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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 Heading to Floor 21[/color][/center]
[center][color=Gold]Skills:[/color] Advance Magyk, Charms and Spells, Basic Principles of Darke Magyk[/center]
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Rhys looked up at the three who came towards him, resisting the urge to lash about at them. There was no reason to and while he was certain he could take them, Rhys did not want unnecessary attention that might happen further down the line. The least powerful of the three was something he couldn't quite name, while the other two were demigods. Perhaps he should make sure they never reached the wedding. An inference drawn from the clothes the demigod wore. The woman appear rugged next to the dark haired man. If it hadn't been for the newly found knowledge he would have mistake the man for a Wizard. But his attention was pulled away by a all too familiar and hated figure.

[color=Gold]"Arya Rincewind."[/color] The man possessed by Chthon breathed with a deadly hiss, not bothering to dismiss his disguise as there was no reason for it. A truely dark chuckle echoing from his lips as the woman tried to [b]Bar[/b] him from the Tower. As if he had any intention of coming back. [color=Gold]"My dear, foolish ExtraOrdinary Wizard. Do you think I mean to leave? It's a sad thing I came upon you first. I had hoped to find that mentor of yours. I thought perhaps you might like to receive bits of him in messages every so often as tokens of my affectionate hatred for you. A true shame about your apprentice."[/color] He noted with amusement, that quickly turned to ire as another woman appeared. This one wielding a staff that she turned into dagger like dangers.

[color=Gold][i]"One of the Asguardians?[/i]"[/color] Rhys noted with ire to the parasite within him. [color=Gold]"I'd not do that, woman. My quarrel is only with the ExtraOrdinary Wizard. For the moment."[/color] 'Ernie' amended. [color=Gold]"She took something of mine and I want it back. Then you can go ahead and stab me to your heart's desire."[/color] He gestured with a wave of dismissal though it was faux. This woman was dangerous. [color=Gold][i]"I believe we are at a impasse. Would you mind taking control to deal with this... Asgardian... if she gets in the way? Arya Rincewind I desire for myself."[/i] [/color] He moved to throw a hand down to tap the floor whispering a spell, ice spreading about him to coat the stairs with treacherous terrain. [color=Gold]"Rednuht Hsalf"[/color] The Wizard snapped before forming a ball of Darke energy that blasted at the Extra Ordinary Wizard.

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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: Wizard Tower - 20 florr[/color][/center]
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Grimspound was peeved, irritated. A mob, a wounded Wizard, and he was going to be late to the wedding if he didn't miss it completely! Stalking out the door and down the stairs into a bigger mess seemed to be the universe's joke on him. One he did not find particularly funny. His emerald eyes narrowed at the man below them, a man whose power outstripped that of his father. This was danger, and Grimspound wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of this day. [color=CadetBlue]"My, my... Aren't we having a busy day today?"[/color] The outted demigod noted with some amusement, as Arya appeared up the stairs and [b]Barred[/b] them from the tower. [color=CadetBlue]"Lass..."[/color] The Dyrki man started to warn the woman before yet [i]another[/i] person appeared. Thought it was not the woman but the staff she wielded that made the man's brows raise. A staff of Asgard and supposedly made by the Phoenix. [color=CadetBlue]"And such a fancy weapon... I did not think to see Grandr this day."[/color] He noted as he continued adjusting his stance. This was going to be a serious fight by how things were stacking up, and he had been trying to avoid such.

Though the words of the unknown wielder of Grandr made Jazen 'Grimspound' Dyrki's face go pale. A old tale he had heard during his travels. A race of Elder Gods that turned into demons. Of which Chthon spent his time studying the mystical forces and becoming the first Black Magician before he was turned. Only Gaea was spared. It was she who went to the Demiurge and asked it for a means to vanquish the demons. Entering the depths of the Earth, Gaea gave birth to Atum the first of a new race of Gods. Atum, who with his horrid appearance became Demogorge. God-Eater. Chthon managed to escape into another dimension in which he was imprisoned. Before he had left however Chthon inscribed all his arcane knowledge into scrolls made from indestructible material. Leaving himself a clever link between his new home and Earth should he ever return.

Stretching out a arm to bar Ahote from going further he stated coldly the man. [color=CadetBlue]"Find another way down, friend. This foe is beyond you."[/color] The demigod stalked forward rolling up the sleeves of his lovely shirt. [color=CadetBlue]"Then again he's most likely beyond myself, but grandmother will be so entirely disappoint to learned a Dyrki ran."[/color] The man noted, as the stairs became coated with ice and the possessed Wizard blasted the elegant woman. Reaching for her, Grimspound tried to yank her aside only to fail too late as the Darke Magyk struck her. [color=CadetBlue]"Elder God Chthon, is it? Well then."[/color] Grimspound let loose his power. Walking forward, Grimspound tore the ice free of the ground, namely about the wielder of Grindr. But it was not Grimspound at all. The man in truth had stepped back letting a illusion of himself take his place as he concealed himself and his presence. Slipping to the side a bit lest he be in the direct line of fire. [color=CadetBlue]"Shall we, Lady wielder of Grandr?"[/color] The illusion winked in his charming way at Runa. The Darke Wizard snarling as he turned to confront the illusion and not the real man.

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color][color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Manuscriptorium[/center]
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Skaoi gave a sigh as the boy lead her towards the Darke section. That they had one was worrying to the woman. What if a Darke Wizard got in and decided to steal it all away? What could the possibility be if such tomes were at the disposal of one with questionable morals? Something that seemed to be proving true, as Emma explained about a break in. Nodding passively, Skaoi offered little in the way of comments, still feeling the oppressive nature of the building and long halls of scrolls and tomes. Rows of knowledge for good or ill sitting on shelves and so vulnerable.

[color=Lavender]"Yes, please. Though where was this break in?"[/color] She wondered aloud. Sincerely hoping it wasn't near the Darke section. [color=Lavender]"If you could tell me? My apologies for my rudeness."[/color] The woman stuttered out realizing the potential rudeness of the words. Though as she was thinking it, this would make a lovely place to avoid the Young Army woman and her various questions.

[center] [h1][b][i][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [/center]
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[color=Olive]Location:The Wedding[/color] [/center]
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Richard studied the various people, and gods, with a keen interest. Though he felt his eye twitch at the shrieking girl in the front and it took all his will not to flee to the other side of the pews. All his will, and Thalia's presence, to keep from strangling the girl. [color=Olive]"My dear, perhaps we ought to move elsewhere."[/color] The Adder noted in a detached tone as she studied the little girl as though she was perhaps something edible. Though he wouldn't eat her, she'd give him digestion.

Sorely tempted to run a hand through his hair in exasperation at the trouble that plagued this time, he cast a look over at Rainbrook. He was not the biggest fan of the boy, though out of all of Zekarra's potential suitors... Richard supposed the boy was by far the best choice. A kindly lad who had her best interest in heart. So it was up to him to make sure Cuyler and Arya didn't screw up their future. For Zekarra's sake. Always for the child's sake. Gripping Thalia's hand, the man leaned his head to the side and whispered to the dragoness. [color=Olive]"If you do not regret me, my draca, would you perhaps be interested in another egg? Our nest will empty soon enough."[/color]