[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6xwhnyhtt/8feea9672d571d4eceb088fcf045e88c.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/sXLQ3CnP/tumblr-oy4tqpo-NKb1qd49gbo1-500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ed145b][b]The Castle: May 11th, 12,508 - 5:30 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	The funeral for the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, Arya Rincewind, was held three days after she perished. It was a private function, with only family members and close friends being allowed to attend. There was a banquet in her memory held at Wizard Tower, in which the wizards told stories about her and then discussed the pressing and problematic question: who to replace her? There were only two viable candidates present - Jarvis Yule and Blaise Rowland. But since Yule did not want the pressures of being ExtraOrdinary Wizard, wanting to spend time with his husband and family, Rowland resumed the office with a heavy heart. Arya had been more than just an apprentice to him. 

	As for Fleur and her Coven, Princess Meadow stayed for three more nights before her brother recalled her to the Lagoon. She left behind roughly 100 troops with Fleur, giving them instructions to follow the commands of the Witch Messiah as needed. If more troops were to be needed, Fleur was to contact them with advanced notice and they would muster them. Bernice and Constance spent much of the week training their girls, preparing them for the battle of their lives. There was no sign of the [b]Sickenesse[/b] returning, thankfully. And not a single peep from Chthon, as if the elder god had become dormant after Fleur stole his powers for herself. 

	Ahote Proudstar had been brought into the fold at the Palace, as well as Mona Windrider. Ahote was working with Myrus in terms of controlling his abilities and powers, while Mona is helping Amarantha investigate the mysterious stones that went into the Palace. The trail had gone cold for the most part, with the exception of a lock of black hair that was found on the final stone. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=ff0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://img-ovh-cloud.zszywka.pl/0/0058/5908-alexander-vlahos--mordred.gif[/img][hr][color=ff0000][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Palace - Dining Hall
[color=ff0000][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]	The chef had prepared for them a traditional meal from the Lagoon. The sauce was a deep and creamy red, partnered with various herbs from the Palace Gardens, roasted rabbit chunks, and fine hair like noodles. To drink, there was plenty of ale and fresh water, along with some mint tea. Myrus found the taste of ale to be a bit foul so he was sipping his tea, using the worst china since the chef didn't want the fine china to explode if his powers flared up at the meal. He twirled his fork slightly, getting some noodles before taking a bite. 

	His sister was not a traditional Queen by any means - meaning that Ahote, Amarantha, and Mona were welcome at the dining table with Valda, Luna, and Myrus if they so chose. He speared a bit of meat on his fork, hesitating for a moment before eating it. When he was little, he had gone on a meat strike after he realized that cute little bunnies were being killed and served to him. His love of the taste of meat and the need to consume it in order to be strong (as iron supplements do not really exist here) had motivated him to take up eating it again. 

	He looked at his sisters, feeling a bit worried. Fleur hadn't made her move yet, but with each passing day he became more and more anxious that it was going to happen. They needed to get ready for her and quickly. [color=ff0000]"So, um, Valda... I-I have some ideas on how to Fleur proof the palace... If you're ready to help me with that,"[/color] he asked her softly. Most of them involved his sister's [b]Magyk[/b], but he also wanted to talk to Amarantha. He knew that she had some sort of person making mechanical weapons for her - so maybe the way to trick a witch wasn't with [b]Magyk[/b] but instead with machines. [hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/QdScvwrm/Good-Obese-Dartfrog-size-restricted.gif[/img][hr][h3][color=ed145b][b]Asgard: May 11th, 12,508 - 6:30 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	For the past week, Myth and Bruce's infant son has been cared for by his extended family. His aunt Halley, a medical expert in her own right, collaborated with his grandfather Lance and great-grandfather Bruce in coming up with a treatment. It helped that the child was a quarter Asgardian, as even though he was premature, the treatment was allowing him to grow and stay strong and healthy. He was still incredibly tiny but Halley estimated that it would be another week until the infant would be able to survive without their treatment.

	Since it was a difficult and busy time for Myth and Bruce, some friends of Bruce's father agreed to take in Antonije, Sylvi, Marya, and Medea for a little while. It helped that one of them was gifted with speed, meaning that the people of Asgard heard the occasional [i]BOOM[/i] as one of the twins goaded the man into a race. So far, neither of the twins had managed to beat him just yet, jokingly referring to him as the God of Speed. 

	Both Cuyler and Arnora began training - with Klara mentoring the former and Runa the latter. It was about the time for the evening meal on Asgard. Cuyler and Arnora had been given temporary lodging at the Palace, since Klara insisted and claimed she had too many rooms for just her anyways. Myth and Bruce had been given a room as well, near the Healing Chamber where their baby boy rested and recovered. 

	[color=#a81a75]"I'm afraid the evening meal with have to wait,"[/color] Runa told her trainee with a knowing smile. [color=#a81a75]"The All-Mother and I decided that Myth and Bruce's wedding has been far too long delayed - and we have arranged for a private ceremony to be conducted here momentarily."[/color] Myth's dress had been fitted and restored to its former beauty. The family members were all in the Great Hall of the Palace already, with Klara having used her powers over love and romance to decorate the space. 

	She had to smile slightly, hoping her son and future daughter in law would enjoy this surprise.