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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 Tower[/color][/center]
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[color=Gold][i]"The children of [b]real[/b] gods you say? How quaint."[/i][/color] Rhys poked the thought with annoyed interest. He had been hoping to slip into the higher chambers of the Wizard Tower. Arrive early had done him little favors, and walking across that thrice Cursed talking floor would only give him more problems, or such was what he expected. Nothing had been going right and now hosting a unwelcomed guest, to put it mildly, was far from comforting.

Looking about the room, he tapped his fingers along his thigh. Ideally he would want to slip away, perhaps scare some pathetic youngster into submission by consuming his friend. Get into the books and figure out the answer to Elder God's question as well as his own. Though the latter would be harder by far to do. The Ordinary Wizards and Apprentices were the only ones being allowed up the stairs into the depths of the tower. Smiling wickedly the man had the most horrific idea. Finding a shadowy bit to slip into the man cast a Disguise charm to make him appear as the first of the Elder God's victims and slipped up the stairs. [color=Gold][i]"Soon. First we need information."[/i][/color]

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Infirmary -> Manuscriptorium[/center]
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Skaoi had been gazing over her notes, the pile of books she had been reading as well, looking for any mention of 'Burning Fever', any connects of plagues to the Witch Mothers or Dark Wizards, and the 'Sleeping Dead'. While she wasn't sure this had anything to do with the illness the [b]physik[/b] was desperate for information. Anything to help heal her patients, and spare her the wrenching of her heart when she had to pronounce one dead. Rubbing tired pale eyes, Skaoi looked up at hustle and bustle of the Manuscriptorium.

She hated to leave her patients but she needed some place she could quietly read her notes. Some place to think. Which was proving difficult. The staff were on edge and rushing about. Sighing, Skaoi hadsettled for what she could find in the Manuscriptorium. and began again with the notes. This time finding something a bit more fruitful in a child's story about a witch who had to deal with something wrong with magic itself. Her brows furrowed in irritation, Skaoi considered this new information.

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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: Outside Wizard Tower[/color][/center]
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Irritated and annoyed, the small dragon swept his wings to shape the winds. He did not care for the madness of cities for they often bred such within them. What was bothering Jazen 'Grimspound' Dyrki was the fact that men had turned on one another out of ignorance. He had seen such walking the roads before and been a victim of it. Usually he was able to get out of the trouble, but it raked his hide the wrong way when he had seen that mob [i]branding[/i] a young wizard for being what he was. Because they were afraid of a Sickenesse. Irrational thoughts had clouded their minds just as the irrational rage had clouded his. Drifting down he circled the castle and the Wizard's Tower, a place he knew by description alone, looking for a place to land and to dislodge his three passengers.

Spying what appeared the be a dragon sized landing pad at the top  of the largest tower in the area, Grimspound's mood lightened as he drifted towards it. The winds buffeting about him as Jazen backwinged to a elegant landing, hinting this was not the first time he had flown. Shifting he deftly set Ahote on his feet, followed by a dip of his shoulder to side Arnora off, and finally the unconscious Wizard. Noting the sealed window as he shifted back, Jazen frowned adjusting his cuffs. [color=CadetBlue]"This is a louder entrance than I planned on making. Alas, it cannot be helped. Purely genius."[/color] The man muttered in irritation, as he eyed the windows with a glittering intent a hand raising to smooth his dark hair back. 

[center] [h1][b][i][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [/center]
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[color=Olive]Location:The Palace[/color] [/center]
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He wasn't worried, he just wasn't taking his child's safety for granted. Perhaps he was a bit over protective, goodness knew that Ayita his younger sister had felt it enough. Felt and commented in her own way. Seeing Zekarra race off to find Rainbrook most likely made him twitch uncomfortably. She was a young woman, perhaps a bit naive in the ways of the world, and fully able to protect herself. He had no reason to worry! She had her mother's powers, his looks, her own overly friendly and free personality.

[color=Olive]"I am not worried, just..."[/color] Richard coughed slightly as he cleared his throat and bought himself time to think. [color=Olive]"I'm just not assured completely of the safety of the Palace, and I'd rather not get chased out for setting fire to the place. Again."[/color] He wrapped an arm about Thalia, pulling her a bit closer in a side hug. Though there was doubt in his voice as he glanced sideways down at the dragoness. [color=Olive]"Do you regret it my dear? Taking me as your husband? Or is there another reason for your dour mood?"[/color] Taking a step, Richard gently urged Thalia to start walking, lest she get run over by some rushing servant for there were a few and someone was bound to come running this way for something or other.

Then again that might just be his own take with Weddings.