[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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The Floor’s messaged faded away and although the feeling of the Tower was changed, not as welcoming and friendly as it had seemed earlier, Cuyler took no notice. He was far more fixated on his old friend and the fact that she had just gone into labour. Not to mention she just personally introduced him to Bruce, her future husband. How many times had they ran around their village, playing the Myth of Four and defended Midgard before they settled around the fire for their nighttime meal and storytelling?  
[color=pink]”Um, should you sit down or lay down? Can you move? Um….”[/color] Cuyler looked around, unsure of what he was doing when Bruce’s father came over. Cuyler relaxed, well as much as one could in the presence of a god. He stepped back, giving ample room and turned his attention to the sudden appearance of a new person. 
He knew this one though, Fleur, the Witch Messiah. She started speaking of the [b]Sickenesse[/b] being eradicated and Chthon being almost out the door as well. Witchcraft had gotten ridden of the [b]Sickenesse[/b]. What was being destroyed was what was needed to dispel of the evil. Arya it turns out, had been right. 
Arya. 
Cuyler finally looked up and around the room. She still wasn’t here. Was she upstairs still? Surely not… She would know of all the destruction going on in her own home, surely. He stepped off the altar, completely ignoring the others in the room and the fact that there was about to be another stand-off and he made his way into the entrance hall where his mother and the others now were, along with a few newcomers. 
[color=pink]”Mother, have you seen Arya?”[/color] 

[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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The stillness of the Tower settled over Amarantha like an old friend. She was no stranger to death. No, none of these people were but she had seen and done things far more than any of these people she protected had. The somber feeling of the Tower however was subsided for the breaking of the bride-to-be’s water. Amarantha twirled her sword a bit impatient but that was short-lived as well. Fleur, the Witch Mother, now Witch Messiah, appeared in front of them all, preaching that she had taken away the [b]Sickenesse[/b] from the Castle and that Chthon remained inside someone here and that someone, was one of Amarantha’s recent ally’s. Wonderful. 
Amarantha took a step forward and over, effectively blocking the royals behind her and the two guards who added further protection. Myrus commented on wanting to leave now along with Luna. Perhaps now they would listen to her the first time until waiting until it got worse. Fleur’s determination was something to not be outmatched though and Amarantha found herself believing her. Still, she had a job to perform. 
[color=#006400]”Titan, Lennox, take Luna and Myrus home now,”[/color] she said. Her eyes remained focused on the Witch Messiah though while she stood bold and proud in the Tower of the late [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. How long would it be until she found out? Amamrantha didn’t estimate long and once Fleur knew, what would become of this place? 
Amarantha twirled her sword around again, the epitome of calm but her energy was agitated and full of lethal rage. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: Outside Wizard Tower[/color]
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Ahote was looking back at the Tower so he saw the shift with the purple haze, it dampened and he felt it within his very bones. That could not bode well. He looked back to Grimspound. His friend would be well enough and now that Ahote was better, he wanted to return to the Tower and see what had become of everyone else. He looked at the young man when he questioned the health of the young [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Chthon “[b]Vanished[/b]” her, whatever that may mean to you.”[/color] That was all the information Ahote could provide to these people. With that, he started walking back to the entrance to the Tower. He had a shadow however and looked behind him to see the wolf following him at a slow prowl but her eyes were intent on the doors ahead of her. Clearly there was someone in there that she wanted to see. 
Ahote wouldn’t make it to the door though. There was an intense pressure build up behind his eyes, followed with a bout of dizziness and then narrowing of his vision. Something was clearly wrong with the healing process he had undergone in a quick time frame. He slowly went to the ground and laid himself down, looking up at the dark sky. What next?
Thia stopped her purposeful stride towards the Tower and looked back at Ahote. She went over and sniffed him over before she sat down and looked back at Rowland and Zekerra. Clearly something was wrong.