[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Wizard Tower Courtyard -- The Castle
Skills: Sense Magyk[/center][hr]

Halley’s words didn’t sit quite right with Cuyler. Of course, a lot of what she said had merit. Cuyler had felt that way and still feels that way about the Four and his mother. They were Gods, there was no way around it to him. He never expected them to answer every call but to look something over that was clearly in front of you, that was hard to swallow; especially when Halley had randomly helped return his dead friend. Perhaps it was to clear her own name and was for selfish means but she did it nonetheless. There was a sudden crack and snap of bone breaking that caused Cuyler to jump. Bruce didn’t even lift a hand but Arnora’s nose was now broken. Cuyler had never seen a nose broken that badly before and he had seen some wicked fights. He shook his head looking down at his friend. 
[color=pink]”Should have kept your mouth shut, honestly you need to learn how to read a room girl.”[/color] He looked back up, watching Bruce’s retreating form. He had no doubt that Myth would be going with him and it seemed Thia was even inclined to follow him. Cuyler started to see some things and feel even more strongly as he looked in the direction Bruce had went. He could feel the [b]Magyk[/b] in the air and sense a lot of it being thrown around. How peculiar but he didn’t ignore that warning sign as he looked back at Halley. 
[color=pink]”Loki likes chaos, stirring up trouble by any means and there is a lot of it going on where Bruce is headed. I don’t know how but I can [i]feel[/i] the large amounts of [b]Magyk[/b]. It might be worth checking out Halley. I’m not even sure Arnora can track now,”[/color] he added. If she hadn’t started bruising and swelling from the severely broken nose, he was sure it would start soon. Then again, perhaps splitting into groups would be a good thing. Cuyler would just need to decide which group to follow. His past with Bruce’s retreating form or his present and future with Halley and his mother’s homeland. 

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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] P7 ---> U7, [color=#006400]J8[/color] -- The Palace Courtyard 
Skills: Stamina, Resistance, Psychological Deception[/center][hr] 

Amarantha narrowed her eyes at the godsforsaken number Ayra called her by. So clearly she knew who Amarantha was but she truly didn’t know who [i]she[/i] was anymore. Stupidly, Amarantha had hoped Apollo was wrong. [color=#006400]”It’s Amarantha and I know you. I knew you before you were taken.”[/color] Amarantha had been working on how to handle this moment for months. She didn’t expect it to go like this though. A new vampire, fighting the urge to drain human after human for blood and Arya, having gone full on well, Amarantha, once upon a time. Not to mention the distant pull she felt to the person who had changed her, who was now mysteriously gone. 
Amarantha didn’t get a chance to further her speech before Arya [b]Transfixed[/b] her into place and she couldn’t move, not even her head to see the destruction going on around her. She could hear though and there was still screaming and crying going on around her from her people dying. Guards and citizens alike as they were either turned or killed for food or pleasure. Amarantha couldn’t even bring herself to think about Valda and Luna. She entrusted their safety to Titan, Ahote and Valda’s guards. She would have to continue to trust them now. The last she had seen of Myrus was on Lennox’s back but there was a close sound of an explosion and a reddish haze of Myrus’s power and perhaps blood as whatever he touched exploded. The world continued to implode around Amarantha and she was stuck here, immovable by a [b]Wizard[/b] who thought she was helping. 
There was a deep sound that uttered from the back of her throat as this realization sunk in. She was now completely defenseless against the woman who was ready to kill her. However, that deep sound was hope. Why did her captors never cover her mouth? First Puck, then Rhys and now Arya. They should know better that Amarantha’s mouth was more dangerous than her hands. [color=#006400]”You have changed and therefore, you don’t know me anymore. But I know you. Your past, present and future. You only see what is plain to you. What you [i]want[/i] to see. It is not so black and white as you wish it to be Arya.”[/color] Part of Amarantha’s training had been psychological in nature and she excelled in this area, perhaps just because of her dedication to her craft but perhaps because she could also shed her skin and become what she needed to be for each situation. A lover, a friend, a mother or an oracle. Whatever it was, Amarantha was hoping to take root in Arya’s mind. She did falter when Amarantha called her by her true name earlier and Amarantha wasn’t going to go out without a fight, it wasn’t in her nature. 
[color=#006400]”I know you Arya, the real you. The one who would be in battle just as you are now but would think down the line rather than the here and now. The one who would save citizens rather than sacrifice them all. You want to know my successor? Apollodora, your daughter.”[/color]

Lennox stood there for a moment, confused at the Prince’s formal release of him. He watched Myrus stumbled away but didn’t stay motionless for long. Relieved of duties to the Prince or not, Lennox was still Palace Guard and still had a duty to the Castle. He raced up behind the Prince, stopping short to take cover as the vampire exploded, leaving a talking head behind. Lennox glared at the talking head and stepped up to it. He slid his sword across his own hand, wincing from the pain of it but held it tight, blood dripping just beside the head. 
“Give us information and I’ll give you what you crave,” Lennox said simply.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center]Location: Old Cottage -- Marram Marshes; [color=#1E90FF]The Queen’s Room --- The Palace [/color]
Skills: [/center][hr]

Titan’s knowledge on the Marram Marshes was limited. He knew it was remote and highly dangerous. He knew he didn’t want to be here long but for the time being, it was safer here than at the Castle and his priority was keeping these royals safe. That meant, leaving the Prince behind with his guards. After Titan finished inspecting the inside terrain of the house and deeming it livable he came back to center, hearing the two women talk. 
“Myrus’s health is unknown but he has Lennox and Amarantha, plus the other guards who were in the Courtyard. He will be fine. We need to keep ourselves safe and secure first. The Marram Marshes is a dangerous place to be in but out of the two options, staying here is our best option.” It wasn’t ideal though, considering they had no way of getting any information to or from the Castle in this location. 

Just as quickly as she [b]Appeared[/b], the former Queen was gone. Her original target of ridicule having departed, she had no more to say to Ahote as she gave leave. He frowned at the now empty space. What an insufferable woman. He was suddenly glad Valda had been taken and raised by people outside of the Castle. A more worldly experience was sometimes needed to rule better.  
There was an increase of terror outside the Queen’s room and Ahote made a step towards the door, ready to jump into the fray but he gave pause and looked back at the cabinet. If there was only some way to get word to them and to get information back quickly. Ahote scanned the room, looking for anything that might help. Maybe there was a jar of [b]Magyked[/b] dirt or a book with one hundred and one ways to kill Vampires. Perhaps a vile of liquid luck.