asha had to resist the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose at Lyra's words. While softness and innocence could be admired in many contexts, it had no place when it came to matters of survival and country. Yes, Lyra was more than a mere lady in waiting - but was she truly a knight? Asha had to wonder. "Of course," Asha told Amarantha, nodding slightly. "As for my whereabouts...The Ancient Ways keep our countries closer connected than you would expect. Yet once my brother and I finish our business here, we will return to Die Baie Ringstad."

[@LadyRunic]: Badger stared at Rhys, blinking for a moment. It wasn't due to shock of the injury - he had seen far worse in his time in the Young Army - but just another bit of wonder as Rhys appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He was warming up slightly to the idea of learning [b]Magyk[/b] - or whatever it was exactly that Rhys wanted to teach him. "Some..." Badger said quietly, looking around Rhys' place before he found a rag and a bottle of ether. Dipping the rag in the bottle, he then more of less smashed the rag against Rhys' wound to clean it. 

"Do you have a sewing kit...? I can use mine," Badger then said quickly. He pulled out his needle, not bothering to clean it with the rag or use a flame to sanitize it, and he stitched up Rhys' wound. He managed, but some miracle, to stop the bleeding. "There...Is the girl-boy coming back?" he asked, referring to Tom. [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 - 1st Floor[/center][hr]	Arya watched as her message faded away, catching a glimpse of the messages the others received. Atkin's was more or less to be expected - yet Cuyler's and Sylvi's took her by surprise. She felt a tinge of jealousy, initially assuming that Cuyler's message indicated Sylvi yet her eyes met his and she realized the floor meant [i]her[/i]. Arya's cheeks turned crimson. It wasn't the time for romance - she hardly ever considered it to be the time for such things, due to her busy lifestyle. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Sylvi,"[/color] Arya said, clearing her throat. [color=#9B30FF]"I will ask you about that later,"[/color] she stated simply. She knew Sylvi as a bard and hearing that she was a Crown Princess...Well, Arya had a pretty good idea of who she really was now, but it didn't matter. She would always think of her as Sylvi first, lost princess of the Land of Long Nights second. And her mind was more than considerably distracted by the notion that the floor wanted Cuyler to kiss her. She wouldn't have protested too much if he did. 

	Nodding in agreement with Atkin, Arya couldn't help but wonder exactly [i]how[/i] Cuyler knew that someone had trespassed recently. [color=#9B30FF]"Yes, but...I must ask how you came to that conclusion?"[/color] she inquired, before motioning for them to follow her as she headed off to a side chamber. She pressed her hand against the wall next to it and there was a slight purple shimmer, before the doors swung open and she headed inside. There was what looked to be a giant pot, filled with stones. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Someone replenished these - [b]Questing[/b] stones,"[/color] she explained softly. [color=#9B30FF]"It is nothing less than a threat to the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice - present and future..."[/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]	Becky assisted Skaoi as much as she could, but it was clear that Skaoi's skills were vastly superior to Becky's. To the untrained eye, there was approximately a threefold difference between the two of them - yet it mattered very little, as Tom was stabilized and began to rest comfortably. There was a pale sheen on his forehead but with time and rest, his health would ameliorate. 

	[color=#FF0000]"...I didn't mean t'blow them up..."[/color] Myrus mumbled, hiding a bit beneath the covers. He felt a bit bad, having blown up the pillows that some servant in the Palace must have carefully cleaned and placed on the bed. He felt bad whenever they'd change his sheets, having pestered one of them to teach him how to do his own linens that way they didn't have to. It wasn't like being born royal made him better than anyone else. Or gave him a right to be lazy and let others do the work for him. 

	"Well, at least the rat bastard - I mean, [i]kind gentleman[/i] - has left," Becky commented, correcting her language since Myrus and Luna were there. Skaoi was old enough to hear that sort of talk, she figured, despite her youthful looks. "And Princess Luna, enough of that talk!" Becky scolded. She wasn't meek around royals like Skaoi seemed to be. 

	[color=#FF0000]"N-no, s'okay..."[/color] Myrus mumbled. He then looked at Luna, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. It seemed to be physically painful and difficult for him to sort through to those memories. [color=#FF0000]"I-I-I d-don't remember...,"[/color] he admitted, taking a breath. [color=#FF0000]"But Golds...Golds' name is Esren C-C-Carlan..."[/color]

	"Esren Carlan?" Emperor Taj asked, coming into the room with Queen Valda. "Is Esren Carlan the one who trespassed into your mind?" he asked. He didn't see any sign of an intruder, assuming it was a false alarm, but you could never be too careful in a country filled with [b]Magyk[/b]. 

	[color=#FF0000]"Y-yes...But she...she calls herself something different...Golds...Nera Hawthorn...Sh-sh-she's g-going to kill you, Valda!"[/color] Myrus stammered. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff]Antonije Magnisky[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://oi63.tinypic.com/a4v1v5.jpg[/img][hr][color=#cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Badlands: Port Witch Coven Safe House/Antonije's Observatory[/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 Langdon, 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]
	After the dust clears, the Coven finds itself on an empty plot of land. There's an indent in the ground where the observatory had stood for years. Constance takes a breath for a moment, before she gives Fleur a hug. "Sweet child, don't think you have to do this alone..." she reassured her. Yet a moment later, there was a green flash as Fleur tried out the timestone. Everything seemed to move in reverse, as those in the immediate area went backwards as the observatory reappeared. 

	[color=cc33ff]"...Here's Brucey?!"[/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 then blinked a bit. [color=cc33ff]"What the..."[/color] he muttered, looking over at Fleur who had an infinity stone in her hand. His eyes widened a bit with fear. [color=cc33ff]"How the hell did you get one of those things?!"[/color] he exclaimed, backing away slightly. 

	He then glanced at Bruce. He felt like the two of them were pretty evenly matched. And he didn't want to be around for the grudge match. [color=cc33ff]"Look, Bruce man...Just give her a magic knife or something in exchange for my sisters..."[/color] he suggested, freaking out. He did [i]NOT[/i] want to be in the middle of this. Not at all. 

	Constance smirked a bit. "And our dear Witch Mother has more talents than you'd think, boy," she added to Bruce, grabbing Antonije by the ear and dragging him back over. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Or Fleur...They're my sisters so...I'll give you ownership of the Observatory for them,"[/color] he added. [color=cc33ff]"I-I can even toss in my machines..."[/color]