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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color][color=Lavender]Location:[/color] Manuscriptorium[/center]
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The Darke section was a place Skaoi did not care for in teh slightest. Grim magics were best left alone and the physik had very little desire to be looking about upon these shelves. But if it was what must be done to cure the Sickenesse, then it was the least of what she could do. Her duty was to heal these people after all. Not for the first time she rued being dragged from the Forest to work in the Castle. The Forest had offered some anomity and a life that went unnotice. Here there were grand folk around every cornere and were it not for Prince Myrus, Skaoi would have long begged her leave.

That was the hinge of tings was it not? Prince Myrus was a kindly child taht needed aid to control his mutant powers. Something she specialized in doing as her own negated his. Scanning the shelves the physik looked at a lost as to what she was actually looking for. [color=Lavender]"I-If you could?"[/color] The pale Eastern Snow Plains native looked with a apologetic glance to her guide. [color=Lavender]"I don't quite know where to start and there is quite a bit of material..."[/color] The physik admitted as she pulled a likely title from the shelf. [color=Lavender]"I am looking for any referrence of the 'Burning Fever', 'Sleeping Dead', anything about Witch's casting plagues or Darke Wizards doing the same."[/color] The woman offered weakly, her voice hushed as though the wrong word would awake the darkness upon the shelves.

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[center] [h1][b][i][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [/center]
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[color=Olive]Location:Wizard Tower - Entrance Hall[/color] [/center]
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Richard studied the Mistress of Lies with a annoyed look on his face. [color=Olive]"Runa. Lance. Kiera."[/color] He greeted with an annoyed note in his voice. While he did like Thor- and the man was a welcomed addition when he had poker nights- the Asgardian children were a bit of a thorn in his side. Children raised to be gods... It was enough to put someone off religion. Then again he had never been one for such things in the first place.

Raising a dark brow, the Adder cared little if they were so powerful. [color=Olive]"Now as Mistress of Magic surely you know the magic word, Runa darling, to ask my wife to do something?"[/color] The 'former' assassin chided with a lighter tone. [color=Olive]"Though I do have a soft spot for children so I won't refuse."[/color] Dropping his lighter demeanor it because dangerously honed as he narrowed his eyes at Kiera. [color=Olive]"What do you mean Vanished? And what is this Chthon? Refreshed this old man's memory."[/color] This was a danger to his family and he well could understand his sister's rage all those years ago when she had fought for her own.

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[h1][b][i][color=CadetBlue]Grimspound[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=CadetBlue]Location: Outside Wizard Tower[/color][/center]
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Grimspound groaned in annoyance and pain. A mixture he was used to growing up among his clan. [color=CadetBlue]"Very brave? Hardly. I was polite until I mentioned her being daft. Set in her ways as she was it was no less than the truth."[/color] The Dyrki man winced as he moved his neck and felt it throb with a steady ache. His back would be one big bruise in the end. While he had grown up in the Land of Long Nights and respected the gods, he had more respect for his clan. They were a traveling bunch and didn't necessarily stick the ways of the land. Which was probably why it was best his grandmother never come across any gods or goddesses. Someone would get hurt and there would be a smoking forest and vast battle that would be a slaughter.

[color=CadetBlue]"Just because someone is Vanished, does not mean they cannot be unVanished."[/color] The man pointed out as he rubbed his shoulder. [color=CadetBlue]"Death is only certain when you have seen it and felt the life leave the body. Chop off the head for good measure, or so says my aunt Askra. But theoretically anything that can be done, can be undone. It's just a question of how to do it and if it is wise to do it. The latter of which- luckily for you all- I am lacking according to the vast majority."[/color] If no one denies this, Grimspound gives a weak chuckle which makes him wince in pain. [color=CadetBlue]"Healing- please. If I die, my grandmother will kill me."[/color]