[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RC2j6tkj/tumblr-oub47y-FMKP1u034pso1-500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Witch Country: November 5th, 12,508 - 10:40 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Asha had been about to leave, but what Fleur had said interested her. She could admire that way of thinking - taking up arms against an unjust system, demanding to avenge wrongs. The Big Wild Land Over the Ocean ran on vigilante justice to a certain extent. The laws often fell short when it came to doing what was right and punishing those who had sinned. [color=#a788e0]"I wish you luck in your quest, Witch Queen,"[/color] she told Fleur with a genuine smile. [color=#a788e0]"You would like my country. Perhaps I will show you the Ancient Ways,"[/color] she mused, before Asha simply walked off and rounded a corner, seemingly vanishing from sight. Fleur wouldn't be able to [b]Sense[/b] her having used [b]Magyk[/b] or anything, but Asha definitely wasn't there anymore. 

	It is getting rather late in the Witch Country. In most countries, this would mean that people would be going to bed. But here, it means that the individual covens are likely gathering and preparing fires, dancing and singing and eating the last meal before the Witching Hour approaches. Witches are children of the night, after all - why go to bed so early?[hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 5th, 12,508 - 8:40 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]The Queen's Room - the Palace, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	As Ahote searched the Queen's room, he would find a few things of interest. There was a golden ring with an emerald gemstone - around which a tiny dragon was wrapped. This was the same ring that Puck had tried to propose to Valda with - what was it doing here in the Queen's Room? It didn't seem like Valda to keep something like that around her, given the man who it used to belong to, so that may strike him as odd. He would have heard stories about Puck and the events of last winter during his time here with the Royals. Ahote will also found a glass shard wrapped in cloth, tucked away in a drawer. Maybe it's something significant - or maybe the Royals are just weird? The noise in the corridors seems to be dying down. 

[color=ff0000][i][b]The Keeper's Cottage - Draggen Island, the Marram Marshes...[/b][/i][/color]

	This time, a diary will stand out to Luna on one of the cluttered bookshelves. The front cover says [i]Propertie of Goldelia HEAP[/i] in peeling golden letters. If opened, the text is faded and smudged from either age or carelessness when using the ink. There are a few sketches in there - one of them depicts Luna's maternal grandmother, Queen Kaimana as a young girl. However, there isn't much time for looking through the journal before the ground starts to shake and rumble, as if Draggen Island were about to collapse and sink into the marsh. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Antonije,[/color] [color=ff0000]Myrus,[/color] and [color=#9B30FF]Violet[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RVJ9c6zw/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] the Palace Grounds ([color=#9B30FF] I8[/color], [color=ff0000]U7[/color], [color=cc33ff]P7[/color])
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=#9B30FF]ExtraOrdinary [b]Magyk[/b], [b]Charms[/b] and Spells[/color][hr][/center][hider=Battle Map][img]https://i.postimg.cc/bNg7jPMc/Screen-Shot-2019-06-26-at-9-46-44-PM.png[/img]
You MUST specify where you are on this battle map each time. Red text indicates an evil NPC (vampires in this case). Objects on this map are not necessarily to scale. 

[i]Note[/i]: 
-Oliver is the vampire that killed Mavis and initially attacked Myrus, and then bit Amarantha after Antonije tried to control it 
-Nyx is the second vampire to try to attack Myrus, only to get attacked by Sylvi
-I'll be using the vampires names from now on, since they are now randomly generated and listed on the battle map![/hider]
	As Mona rushed across the grounds to where Prince Myrus and Lennox were fighting the remaining vampires, she nearly trampeled a Palace Guard in the process. Luckily, he was quick enough on his feet that he managed to jump out of the way in time. Mona's marble fell short, missing her intended target (Venus) and instead, the marble hit and killed one of the newborn vampires. If Violet is to be believed, then this likely is for the best - vampirism is a plague, a disease. 

	Nearby, the decapitated Asphodel obliged to Lennox's deal, thirsting for blood and unable to really procure it now without a body. This was most likely the last drink of his lifetime. Asphodel's voice was raspy and faint, likely due to the loss of vocal chords and the like, but Lennox would be able to understand a few key words - well, two key words really. "...Paid... SnowPlains..."

