[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location: Great Hall -- Wizard Tower[/color] 
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A wedding right now was the furthest thing from Cuyler’s mind at the moment but there he sat, behind his mother and next to two gods of his heritage. Not to mention the other five of that realm. He barely got to talk with his mother before they were seated. She was quiet, too quiet and he remembered her speaking on how those in love, when things ended between them she would be affected as well. He looked down at his hands, feeling a wash of guilt flow over him. 
He didn’t get to brood for long and after hearing his name and pee in the same sentence his head snapped up and looked over at the fairy winged child from earlier. His face flushed and he attempted to sit taller, ignoring that statement. Thor was sitting beside his mother! What a first impression he was making. As his eyes roamed back to the gods around him, he caught Halley standing and going to speak with another god which he recognized as her father. 
Her demeanor told Cuyler that she was nervous and he could see the sparkle on her cheeks from her crying. Cuyler stood and moved around Hecate, the Goddess of [b]Magyk[/b]. He moved across the aisle to stand next to Halley. He simply remembered her from their first meeting and how she saved his friend. Even though his heart had been broken, rightfully so and Arya was completely done with him, there was still kindness and compassion within Cuyler that constantly battled with the rage in his soul. 
[color=pink]”What’s wrong Halley?”[/color] The whole family of Banner’s seemed distressed and when Lance stood before disappearing he knew something was going on. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Great Hall -- Wizards Tower
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As effortless as ever, Amarantha looked over ever single guest in the room before her while she had a small smile on her face. She listened to the royals beside her converse while surveying the room and picking a stray fabric from her clothes. Navi however had other plans and demanded her attention while she spoke of Cuyler. 
[color=#006400]”Yes I remember,”[/color] she assured Navi as she patted her little prodigy on the knee. 
Amarantha was also very aware of the dragon and adder that sat just behind her seat. They were the people responsible for Puck’s death and in a roundabout way, the position she now held so proudly. She wanted to thank these people for ending the miserable man’s life but that would have to wait. 
In front of her, one of the guests, Halley, if she remembered correctly, stood and walked over to another older man. She seemed quite distressed, mumbling about someone named Chthon, whoever that was. But the whole front row seemed to grow distressed. The man, Lance, stood and disappeared after a few parting words. A simple rase of her eyebrow was the only thing that showed Amarantha’s remote interest in the entire situation. She glanced around the room again, meeting a few of her guards eyes and they shifted into a more battle ready stance. Never a dull moment in this blasted place. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: Wizards Tower -- The 20th Floor[/color]
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A sharp chill slid down Ahote’s spine as he looked at the man in front of them. His dark aura was nothing Ahote had ever seen. Death followed this man wherever he went. He shifted uncomfortably from the overwhelming power of it. A woman appeared behind that very man, informing them all that they were not welcome here. Ahote was surprised by his two companions and how straightforward they were with the entire situation. Ahote dug deep within himself, remaining silent. He would be a fool not to admit to his fear but Ahote wasn’t a runner either. The only way out of here would be a fight. Another woman appeared, telling the other woman to flee. She was here for a battle and clearly knew this man of darkness. A god of Chaos she called him. Ahote’s culture had a similar deity. A serpent that would cause the earth to rumble and break open whenever it moved but it was a man standing in front of him and not a serpent. 
The Thunderbird totem he wore seemed to warm against his skin and he took great comfort in that sensation. 
He looked over at Arnora and gave her a strong smile followed by a curt nod. He left his home to help people, to have an adventure and so far this land had proven to be quite the adventure for him. If today was to be his last he would do his father proud and take all that he learned today on the wind and whisper the tales into the ear of every elder and storyteller so that they might pass the stories along and strengthen his people.