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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color] & [color=CadetBlue]Grimspound[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][img]https://i.gifer.com/78JR.gif[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Wizard Tower 20 Floor Rhys: 4B, Grims: 3B[/color][/center]
[center][color=Gold]Skills:[/color] [/center]
[center][color=CadetBlue]Skills: Asgardian Magyk, Sneaking, Blend, Slight of Hand[/color][/center]
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[color=CadetBlue]"Then they are fools to forget your beauty and skill. Goodness know my mother has called me such plenty of times."[/color] Grimspound noted with a glint of amusement in the illusion's eyes. The voice coming from the illusion also. The real and concealed Jazen moved around to the left, boxing the Elder God between his illusion, himself, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, the green giant, and Runa. [color=CadetBlue]"Daughter of Baldur, I am a fool but only at face value and it is a pretty face."[/color] The illusion stroked his hair in mockery of himself and the Elder God. Baiting the bastard and risking it for the sake of all.

Rhys whirled from opponent to opponent as they appeared his eyes narrowing to slits as he studied the ExtraOrdinary Wizard with a sneer. The bitch had cast a spell of silence upon him, now he had a barbarian woman and a hulking green brute on one side and boy who stood guard at the Wizard's front door so to speak. The bastard was even mocking him by his careless behavior. Opening his mouth, the man resorted to a rude gesture at his hated rival and- That thought was cut short as a tug form his side had the man turning to see one of his knives sliding from the sheath. Whirling the possessed man drew another of his daggers, slamming the knife into the stomach of a man who appeared out of the air. A man who was by far taller than he.

Jazen swore and staggered back, his hand clutching the dagger embedded in his stomach. It had been a stupidly careless thing to do! His family was going to gut him and hang his entrails on his Aunt Askra's ship while the rest of him would be part of some crypt. Cursing himself the man pulled his hand away as the red blood coated it. [color=CadetBlue]"Oh, you bastard."[/color] The Dyrki growled deeply, his emerald eyes flashing as he pulled the dagger free. He would not fall, he would stand and bow to none save the leader of his clan. He would fucking stand, though as he looked down at the red liquid he considered sitting. It wouldn't be too bad an idea. [color=CadetBlue]"Arnora... Medic?"[/color] Yes, Arnora freezing the wound would work.

Rhys sneered at the giant, though he himself knew this fight was far from fair. Taking out one it seemed still left him with a goddess, her mutt husband and two unknown brats. Turning he bolted towards his rival. [i][color=Gold]"I will kill them all and get your Mistress of Chaos. But we are outnumbered and I need my voice back."[/color][/i] The man informed his unwelcomed patron, firm in his set. [color=Gold][i]"We will stand a better chance in a more limited space. Without that hulking brute."[/i][/color] As his hand latched onto Arya, a powerful force shoved him away. His face was a mask of wild rage and his eyes were glittering with sheer malice at the ExtraOrdinary Wizard. Jabbing a pointed finger in her direction then in his, he mouthed out the words. "It was mine."

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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's eyebrows quirked upwards slightly. [color=Lavender]"A girl?"[/color] Her search for the Sickenesse momentarily paused. [color=Lavender]"You say the master of this place has kept this girl to himself and not informed the Queen nor the ExtraOrdinary Wizard?"[/color] Her voice was quiet and polite, but there was a slight edge of shock to it. For why would one go against the set laws of propriety? When you found something of such importance during a stressful time it was passed up through the ranks to the head of the goverment. One of those 'How It Is Done' things that had stuck with the Eastern Snow Plains woman from her homeland.

"No, I probably shouldn't have even told you that, miss...."

Shaking her long pale hair the woman dismissed the boy's uncertain nature as a bit of that hidden steel within her poked out. [color=Lavender]"And doubtless he is unaware that medical care may be required."[/color] She tutted with uncharastic gleam in her passive blue eyes. She had caught the scent of someone who might be in trouble and while she was interested in this Sickennesse and curing. This girl might as well be another key to it. [color=Lavender]"Please, I know you risk much, but please take me to the master of the Manuscriptorium? You could perhaps say it in reference to the Sickenesse."[/color] The physik offered, though there was a note in her voice she had only used a handful of times before and never in this land. A tone of a noble who would not take no as an answer. [color=Lavender]"Please? My apologies for causing such trouble, but I must assure myself the girl has no connection to the Sickenesse."[/color]

[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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Father Boom-Boom... Richard stiffled a groan of irritation. [color=Olive]"Don't be ridiculous."[/color] The british accented assassin nearly chortled while a wicked idea spun in his mind. His sister would have smacked him there and then, and he wife was likely too when she learned of the curse he planned to plague the God of Thunder with. [color=Olive]"Do I look like I 'boom'? Rather, talk to him about Father Boom-Boom."[/color] The Adder gestured towards Thor, turning his attention back to Thalia.

A sly grin that split his face from ear to ear practically as he leaned into Thalia to whisper into the dragoness's ear. [color=Olive]"You're beauty is only matched by your wisdom and grace."[/color] He offered the flowery compliment in lieu of a real one. Doing his best to ignore the flighty young girl, he settled back in his seat and listen to the soft chatter of the room. Something was off however, it was a old feeling from the days of fighting and running. Noting that the tall lad had stood and was trying to be soothed to sit by Halley, Richard rubbed Thalia's shoulder. His snake eyes flickering to her in warning as he tensed in preparation. He would defend his wife and child no matter the cost.