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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: Port[/color][/center]
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A wedding was in the works, and one he was planning to crash though not immediately. Rhys chuckled as he studied the clothes he had acquired. The clothing he had been wearing had been tossed aside and burned with a bit of magyck. In their place he had donned the clothing of one of the Elder God's victims, meals so to speak. A man who could for his build and measurements be his twin, a shame he had to kill the man. He could have pinned all the nefarious deeds on the man. But you couldn't have everything in life, it was supposed to be bad for you. Which was ridiculous.

Staring up at the castle, he wandered with the crowd listening the gossip as he acted like the many who were going to take a look within the Wizard's Tower and this wedding that had a good potion of the castle stirred up. [color=Gold][i]"I assume you will be able to negate most anyone who may cause trouble?"[/i][/color] Rhys noted absently, and mentally, to his unwanted passenger. [color=Gold][i]"This wedding should fill you up for a time and gain us both the knowledge we seek."[/i][/color] While he had been planning to go straight to the Witch Mother of the Port Coven, that plan had been put on hold. There was no time and he needed to get into that damn tower. In was the hard part, getting out would be easy enough with all the confuse he could create.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Infirmary[/center]
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Skaoi sighed in forlorn annoyance as she sat quietly in the infirmary. Her slim fingers turning pages in the volume where she had found mention of the Sickenesse or something much like it. Still searching for something more, something that might spare others from the horrors this disease caused. As a physik, and someone who valued life, Skaoi abhorred death. She knew there were two types, the preventable and those whose passing was time. The latter was easy to accept and she had even heard from the whisper of other of her craft that there were those patients for whom this soft passing was a blessing. She hadn't known what to say to that when she first heard it, but now she thought she might understand it a bit better.

Though this noise and issue with the wedding was gnawing at her nerves. Terrified that she might be suspected as an assassin, found out as a disgraced noble, possibly imprisoned for both! Worse, if she was imprisoned who would come to her aid? A small Princeling? Oh, she would never doubt that Myrus would be her champion, the sweet boy, but his word against all the 'evidence' would be a small thing. No, her family would not care, disgrace and in exile as she was. Which meant she would need to find a good place to disappear while still being able to tend to her patients til this was all over and the true threat found. A impossible feat. On top of it all there were all manner of strange folk roaming the halls and heavens for-fend if one of them walked into her infirmary! The lovely 'All-Mother' had her enternal gratitude, and Skaoi would do practically anything for the woman.

Which brought her to another thought that strayed through her fretting mind. His Highness had called her mother. Her pale cheeks bloomed crimson at the thought. Standing swiftly she moved about the room, checking on those whose lives where resting in her hands. Of course she was embarrassed about the lapse, but a soft thought of pleasure at being so close to another was nestled against her heart. The physik cared for the young Prince a great deal and had the All-Mother asked for her life in exchange for the Prince's she would have given it. She was a noble and noble's loyalty was to the royals of the land. Technically she should still be bowing to the Easter Snow Plains, but they were far away and she wanted to put those old memories behind her.

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[h1][b][i][color=CadetBlue]Grimspound[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/78JR.gif[/img][/center]
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[center][color=CadetBlue]Location: The Port => Snake Slipway[/color][/center]
[center][color=CadetBlue]Skills: Asgardian Magic, Blend, Sneaking, Intuition and Perception[/color][/center]
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Jazen 'Grimspound' Dryki rubbed his freshly shaven jaw still unused to the smoothness. It was unwise to wield a razor at sea and while he could have done it magically he preferred to save that aspect of his nature for surprises. Made life more interesting, as his mother said once. [i]"The hidden strike is always the most effective and swiftest. The shaved knuckle is always the most daunting element. Thus is why we of the Dryki keep to ourselves."[/i] His grandmother was the Matriarch of the family and his mother set to take over after her. A fact he tried to forget most days. Neither had explained exactly what the family was waiting for. But they were tireless in that fact and the rest of the aunts, uncles, and cousins were happy enough to live as they always had. The odd 'duck' every so often leaving for grander things.

Dressed now in a loose white dress-shirt with a dark green vest over it. The embroidery of the vest was done by the hand of his cousin Sandry, the minute detail of predators moving about the seams to those who looked carefully. The amber thread matched the dark gold buttons. Bits of wealth like the amber cuff-links that he had purchased rather than haul a trunk full of coins with him. Then again, it was always wise to have a spare high end outfit when travelling for just this reason. Boots that hugged his caff and pants that would make, and had made, many a woman swoon hugged his legs. He had spent a fair bit over an hour getting ready for the damned wedding and to perhaps seek out the ExtraOrdinary Wizard that seemed to run the Wizard's Tower. Not for anything [i]formal[/i], just for a good solid discussion of magick. Looking good would keep the guards from looking twice at him, as they most likely would have if he looked as though he'd been aboard a ship for weeks.

Of course, Ahote running off towards a mob and Arnora following the madden man had irked Grimspound a fair deal. He had learned on his travels that you didn't run towards mobs, and the best thing to do was to avoid them. Something that was further enforced as he saw the young wizard branded with a 'M'. The crime was spreading the Sickenesse and Grimspound felt that cold fury stir in his heart at the ignorance. If the boy had spread it, then they should find a way to cure him! Not this! [color=CadetBlue]"I will be heading to the wedding myself, though I do hope the Wizards will allow me access to their libraries."[/color] He was doubtful about it, but he just needed to get his foot in the door at least. Turning a cold gaze back to the crowed, the man snarled softly. Dangerously. [color=CadetBlue]"I tire of these savages. Ahote, could you get that young man out of there perhaps? Or cause a distraction? I'll get him away from here. He'd be better off..."[/color] Surrounded by others like him. Other Wizards who could defend themselves from this madness. Twitching his hand slightly, the man observed the crowd looking for any route to the branded wizard. Bending the light, a bit of unseeing... He could slip among them and grab the lad.

Moving before the man could respond, Grimspound moved towards the mob. Of course the minute he decided to do something his blast magic gave a wink and turned the coin of luck. Cursing to himself in several tongues and calling himself a fool several times over for this, he moved through the mob towards the branded wizard. The least he could do was try to get the boy out of there. Gripping the lad's shoulder, Grimspound suppressed the urge to blast the damnable mob into the river and coat ice over the water. His emerald eyes snapping with the fury that was clawing him up inside, Jazen gripped his temper and shortened the leash. It would not do to have an outcry and do damage to the mob, he reasoned. They would only have more reason to turn upon those who wielded magyck. They could try, whispered that cold rage within him. They would try at this rate either way, and he could end it here. Show them a power they could not match. And have his magick duck his summons again? His rational thoughts argued. No, the risk was too great and he would not be a fool.

He was already being foolish enough.