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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Wizard Way - Wizard Tower[/color][/center]
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It was like he remembered it in those old days before he left. It was the optional term her preferred over fled. Though when you kill your mentor in a blind rage in the middle of the 'upstanding' folk, fleeing had seemed a good idea at the time. Now a days, Rhys wondered if he could have twisted that accident to garner him sympathy and perhaps a higher position. It would not have suited him though. To live and work in this area and forever hear about the ExtraOrdinary Wizard Arya and how she was so grand. It was enough to make him want to snarl and blast something apart in disgust.

Though there was a flaw with his plan. The password had been changed into the Wizard Tower from what he knew it to be and there was no one about to bully the answer from. Erin would be preferable. Though just when he did need the useless worm, said worm was no where in sight. Anger boiling inside of him and he wanted to rip the tower from the ground and let it's ruin lay in the streets. Upon examining the foundation he noted that some odd folk were slipping in and out of the tower like cockroaches. A large even was underway, perhaps their precious ExtraOrdinary Wizard about to step down or something. Give him a chance to strangle her death with his own hands. Though as he looked closely his expression soured. A [i]wedding[/i]. Their precious Arya was getting married? All the better time to strike. If he got the cure for himself and his heir? All the better.

Even if he didn't kill Arya he would be able to instill into his heir if the boy lived that hatred. Perhaps the boy would kill the ExtraOrdinary Wizards and leave him with clean hands? It was plausible. Striding back the way he came the man noticed a frantic looking fool come bursting from one of the shops- Botts' Robes for All Occasions to be precise. As the man rushed off to one engagement or other, the rogue noticed a letter fall to the ground. Scooping it up out of morbid curiosity, a wicked smile crossed the man's lips. A wedding between Bruce Banner and Myth the Muse? The doors would be open to the public at five, and the wedding was to take place at sunset. He would be able to slip in easily. Til then... He turned on his heel back to his home to get some better clothes and overlook the plans he had of the Wizard's Tower for the thousandth time.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Luna's Room[/center]
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Skaoi winced when the Queen struck Lyra. It was not overly common to slap a servant in such a fashion, but the Queen was the Queen. What had the girl thought to gain by speaking so out of turn? Had this been the Easter Snow Plains the fate would be harsher for a mere servant. Despite whatever position she had before Lyra had been demoted, she was not doing herself any favors questioning the ruler? They- rulers- did not have friends. They had subjects and that cold wall about them was best to be respected. Best not to draw attention. Though her thoughts were drawn back to her charge, especially when the water in the bowl began to move.

Looking over her should Skaoi gasped in shock as Arya was laying on the ground. Cursing herself for not noticing, the physik gave a small squeal of protest when the water blasted them all. Shivering like a leaf in the middle of windstorm, Skaoi squeezed the water from her clothes and hair in short order and rushed to Arya's side ignoring how indecent she looked. Quickly she worked snapping to the Northman, [color=Lavender]"Quickly! Get her out of these wet clothes and the boy as well! The wet will do them no good! Someone fetch dry and warm bedding."[/color] Setting to work she hurried about the room with the speedy and practiced frantic nature of one trained well in her craft. [color=Lavender]"Merely stress for My Lady... His Highness is supressing his powers and doing no good for himself in that regard."[/color] She muttered softly more to herself than the rest. Trying to use her powers and a mixture of herbs to help the boy with no results.

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[h1][b][i][color=CadetBlue]Grimspound[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/657d7391a50b11712cac5c306f4a350b/tumblr_ooksq5OF9a1tmko9vo1_540.gif[/img][/center]
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[center][color=CadetBlue]Location: Port Witch Coven House Upstairs/Malekith's Bedroom[/color][/center]
[center][color=CadetBlue]Skills: Charisma, Persuasion[/color][/center]
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Grimspound smiled as the ghost of Nera Hawthorn took the book. It was by far not his favorite and a paltry gift but sometimes the token was enough, he mused as the book settled beneath the woman. Arnora and Ahote were both speaking as though the woman was being a sneaky little thing, and of course she wouldn't! Right? Puzzling over it for a second he mentally winced at the way his grandmother would twist his ear for falling for a pretty face. There was something subtly off and he of all people should have caught it! Promising to give himself a verbal lashing later- something that often took the tone of his dear granny- his emerald eyes shone with even more interest.

While he didn't think Minerva was right to use force to get her way, he had no quarrel about playing his hand to the woman's game. So he would play along for now. [color=CadetBlue]"The dear lady has lived in enough tragedy and you now accuse her?"[/color] Though they were well placed and true accusations. [color=CadetBlue]"Misstress Nera, what can you tell me about this Amarantha? I have not heard of such a tyrant while I travelled."[/color] Grimspound questioned carefully, not implying that she was innocent nor that she was not innocent. He didn't like accusing beautiful women on principal, though he did sense something sneaky that he approved of within this Nera. If only she was not a ghost!