	Myrus' eyes widened slightly. He knew that he wasn't one of the geniuses in the Castle, but he understood Asphodel's meaning perfectly. [color=ff0000]"Why would the Eastern SnowPlains pay these creatures to attack us on Bonfire Night?"[/color] he asked, looking at Lennox for answers. Was that a new military strategy these days? It just made Myrus sick to think about. [color=ff0000]"Answer my question,"[/color] he ordered Asphodel, finding a bit of inner strength.

	"...Blood..." the head demanded.

	The Prince stared at the vampire's head for a moment. His eyes darted over towards Mavis' corpse and he took a deep breath. [color=ff0000]"Answer the question!"[/color] he ordered again, before placing his boot on the forehead of the vampire and he began to shift his weight. If he applied enough pressure, Myrus was thinking he might manage to cause the head to cave in and kill the creature - but right now, he just wanted to threaten.

	Somehow guarded from the chaos surrounding them, Antonije was just looking at Sylvi for a moment. He was hesitant to allow her to live like this - was sort of life was that? He wanted her to stay sweet, pure, and innocent - and now, she was becoming a creature of the night. If they both died, then they could be together as ghosts. She wouldn't turn into a vampire. He took a slight breath, about to use his telepathy to kill her, but he just couldn't do it. He couldn't look her in the eyes and kill her as he had killed others before. 

	[color=cc33ff]"...Then do what you need,"[/color] he told her quietly, before he closed his eyes. If she hurt him, she would be okay. He probably deserved it, with all of the things that he had done. He had been trying to right his wrongs, to save the Castle from those who had failed its people - but maybe he had failed at that too. He [i]had[/i] failed at the one thing that mattered most - protecting Sylvi. [color=cc33ff]"It's okay, I don't mind..."[/color]

	Violet stared at Amarantha unblinkingly, her green eyes turned a grisly shade of yellow. Yellow eyes were unheard of among wizards. Those who dabbled with the [b]Darke[/b] had flecks of black amidst the green, but never yellow. Whatever Violet was, she wasn't really a wizard anymore - not one who followed [b]Lyte[/b] or [b]Darke[/b] paths. [color=#9B30FF]"Congratulations, you know someone who no longer exists,"[/color] Violet spat. [color=#9B30FF]"I hope this Apollodora saves the Castle - and does not fail it as you have!"[/color]

	There was a blast of light as Violet sent a [b]ThunderFlash[/b] at Amarantha, her aim slightly skewed and she hit the ground just a few inches away from her target. Had she not missed, it would have killed Amarantha. Pure hatred shone through her eyes as Violet prepared another [b]Magykal[/b] attack. The odds of her missing again were slim - unless, perhaps, it had been intentional? At the very least, Amarantha would no longer be [b]Transfixed[/b]. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ed145b]Halley Banner[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/QdnhxFKS/tumblr-oypqjn-QGjz1rfco8go1-400.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Wizard Tower - the Courtyard 
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] [b]Chaos Magyk[/b], Medicine [hr][/center]	Halley took a slight breath, having hoped that her brother would have grown out of his temper. He was a husband and father now. He had responsibilities. And how was punching Arnora so badly as to damage her nose beyond natural repair an appropriate response? Halley crossed her arms, frustrated to no end with her brother. For all of his ego and proclaimed superiority, he still threw fits. [color=ed145b]"Allow me to apologize on behalf of my brother as well, as I know he won't,"[/color] Halley told Arnora sympathetically after Myth had left, though also with the characteristic spite of a sibling. She studied Arnora's nose for a moment, before Halley's hands had a soft glow around them and the same glow appeared around Arnora's face. The nose repaired itself in a matter of moments as the Mistress of Chaos warped reality to suit her needs. [color=ed145b]"9,995 years old and I swear, he still acts as if he were in his two thousands sometimes..."[/color]

	She was also pretty certain that none of Bruce's anger issues had made their way into the legends cherished by the Land of Long Nights. Societies could be so terribly sexist at times. For instance, she remembered Cuyler blaming her for the destruction of the Castle - as if something about her was inherently evil and wished to hurt people, no matter what she did? It was better to just leave Midgard alone unless they needed someone of her strength to save them. They would never accept her as they could her brother and sisters. 

	[color=ed145b]"You are all free to go deal with the Castle threat - as heroes of Midgard, not forces of Asgard. I am here for Loki and his threat is far greater than whatever mischief is happening here,"[/color] she said calmly. [color=ed145b]"Arnora, if you are staying, would you please attempt to track Loki once more? I am curious to see where he is now..."[/color]